The Old Vacant Hotel

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 21 - Out and about again with First Lieutenant Kim's enthralling Stepdaughter Sachiko

Almost two weeks ago, my muse Nguyet had invited me for lunch at her new home, so that I could meet her new husband, Hiroshi Nakamura, who then had to attend an important meeting, however, before I arrived. Interestingly, it had turned out that he purportedly had a teenage daughter from his previous marriage, who was no other than my favorite ex-colleague Mira from the Philippines, who was not only bisexual and full of esprit but also radiated youthful cheekiness and exuberance.

I still couldn't be sure if my two muses, Nguyet and Mira, hadn't actually planned to let the dynamics between stepmother and -daughter fuel our lunch - and then also loin twirl - but Nguyet had received a phone call downstairs in her office during lunch and then also had to leave, which had tossed the ravishing twelfth-grader into my arms.Of course.

As if the new ruse of pretending to be quasi-related to her stepmother Nguyet hadn't been enough, Mira had put on the possibly hottest show ever, before and during lunch: first, she had stepped into the kitchen wearing only her unbuttoned school-uniform blouse and dark pantyhose, but then she had even surreptitiously removed her panties and exposed her nylon-clad lap under her skirt under the table during lunch, which was the single most arousing sight ever.

Since Mira, in her new role as Hiroshi's daughter Sachiko, and I had clicked so well, we arranged to meet again, of course, but this time, at the old vacant hotel. Keeping in sync with her new role, she promised she wouldskip the last class before lunchand agreed to meeting me at the old stately pile of bricks, because Mom wouldbe homeand, thus,we couldn't do it there.

I kinda expected Nguyet to invite me to her purported home - which was actually her office in a model home in the 'burbs - for lunch again and was already trying to find some excuse. Which I never had to use though, as the invitation never came. Which was fine, as I couldn't wait to see the younger of the two in her spiffy yet also endearing blue-and-white school uniform again, who would have to feed her new stepmom some story why she couldn't be home for lunch that day, though.

Sachiko and I met unusually early that day, at ten in the morning; perhaps, she wanted to drag me home to her ravishing stepmother for lunch -and another round on the bed, possibly, the three of us?Anyway, I bought some refreshments and ice, as usual, and then smoked a ciggy outside the older vacant hotel, waiting for the alleged teen to arrive.

Five minutes later, Sachiko scooted past me on her older HondaAirblade, which was actually a bit too large for the slender, petite teen, still attending high school, but it would have been too much to expect her to ride her bicycle here, in the tropical heat. Her stunning naked legs were instantly enticing me, however, as wide as they were already spread under her navy-blue skirt.

So, Sachiko wasn't wearing pantyhose today, but we had sort of exhausted that prop the previous time we had met. And, like I said, it was another scorching hot day; as always, in the end of May. One detail I liked about her outfit was her black buckled shoes, which were probably part of the school uniform in real life and went well with the little white socks she was wearing.

After I had tossed my cigarette butt into the gutter, I stepped inside as well, and then pulled the screeching metal door closed. Standing in the cool quiet lobby, I immediately asked myself, though, if Sally was again lying naked on the bed upstairs, clad with only black lacy stockings and a garter belt of the same color, just as she was three weeks ago, the last time Mira-Sachiko and I had been here together.

Yes, Sally had slipped into the role of a sex doll, which theExternal Department of the Ministry of the Interiorhad recently purchased to relieve the female staff of the chore of having to engage in intercourse with all the guys that the division - at which my muse Nguyet was a First Lieutenant - wanted to recruit.

"Mister Ben, do you know what happened the day before yesterday?!" Sachiko giggled, after we had kissed briefly, and now - unbeknownst to her - she answered the question I had about Sally's whereabouts:

"Oh, you will like that: Mom brought a sex robot home... I think that spy place she's working at just bought it. It's from Japan," she chuckled, clearly excited about that particular part of our new ruse.

"Yeah, I've met that doll. Your stepmother actually wants me to test it," I filled her in: "The last time I was here, the robot was upstairs, naked on the bed, where we're going... and, oh: did she ask what we did two weeks ago?" I was naturally curious, changing topics.

"Not really. More like indirectly," Sachiko told me, but then reverted back to the part with Sally, the new sex doll: "Hang on, the doll story isn't over. She's now at home. On my bed," she cracked up, but also looking a bit concerned.

"Have you already played with her?" I had to ask, of course.

"No, my stepmom explained that my dad took the chip card that one needs to operate it to Hanoi, by mistake. You know, he's on another business trip..." she sighed.

Oh, boy: This was wild again, of course, but also logical and actually quite plausible, if one accepted the basic premisses of our role-play. As so often, the ladies had covered their bases. Since purportedly Sachiko was here for the very first time today, she admired the large chandelier hanging in the atrium, but then reiterated that she was playing truant:

"Yeah, I told the teacher that I needed to see a dentist, because of my braces," she smiled at me, happy that she had come up with such a clever ruse.

Mira did indeed wear braces, which made her really look like an eighteen-year old school girl; particularly, as she had also braided her hair on one side and wasn't wearing her glasses.

"But don't tell mom," she reminded me: "But she has an important meeting, anyway, at the headquarters, she told me this morning. And then, she has clients at home, downstairs, so she told me she shouldn't cook lunch, anyway," Sachiko explained.

"I almost like it better here. We don't have to be careful with the furniture or anything and can really let go..."

Mira knew that I was referring to our favorite pastime, urophilia, but I still thought that a taboo-breaking lunch with stepmother and -daughter would also have been be incredibly beguiling, giving additional wings to our already charged sensual threesome-relationship.

When we stepped into the only furnished room of the whole vacant hotel, the bed was empty. Sally was perhaps, just like Hiroshi, on one of her frequent business trips. Sachiko put her backpack down on one chair, and then I opened the window and drew the curtains half-way.

When I turned around, Sachiko took the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to entice me with her stunning legs, which she knew I found perfect. Her smile was enthralling and slowly, we were gathering steam in an utterly charming way.

"But, Mister Ben, there's a problem with the sex doll on my bed: She put it there and put a blanket over it, so that customers looking at the house won't get suspicious, but then she expected me to sleep next to the life-size doll. But I couldn't do that..."

Since I didn't say anything, Sachiko added: "So, now I sleep with in one bed with my stepmom, downstairs in mom and dad's bedroom."

Oh, yes: The ladies had a vivid, exuberant, almost excessive imagination, but almost all the stories they managed to concoct turned up the heat;I had to give them that.

"Well, at least, your stepmom is outrageously attractive. Don't you wanna touch her, before you sleep? Or in the morning?"

"Yeah, maybe," Sachiko was unsure: "But I don't think I would dare to say anything..."

Of course, not. Such things took time.

"But I managed to see her naked, for the first time," Sachiko told me, as I was filling our glasses: "Well, almost... just very briefly."

Oh, yes, this was surely titillating, too. And would fuel our threesomes during the next month or two. Nguyet and Mira had already had sex together a few times, in my presence, and they did have the hots for each other. But, of course, neither of them would stay at the model home with the office space downstairs, overnight.

"But then, mom just put on her night gown," Sachiko was weaving more lore for our ruse.

"Was she wearing panties?" I was naturally curious.

Even after the many years that our affair had lasted, I still found Nguyet's pubic mound utterly impressive, as it was dense, pitch-black, and savory - kinda too large for her petite frame and body, with its light skin.

"Yes, she put on a pair of panties, but they were semi-translucent. So, I could see all those dark, long hairs down there. That was quite something, of course..."

"Yes, your stepmom's bush is really..." I just remarked, but while I was still thinking what I could add, Sachiko asked dreamily and kinda naïvely:

"So, you've seen my mom naked already?"

"Sure," I only replied, nodding and shrugging shoulders.

As there was a pause in our conversation, anyway, since Mira was still looking around the room, I folded two of those older curtains that we kept here for the purpose and put them on the mattress, before I put the bedsheet on - just in case, we would lose an inordinate amount of bodily fluids while twirling our loins. But then, we toasted:

"But, if you're honest with yourself: You do want to touch your stepmom, don't you?" I insisted, as that topic was just too tantalizing to suddenly drop it.

And I also needed to see how the fields of energy were distributed among the two of them.

"Well, I think I mentioned that the previous week, but I'm bisexual, Mister Ben," Sachiko admitted now, truthfully: "My girlfriend and I have sex all the time," she added, giggling again: "And yes, I like mom's breasts, although they aren't very large. Well, they are bigger than mine," she chuckled eventually, licking her lips lasciviously.

Well, Sachiko's ravishing roleplay-mother's breasts were slightly sagging, ever since she breast-fed her son, Minh, but overall, they were still nicely roundish, almost the size of tennis balls, and firm. Yet still elastic, inviting one to play with them. And they truly seemed perfect for Nguyet's stunning MILF body.

Since I had no idea how to transition into our favorite pastime - urolagnia - I unceremoniously went into the bathroom to piss, which Sachiko didn't comment, either. Yes, that was perhaps another quirk we had explored enough, for now. And although I would have peed on her if she had requested it, it somehow was more pertinent that she doused me with her refreshing young urine.

Yeah, peeing onto her was another story yet again but perhaps, Mira didn't want to wash her hair before she would teach in the afternoon. Anyway, when I stepped out of the bathroom again, she had taken a book from her backpack and was writing in a small notebook, as if she was doing homework, which promised a plausible start for the transition from culture to nature - which I thought was indispensable for proper sensual tension.

So, I just refilled our glasses, still standing next to Sachiko, but when I saw that she was removing her tie and opening the two top buttons of her white school-uniform shirt, I moved behind her, as if pulled by strings, to watch what she was doing. The way it looked, she may have been preparing her afternoon class - which was a stroke of genius, as it allowed us to slide effortlessly from the realm of culture into the more raw and carnal aspects of our personalities.

I wondered if I should ask her more about her attraction to her newly-found stepmother, Nguyet, but now, Sachiko wrote a message on her phone in Vietnamese. I didn't read it, as it wasn't intended for me, and neither did I want to interrupt her. So, I simply placed my hands onto her narrow girlish shoulders and enjoyed looking at the incredibly smooth skin below her collarbones.

Apart from the humming of the wall fan and our slightly aroused breathing, the room was completely serene. When I touched Sachiko's modest bosom for the very first time through the thin fabric of her blouse and soft bra, she sighed but continued typing, before she turned her head and looked up at me, smiling endearingly.

At some point, I carefully, almost surreptitiously unbuttoned her blouse, as if I didn't want her to notice, and saw that she was wearing the soft set of grey cotton underwear that she had been sporting on that fateful day when Nguyet - as First Lieutenant Kim - and Sachiko, as Corporal Anh, had taken me hostage here, in this very room, to coax me into cooperating in their Southeast Asian spy ring.

Her panties are probably the same, too, I mused, while I was surprised that the rakish twelfth-grader was rather passive; somehow, I had expected a wilder, more daring beginning of our tryst today. But then, she knew that I liked developing things more slowly, at my age. No, I wasn't going to accelerate our lovely chamber play for no good reason.

I kinda expected, however, that Nguyet would show up, as both ladies loved such ruses and, since her real-estate company was managing the hotel here, Nguyet certainly had the keys to the side door as well but perhaps, she did have some important meeting over lunch today at the headquarters of the company, which were about six or seven miles away.

Of course, my muse would have added to ourtete-a-tete, but then: I was completely content with just Mira being here; partially, since she was leaving our town for good in six or eight weeks. And so, I kept caressing her petite upper body through the soft fabric of her shirt and bra, before I pulled the latter up to twiddle her nipples with the tips of my fingers.

No, I wasn't going to discuss her love for and sexual attraction to her alleged stepmom, but my touches prompted a tenderOh, Mister Benfrom my young muse when she looked up at me, before she continued writing notes in the margins of her textbook, during which she kept enjoying my tender treatment of her flat disc-like boobs, which were swelling under my fingers.

Just as her nipples, which weren't just getting longer, but also thicker. To remain in sync with her role of an adventurous but also somewhat inexperienced and bashful teenage high-school student, Sachiko eventually pulled her bra down again, however, after she had murmuredOnly five more minutes; I'm almost done.

To not upset her young soul, I resorted to some more tender touches below her bra, on her flat soft belly, after I had completely unbuttoned her blouse. As charming and tender as the whole situation was, there was also quite a bit of sensual tension: the air was almost crackling, like before a huge thunderstorm.

But didn't she have to pee?I wondered, at some point. It had been my fantasy for a long time to watch or have her douse me out from under her school-uniform skirt; ideally, with the crotch piece of some white panties just pulled to one side. But Mira was aware of my leanings and would try everything to cater to my whims, I was sure.

As her young flesh was so utterly enticing, I pulled her blouse off her shoulders, which I then kissed, before I pulled her bra up once more. But, to increase the titillating tension, Sachiko pulled her blouse closed again with one hand, which only prompted me to relieve myself of my shorts and underpants, however.

Sachiko hadn't been able to see what I was doing, but I was certain that she had heard what just transpired behind her back. First, my half-stiff cock touched her ear, but when my glans had made it into her field of vision, she cracked up, turned her head to the right and tickled the underside of my throbbing knob with the tip of her tongue.

Eventually, she took about half of my shaft into her mouth and began to suck, after she had whispered once moreOh, please, Mister Ben, which was thoroughly endearing, of course. When she let my cock snap out of her maw, though, I decided it was time to escalate things a bit further by pulling up her skirt.

Surprisingly eagerly, Sachiko lifted her small perfect butt, so that she could pull the back of her skirt backward and sit directly on her panties, but then she decided to write another message, during which I pulled her undies toward her knees, so that the soft stretchy piece was now spanning across her lower thighs.

As that was perhaps a bit ungainly, Sachiko covered her legs again with her skirt, but her underwear wasn't where it was to remain hidden from me. Countering her efforts, I pulled her skirt back up again, toward her belly, but Sachiko wanted yet a bit more time:

"I'm almost done," she promised, as my throbbing cock was caressing her right cheek again.

I was thrusting now, watching my glans dis- and reappear from under my foreskin, which was actually kinda hot as well. As she couldn't really wait, either, Sachiko turned her head once more, so that I could thrust in her mouth, but then I disconnected myself from her to fetch one of those older curtains we kept here in the room should our loin twirl become wetter than normal.

I opened and refolded the piece twice, before I spread it on the floor between her feet and then sat down, after Sachiko had pushed away from the table to make room for me. Since her panties were still spanning her legs like a banner, I removed them, and then leaned forward, with my lower arms on her thighs, to enjoy the first warm wafts of her beguiling fresh aroma.

To arrange ourselves perfectly, Sachiko pushed her chair back another few inches, before she slid forward to bring her elegant little pussy boat-hull, which was only sparsely hairy, closer to my face. Oh, what an aesthetic treat that was: her outer labia were hazelnut-brown, while the pink vertical cleft in between was already slightly open, oozing fresh whitish nectar.

One of the most enticing and tantalizing things about Mira was that one could see her pussy well, even if she was just standing there. As she wasn't particularly hairy, her elegant slim nether lips protruded nicely between her legs, forming, like I just said, the hull of a toy boat.

As I was pecking her perfectly smooth thighs now, Sachiko leaned sideways to watch. She chuckled impishly; perhaps, as it was somewhat unusual to see a large guy twice her age in such a position, sitting on the floor between her legs. Hungry as she was, however, she slid further down on her chair, which pushed her young pussy straight at my mouth, so that I could open it with the tip of my tongue.

"This feels so nice," she cooed at some point, before she used one hand to assist.

With two of three fingers, she pried her labia apart to present me her salmon-colored vaginal vestibule with the endearing opening of her urethra in the middle, which had already caused us so much pleasure in the past.

"If you want me to pee, I need to take off my clothes, though," she reminded me, which was understandable, of course.

I knew that she had some clothes in the wardrobe, up on the sixth floor in the maid's chamber, which she couldn't tell me, however, as this purportedly was her first visit here, at the stately old pile of bricks.

And so, she got up to relieve herself of her skirt - which was a stunningly powerful and sexy gesture, especially from my unusual vantage point - and then blouse. For some reason, she kept her bra and also her white socks on and just sat back down. Eventually, she placed her little feet on the seat to protect them from her divine urine but then, we were ready.