The Old Vacant Hotel

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 17 - Pussy-Chess

Two weeks ago, my muse Nguyet and my favorite ex-colleague Mira had lured me into a charming trap: Wearing different uniforms, they had pointed a toy gun at me and then taken me upstairs to the only furnished room of the whole vacant hotel to interrogate me.

They were pretending to work for theExternal Department of the Ministry of the Interiorand wanted to create compromising material to force me to cooperate in a Southeast Asian spy project, which was never properly explained or defined, however.

Nguyet, as the older of the two ladies, had given First Lieutenant Kim, while the extrovert, androgynous Mira had to be content with the lower rank of Corporal. After they had tied me to a chair, some titillating banter ensued, before Nguyet removed her panties and sat down on my throbbing cock to relieve me charmingly.

I will never forget how lasciviously she had unclipped the garters from her lacy black stockings to be able to remove her spiffy panties and then lifted up her short teal-blue uniform skirt, before she lowered her light little butt onto my rod, facing in the same direction as me, while Mira was feeding me her flat, girlish left boob.

After we had been somewhat acquainted, they untied me, and we took a shower together, after which we ended up naked on the King-sized bed, where Nguyet - in her role as First Lieutenant Kim - then rolled the camera to create some compromising pornographic material to be able to blackmail me later.

Corporal Anh - Mira - then also rode my cock, sitting on my midsection, while her superior was enticing me further with her dangling titties directly above my face. As beguiling and salacious as everything had been, I could have sworn that the two ladies would want to continue our charming ruse this week, but my muse had other plans:

Nguyet messaged me last night, saying that she wanted to see me at our favorite coffee shop, together with her young colleague Sally, who I had become close to over the last two months as well. The two of them worked at the same company, but in different locations. Perhaps Nguyet had been to the headquarters more often than usual, and she and Sally had lunch together a couple of times.

I also had been dreaming of strolling through the narrow streets of the old town center with Sally, who I envisioned wearing a light summer dress with an elastic band across her chest, but no bra, so that she could flash her mesmerizing naked boobs from time to time, when no one was watching.

Well, technically, she could do that also on the upstairs veranda at said coffee shop, but I didn't know how close the two women had grown over the last few weeks. In other words, I didn't know who would join me for a quick tryst at the vacant hotel later. I couldn't imagine that it would be both: Sally had never expressed an interest in lesbian sex.

Neither had Nguyet mentioned that she found Sally, whose actual name was Quynh, particularly attractive. But then, those things often take some time, and it wasn't absurd to imagine Nguyet - who had bisexual leanings and enjoyed sex with a guy and a lady together - growing curious about her young, ravishing colleague.

As the weather was warm and sunny, as always during the second half of April, I was optimistic that somehow I would still get to see Sally's captivating naked chest; perhaps, when Nguyet was downstairs, using the bathroom, Sally could quickly remove her bra and then flash her enthrallingly large and shapely bosom.

When I arrived at the coffee house, the ladies were already sitting upstairs, on the secluded veranda, which was only accessible by a rickety, rusty spiral staircase, which announced ten seconds in advance if someone was approaching. Not only did I see their motorcycles here, on the sidewalk, but now I also could them hear laughing on the upper floor, where there was only one table.

When I went in, I was pleasantly surprised that my favorite young waitress, Trang, was working, as I hadn't seen her for about a year. Nguyet had gotten her to join us twice at the older vacant hotel, which had turned into quite some bash. Trang had golden-brown skin, like a roasted chicken, and even though she was tiny, she had a rather womanly figure.

Trang waved and smiled at me - and then even gesticulated up and to the back down here, on the ground floor - but I didn't know what she wanted. Well, perhaps she was just telling me that Nguyet and Sally were already sitting upstairs. Frankly, I would have liked to take Trang back to the empty stately pile of bricks, but that may have upset the ladies' plans.

And perhaps, Trang had found a boyfriend in the meantime. So, I just ordered a coffee, and then climbed the wobbly spiral staircase. As secluded as the table upstairs was, Mira and I had engaged in titillating little jerking-off games here, and my former student Thanh had once presented me her ample bush under her pantyhose - the crotch of which she had cut open - without underwear.

And yes, Sally had flashed her awesome pair of breasts here as well, about six weeks back, during which she had discovered the joy of exhibitionism. Would she do it again today, even though Nguyet was here? No, at least not exactly as she had done it back then, as both women were wearing the vanilla or light yellow polo shirt of their company.

Which Nguyet had combined with a dark-brown tight skirt, while her younger counterpart was sporting a burgundy one, which was shorter and wider, so that I could see her awesome, perfectly shaped, long thighs. Next to which I sat down, diagonally across from my muse. Both ladies' faces were red from the sun and the laughter they had already been enjoying.

"Hey, Ben, Mrs. Nguyet just told me what you did last week," Sally giggled.

AsDouglaswas hard to pronounce for virtually every Vietnamese person, I had assumed the nameBenmore than ten years ago. I didn't even know if Sally realized thatBenwasn't my real name. Anyway, I lit a ciggy, not sure if she expected me to reply, but when neither of the ladies said anything, I asked, semi-facetiously:

"In all details?"

I was smiling at Nguyet, still exceedingly glad that she and Mira had come up with the spy charade, which had been one of the funniest, most enjoyable, and most satisfying role-plays we had ever done.

"No, Ben... of course, not," Nguyet chuckled, blushing again: "I've left out a few things."

Probably my confession that I loved the little opening of Nguyet's urethra, among all the intensely mauve flesh folds in my muse's vaginal vestibule. It was true, of course, but it sounded strange if one told that a third person.

"Has Captain Uyen watched the video we shot?" I played along, referring to a - most likely - fictional character who Nguyet had introduced the previous week.

"Wasn't she a major?" Nguyet giggled, before she answered: "No, but we could watch it later. It's on the older laptop on the table."

Which Nguyet had lugged to the only furnished room of the vacant hotel for our previous role-play: theClinic for Erectile Dysfunctions. I didn't know if Nguyet had really copied the video to the laptop, but it didn't matter at that moment.

Meanwhile, Trang had brought my coffee and an ashtray. Nguyet and her had shot each other knowing smiles but hadn't said anything. Sally didn't need to know that Trang had already joined us twice for ribald rumpus at the empty hotel.

"I find the idea with the spy-ring absolutely awesome," I remarked, as Trang was traipsing down the stairs behind my back: "I would want to escalate things further. I think this has huge potential..."

"I had to return the hat," Nguyet explained sheepishly, to which I laconically replied thatwe could do without.

"Okay. Maybe we'll pick it up again," Nguyet almost promised.

Now, Sally asked her something in Vietnamese; about work, if I wasn't mistaken, and so, I took a closer look at the ladies. Sally seemed to be wearing a sports bra, as her voluminous tits were further up on her torso as we were used to, while I could see the contour of Nguyet's bra under her polo - which turned me on.

For some reason, Trang popped back into my mind, with her roasted-chicken skin and her relatively large boobs, which were even more efficacious since she was so small. I also liked the brightly-colored wrap-around skirts that the waitresses were required to wear here, even though they prevented me from ogling Trang's precious thighs.

"Have you told Nguyet whatwedid together a few weeks back?" I asked Sally, but she only shook her head, blushing.

I knew that Nguyet was probably keen to learn more here, but I refrained from retelling it, since that may have made Sally uncomfortable. I still didn't know how close the two ladies were. And there would be more sweet debauchery today, which was better, anyway.But would Sally join Nguyet and me later, at the old hotel?

Well, since Sally had decided to go for coffee with the two of us today, it decidedly looked that she might, but I didn't want to ask bluntly. Sally had never told me that she wished to try sex with a mature woman, but I knew she was still harboring the fantasy to do a large gangbang, with five or six guys.Or even more.

Sally had conceived the idea on a rainy day one winter, perhaps two years ago, when she had rented a cheap hotel room with her back-then boyfriend, Thuan. They had spent the day watching porn and fucking, but one video stood out: A girl was kneeling on a bed with a miniskirt but no panties, and about ten guys in black boxer shorts were jerking off around her. And then plugged her snatch with their ejaculating cocks.

"Quynh is going to come with us, Ben," Nguyet told me quietly, all of a sudden.

She also appeared a bit bashful, as if she wasn't sure whether I would like the idea.

"Oh!" I pretended to be surprised, but before I could say more, Nguyet got up to use the bathroom downstairs.

Or to give Sally a chance to tell me privately what her motivation was. I lit another ciggy, but then hollered after Nguyet to, please, order a second iced coffee for me. I wasn't sure if she had heard it, but I could also wait until Trang would come back up to refill our tea glasses.

"Ben, ever since you mentioned that Mrs. Nguyet would have sex with us if we asked her... I've imagined it," Sally confessed.

"Well, I'm sure it'll be beautiful... arousing..." I nodded, not sure what I could add.

"This morning, we had a staff meeting... which will continue this afternoon, by the way, and Mrs. Nguyet was sitting a bit to my right, mostly with her legs crossed. I kept looking at her... Ben, I don't know... and then I imagined her naked... she's also told me how you experimented together, in the beginning..."

As the last part was a tad cryptic, Sally added that she knew that Nguyet had sometimes taken off her panties at a café, out from under her dress of skirt. To then place on foot on the seat, and then the other... until her skirt would fall back into her lap, allowing me to look at the furry animal between her light nimble teenage-girl thighs.

"Yeah, that's the hottest thing ever," I nodded, with my heart beating in my throat and my mouth dry: "Nguyet always looks really spiffy, but then... the dark triangle under the fabric... in the semi-darkness, contrasting with her light skin..." I sketched the allure, asking myself where Nguyet was, though.

"Yeah, she was sitting a bit to my right this morning, and I imagined her without panties," Sally reiterated.

"Unfortunately, it isn't the same if we simply ask her to take her panties off now. She'd probably do it, but if not: she wouldn't be mad... I don't think," I told Sally, before I asked her to snap her bra open and lift up her polo.

But now we could hear the metal stairs vibrating, and Nguyet was coming up again, holding my coffee and a jug with cold tea.Too bad, I thought to myself,I wanted to lay my eyes on Trang once more. But then, there were already two enticing ladies up here - who wanted to see what it feels like to unleash their lust for each other, with each other, on top of each other.

As soon as Nguyet had sat down again, Sally got up, however. Maybe to use the bathroom, or to give Nguyet and me time to talk in private. Or to take off her bra and then entice us up here with her mesmerizing boobs in ten minutes. For ten minutes.

"I expected you to be holding your panties in your hand," I semi-facetiously expressed my hope.

"Well, I thought about it," Nguyet grinned: "I've told Quynh that we used to do that."

We. Well, I guess she was right: A woman doesn't do such things for herself.

"But there are people downstairs. And even if I fold my undies really small, I think one could still see them in my hand..." Nguyet apologized.

"You could take them off now. And put them on the table," I challenged her: "Or sit on them, so that Sally doesn't know you aren't wearing panties. Until you let her know..."

Nguyet was thinking about it, I was sure, but even when I told her how interesting Sally she found her, my muse didn't budge:

"Ben, just wait until we're at the hotel," she asked me to be patient.

Well, since she was sitting diagonally across from me, I wouldn't have been able to peek under her skirt, anyway. However, this wasn't about me, but Sally. I wanted her to get turned on but then, perhaps it was better if she saw Nguyet's pussy for the first time at the hotel, where she would be able to get closer and touch her.

On the other hand, Nguyet was a staunch exhibitionist, who liked parading her impressive, hairy snatch around.Had she, maybe, quickly taken off her panties and placed them under the seat of her Honda outside the café, on the sidewalk?Well, the two of them were colleagues, which probably inhibited them to let loose completely in public.

Anyway, now Sally was returning on the vibrating stairs. She was still wearing her sports bra, which was fine. Yes, Nguyet was right: We would wait with such shenanigans, until we arrived at the hotel and closed the door behind us. Yes, I could wait another fifteen minutes before I would bury my nose between her ample fruits.

Although: it would have been hot if Sally could present us her boobs, up here, but I wasn't going to ask her for a second time. But the gesture of reaching behind, on her back, to snap her bra open...phew!

Well, things were definitely heating up, although neither of the two had taken off their panties, in all likelihood.Or had Sally relieved herself of her underwear downstairs and then put the lovely little item in her black leather backpack, which for some reason she had taken with her?

Yes, this was like playing chess. Pussy or Panty Chess. Or game theory, which assumed, however, that every participant acted rational and in her best interest. Was it in Nguyet and Sally's best interest to remove their underwear? Well, it would foster and kindle our lust already here, at the café; so, yes. But then, one should save the best for last, of course.

"Is Emily still working at VSIP?" I asked to distract us a bit from the two pussies here at the table yet keep the topic sensual, in the widest sense.

Sally had been together with Emily for a while; partially, since Sally's ex-boyfriend Thuan had turned down Emily several times. No one in the department had known, however, that said beau was Sally's boyfriend. To console or mollify bisexual Emily, Sally had relented and entered into a lesbian relationship with her colleague, during which she had played coy.

"No, she's moved to Saigon last year. But she had changed a lot," Sally told us, shaking her head half-amusedly but also sounding a tad sad.

"He'smoved to Saigon," I corrected her, alluding to the fact that Emily had switched to male pronouns at some point: "Mira told me once that Emily had people call herAnh," which was the generic way of addressing any male of the same generation in Vietnam.

Basically,Anhmeantbrother, while the word for females of the same Generation wasChi. Which, of course, meantsister. For older people calling on younger folks, there was no difference; they all wereem.

Nguyet and Sally both chuckled when I reminded them about Emily's quirk, but my muse remarked that she barely knew her. Now, none of us knew how to continue, and so Nguyet suggested that we take off.Was Sally going to lift her shirt briefly?No, she wasn't.

We just packed up and sauntered downstairs, where Nguyet insisted on paying. Neither lady had played to her strength yet but perhaps they felt it would have been too contrived. And Sally, in particular, as the younger of the two, wasn't going to start the mating dance and offer herself to a colleague who was about twelve years older than her, anyway.

Nguyet was using the opportunity to chat with Trang; perhaps, to feel her out a bit and see if she would be willing to join us for another rousing session at the old hotel at some point. I just waved and smiled at the petite, cute waitress from the distance, and we stepped outside.

As we were putting our helmets on, Nguyet chuckled, telling us that Trang wasdisappointed: "She thought she could see something."

"Yeah, Sally: the little waitress knows that we sometimes play little titillating games up there. She might have some place she can spy on us and see what's going on on the veranda..."

Sally nodded but didn't really know what to reply.Perhaps next time, she eventually muttered, and we took off, after we had agreed to buy some soda on the way, although there were still some bottles of beer in the crate on the fourth floor.We need to go to the staff meeting this afternoon, the ladies had apologized.

I was driving behind the two, who were riding next to each other, as most friends in Vietnam would do, although that often inhibits the flow of traffic. Occasionally, they exchanged a few words, and I was wondering what was going through their minds: Were they forging plans for the next hour, or did they trust in the situation that everything would just unfold, kinda by itself?

When we arrived at the hotel, Nguyet quickly unlocked the door, and we brought our scooters in. Sally put her backpack next to the rear tire of her Yamaha, and I was instantly reminded of the day she had blown me down here in the lobby, with her large milk-white breasts exposed, kneeling in front of me in her mauve dress.

Since we were finally alone, Nguyet and I kissed, during which I kneaded her little butt through her skirt. After another tender round on her boobs, I thought of lifting up her skirt to find out if she was still wearing panties, but that didn't seem exactly charming. And a tad contrived.

After Nguyet and I had smooched for a bit, Sally stepped closer, looking as if she wanted to be kissed as well. Now, she finally reached on her back, under her polo, to snap her bra open, which was a super-cool gesture. Grinning, she then lifted up her shirt and brown-beige stretchy bra simultaneously on the left-hand side, where I was standing, and I instantly leaned forward to suck her large areola.

Nguyet wasn't exactly shy and attached herself to Sally's other boob, after she had pushed the shirt and the bra cup up. She fondled Sally for it a bit, and now we were sucking her elastic fruits like she was some fertility goddess. As the sensation was divine, I didn't let go of Sally's boob for quite some time but saw from the corner of my eye that Nguyet had grabbed Sally's hand to place it under her - my muse's - skirt.

Well, was that a sign that Nguyet had actually taken off her panties, or not?Yeah, perhaps she was already naked under her skirt and wanted our youngest to feel the succulent stickiness between her nether lips. Since I couldn't wait any longer, I now reached under Sally's skirt, where I met the moist crotch piece of her undies.