The Old Vacant Hotel

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 24 - Just a Bit of Water and some Salt

Last week, I met my muse Nguyet in her office, which was located on the ground floor of a model home in the suburbs, where she was selling townhouses to the aspiring Vietnamese middle-class. In our new roleplay, the home was functioning as her own, however, where she was living with her Japanese husband and his daughter from his first marriage, Sachiko, who was played by my exceptionally cute, young ex-colleague Mira from the Philippines.

Since my muse had the impression that I preferred her purportedly eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, Nguyet invited me to an older charming guesthouse this Thursday, which had also been vacant since Covid, but was still fully furnished:

Let's spend a sensual hour without Sachiko this week, just the two of us, were her words.

Part of our ruse was that Nguyet was working for aSpecial Unitat theForeign Division of the Ministry of the Interior, as she had called the entity on the day I had met her as First Lieutenant Kim. Weaving some more lore for our charade, she also mentioned in passing that we needed toteach the new sex robot of the Unit table manners soon.

But without Sachiko, as she might steal my thunder again, First Lieutenant Kim ended her message.

Yes, my former colleague Mira, now First Lieutenant Kim's stepdaughter Sachiko, was a rogue, a pixie, a jokester, who was always full of surprises, ready to strike and cross yet another boundary of propriety at any moment. In real life, Mira was probably just busy this week but Nguyet, in her new role as stepmother and Secret Service officer, wanted to keep everything plausible and coherent.

Anyway, I arrived first at the older guesthouse and lit a ciggy, after I had parked my Honda on the sidewalk. Like I said, the small building had already been vacant for three years, since there were fewer tourists now, but it still exuded charm, with its dark-mauve wooden door and window shutters.

As I was smoking outside in the shade, I asked myself what surprises might be waiting for me today: Would Sally, in her new role as sex doll, arrive together with Nguyet, or was she perhaps already lying on a bed upstairs; naked, clad only in lacy black stockings?

Or in her flimsy semi-translucent dress, which she had worn here, at the guesthouse, on the day I had met her, two months back? Under said short dark dress, Sally hadn't been wearing a bra to entice us with her remarkably large boobs, but she had put on a white garter belt, onto which the ladies had even fixed a USB-cable to complete the disguise.

But, no: as First Lieutenant Kim was approaching now, I saw that she was by herself. With panache, she cruised past me, smiling, to park her scooter next to my Honda. She remained seated for five seconds, during which she was looking at me and grinning, before she handed me the bags with the food and drinks, so that she could unlock the door.

Yes, the enthralling female officer seemed in decidedly good spirits - and open to all kinds of shenanigans; now that her stepdaughter Sachiko wasn't going to interfere. Being back at the guesthouse reminded me of another intricate ruse that Nguyet had set up here about two-and-a-half years back:

To breathe fresh life into our orgy microcosm, she had conceived the idea that we could set up a mock-brothel here, where the members of our orgy posse could join us once a week for chipper loin twirl. Mira had been here a few times; as had her blind girlfriend, Hanh, and even our wall flower Nga had enticed us here at least twice.

Overall though, the whole thing had never really taken off, although I still thought that Nguyet's idea had been a stroke of genius. But at least, Hanh had met her fiancé Minh around this time, and Charlie had come out of his shell, after we had helped him to walk his first few miles after losing his virginity to Nguyet's petite, cuddly colleague, Thuy.

In the middle of the building was the staircase, which we were now going up to settle at the small table in the alcove. I opened the window, while First Lieutenant Kim was putting the drinks and ice in the fridge, before she took the food out of the two Styrofoam containers to arrange it together on one larger oval plate.

The warm air coming in through the open window was wafting around us, and I quickly lit another ciggy. In the courtyard, we could hear a bird chirping, which was probably in a cage at some neighbor's house. I was tempted to ask First Lieutenant Kim if she had come here in the morning to turn the fridge back on but decided against it.I didn't need to know.

Yes, the last time we had been here together, First Lieutenant Kim had arranged for a glory hole, behind which had been Sally, the new sex doll, who then had come down the stairs in a robot-like fashion, while I had been sitting here, naked, fondling my muse's succulent pussy.

Yes, that sex-robot charade had so much potential, but Sally was often too busy, since she - like Nguyet's husband, Hiroshi - had to go on frequent business trips.

"So, the new sex doll... the robot: Is she upstairs, on a bed somewhere?" I inquired to get into the mood, while First Lieutenant Kim was putting on the last finishing touches, setting the table.

"She's on duty, actually," Secret Service agent Kim told me: "Another unit needs her today," she added with an impish smile, barely able to contain her urge to laugh, as the ruse was so outlandish.

But much more enjoyable and charming than just calling each other up, to fuck.

"And your stepdaughter didn't want to tag along today?" I had another question, of course.

"I'm sure Sachiko would have. But she doesn't know that I'm meeting you today. That's why we are here, and not at home, by the way," First Lieutenant Kim told me matter-of-factly, as if she had anticipated the question.

And yes, that made sense. As most things she said.

"Oh, before I forget: How did the math test turn out?" I asked her.

It was another part of our ruse that First Lieutenant Kim would give her permission for Sachiko and me to have sex if the twelfth-grader did well on her end-of-term exams. Curiously though, the teen had already decided - last week, when we were showering together - that she wanted me to bang her during her next period, which was coming in a few days.Which had most likely been inspired by the fact that Sachiko had witnessed me banging her stepmom, while she was menstruating, the last time we met.

Anyway, First Lieutenant Kim had procured guava- and passionfruit juice today, instead of the smooth local beer, which we usually had with our lunch, but I instantly wondered what the reason for the switch could be. Nguyet was pretty meticulous in everything, so it probably wasn't a coincidence or oversight.

"Sachiko said that the exam went well, but we still need to wait for the results, of course," First Lieutenant Kim now told me, smiling kinda smugly, after we had begun to eat, sitting closely together at one corner of the table, with her to my right.

"Our period sex last week really helped me with my cramps," Officer Kim added now, before she uttered the fateful line: "But today, I think we should really party hard..."

"Oh, what we usually do is too tame for you?" I asked her, facetiously.

"No, it's not that... every time we see each other is great... but today, we're just the two of us. And here, we don't have to be careful with anything, like at home..."

Which was true. Just like at the older vacant hotel, the furniture would eventually be discarded, as far as we knew, and then the building would probably even be razed. I liked the ring of what First Lieutenant Kim had just said, although it had sounded a tad ominous as well. But also, wonderfully vulgar.

"Hey, eat some more!" she encouraged me now, nodding with her chin at the oval plate with the fried noodles, pork, and vegetables; perhaps to not get too wild too soon.

The juice, by the way, was freshly squeezed and tasted exceptionally well. Yes, it didn't always have to be beer. It wasn't even noon yet. While we were eating, I naturally kept admiring First Lieutenant Kim: My muse had her hair pinned up on the back of her head with a fairly large purple-and-white clip, and her bangs were clipped outright perfect.

After marveling at her upper lip again, which resembled the silhouette of a gliding seagull, I let my eyes wander further down on her body: her cream-colored blouse matched her burgundy skirt well, and I also noticed that she had just shaved her legs, which was a tad unusual. She knew how much I adored and loved her and was basking in my attention.

Her skirt was interesting, as it was slit up the front, revealing either a pair of shorts of the same color and material or a miniskirt, underneath. That item was darn sexy, and I had been longing for her to be wearing it again ever since the day here, at the guesthouse, when I had met the new sex robot of the Ministry of the Interior.

Looking at my muse's heaving modest bosom, I realized that my cock was already twitching, but then I let my eyes travel further down on her body once more, where they then got caught by her perfect Achilles heels. And yes, her little shapely calves were also superb.Outright divine.

"Is that actually a miniskirt under the skirt, or a pair of shorts?" I inquired, as we were almost done eating.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?!" she instantly challenged me, as if she had been waiting for an opportunity.

Well, after all, she did want toparty hardtoday. And so, I placed my right hand onto her warm left thigh, which was slightly muscular.Pretty much perfect, too. Although I had to take a break from eating, as I had to put my chopsticks down, it was totally worth it.

I thought of switching to my left hand to eat with chopsticks, but I knew that that wouldn't work. And so, I took my right hand off her stunning thigh again; also, to let the sensual tension develop a bit more slowly but thoroughly.

For some reason, my mind now went all the way back to our very first sexual encounter, which occurred about seven years earlier. One idea that I had been carrying for a while was to pretend, one day, that we hadn't had sex yet, so we could relive those precious moments. For that, her parents would have to be out of town, however, because we had done it at their house.

Or couldn't we come here, too?Unfortunately, I couldn't bring up that precious memory, since I had met First Lieutenant Kim only four months back, in our new charade:

"And next week, for the period sex with Sachiko, we'll meet at your house again?" I asked her, instead.

"Well, since she'll have her period, we better meet here. Or at the old hotel. But here's nicer," she replied quickly, as if she had thought about the matter herself, beforehand.

"That'll be a bloody mess," I chuckled, trying my hand at ambiguous jokes, after I had taken the last bit of food from the plate into my bowl: "But if Sachiko really wants it... you know how stubborn and persistent teenagers can be..."

Mira was already 27, in real life, but - partially, because she was wearing braces - she looked decidedly younger and could have easily passed for an eighteen-year-old high-school student. However, First Lieutenant Kim ignored my last remark, got up, and left for the nearest room, at whose wall we had been looking for the last thirty minutes.

Perhaps, mentioning thebloody messhad inspired her somehow. Anyway, now she returned with a stack of maybe six or eight clean and folded towels of the same nondescript color and size, which had certainly been used here in the guest rooms, over the decades.

"We might need them later," she remarked cryptically with an impish smile but, as she was already standing, I cheekily reached under her skirt to answer the question I had earlier.

Well, it felt more like shorts. But the fabric was super soft, while her skin - especially, for Lieutenant Kim's 35 years of age - was still firm and wonderfully smooth. After caressing her thigh for a bit, I reached further up, where my fingertips met a silky pair of panties as well as some cheeky long hairs that were sticking out. I could almost hear them rustling.And smell them.

"Why don't you take off your skirt?!" I suggested-requested.

If she wanted toparty really hard, this seemed the perfect moment.

"I mean, there's no one else here," I then quoted her from memory.

"Okay," she nodded eagerly, reaching for the button and the zipper on her left-hand side.

Which prompted me, in turn, to take off my shorts and underpants, together. Officer Kim now reached for two towels from the stack on the table, of which she handed me one, before she unfolded hers to place it on her chair.

She was still wearing her small, mint-green panties, which framed and amplified her massive bush more than they were hiding it. Somewhat ungainly, I twisted my right hand to place it directly onto her bush and pussy and now, I could feel some moisture on my middle finger, while its neighbors were pressing warmly onto her outer labia.

"Yes, Mister Douglas: as much as I love her, it's nice to be without Sachiko, for once," the young stepmother sighed, before she closed her eyes.

Yes, First Lieutenant Kim truly appeared relieved that there wouldn't be any competition today. And no witnesses, either. I decided against raving on more aboutmy lovely, as her stepmom had called Sachiko the previous week, but just took off my shirt, instead, before I moved my chair closer to the beguiling lady.

Now, I was able to use my other hand to spoil the center of my universe, and soon, I requested she take her panties off as well:

"You know how much I love your hairy cunt," I heard myself saying, knowing that Nguyet dugdirty talk.

She didn't reprimand me, but just smiled knowingly, after she had opened her dazzling dark eyes again. She didn't relieve herself of her undies, however, but placed one foot up on the seat of her chair, directly in front of her thigh. Still wearing her blouse plus panties, she was quite a sight to behold: how her massive dark triangle was bulging at me now, under the thin, mint-green fabric.

Yes, it looked as if she wanted to crank up the heat, first, before she would present me her flesh in the flesh. Now that she had changed her position, I could clearly see the shape of her outer pair of lips, which - just like her stepdaughter's - also resembled the hull of a toy boat.First Lieutenant Kim had just too much pubic hair for it to be clearly visible.

Yes, she was a staunch exhibitionist, who naturally relished presenting herself in underwear or even naked, knowing how much I adored her. There was nothing she needed to do to get my cock pumping, apart from just being near me. When she also lifted her other foot up onto the seat, I felt nauseous - that's how hot she was.Revoltingly so.

Of course, she had left a gap of five, six inches between her feet, so that her silver bullet - her snatch - could still entice me. I now also noticed a dark spot on the front, directly over her cleft, which reminded me again of our first date ever - when she surprisingly took me to her parents' house, as they had been on a three-day trip to Quy Nhon.

Later, but still at the very beginning of our affair, she had sometimes taken off her panties at a café, before she would place one or both feet onto the seat of the chair or the bench to, eventually and ultimately, allow her skirt or dress to fall back into her lap. Which was obscene, in many ways, but also dainty and graceful.And revoltingly hot, of course.

No, yes: this position was the proverbial bee's knees. After her uptight and repressed upbringing, Nguyet had developed into a sensual being who wasn't ashamed of her body, its shape, dimensions, smell, or functions. She knew how to self-confidently play with her allure - and, ultimately, she knew that her somewhat massive bush was the secret weapon or tiebreaker between her and Sachiko, her young extrovert pal who she adored.

As we were sizing each other up, we still drank from our glasses, from time to time.What a splendid little chamber play we have going on here, I had just thought to myself but now, First Lieutenant Kim nonchalantly removed her panties, before she sat down again, exactly the way she had been sitting for the last fifteen minutes: with her feet in front of her butt, leaving a six-inch gap in between, again.

Yes, there it was: her efficacious and outrageously powerful dark pussy. Her cunt, as even she liked it to be called, occasionally. Right away, First Lieutenant Kim began to comb her long, pitch-black pubic hair to the sides, so that she could also show me the relatively dark mauve flesh around the opening of her urethra.

Which reminded me of the entrance door downstairs. And the shutters. The best thing was, however, that when she took her hands away, her crevice remained half-open, while the lower half was pumping, like a carp's mouth. I believed I could also make out a fat drop of translucent oily nectar, which unfortunately landed on the towel, though.

But, man: that vertical strip of dark mauve flesh under her long, pitch-black, only slightly curly pubic hair was the cock of the walk, so to speak.

"You were right: Just the two of us is awesome," I sighed, languidly stroking my half-stiff shaft.

The stunning First Lieutenant didn't reply but was just relishing her victory, which she either had already gained or could be sure she was about to. There was another drop of heavenly juice rolling out of her sheath, but I still didn't want to kneel on the floor between her legs, as sitting close to her, while she was naked from her blouse down, simply couldn't be topped.

I noticed how carefully she had draped her shirttails to the sides, so that I could really see everything well. Yes, there were five inches of pitch-black hair, across. And even more vertically down, since her bush extended all the way to her perineum. Which created a little black shoe brush between her light butt cheeks, which I also absolutely adored. If she was lying on one side, pressing her little ass back, it was particularly prominent.

"Douglas, I find it arousing but also relaxing to be sitting here with you like that," she smiled, panting a bit, before she placed her feet back onto the floor and then slid forward an inch or two.

"Gripping. Positively heart stopping," I concurred.

The only downside to her new position was that I couldn't see her pussy as clearly as before, but I was certain that I could dive between her legs in a minute, anyway. But, to say it again: the view of the half-dressed, absolutely gorgeous, young yet mature woman was capping all those seven years that our affair had lasted.

While I was tracing the lines of her bra under her light blouse, I tried to remember if and when she had presented herself in such an enthralling fashion but, before an answer could present itself, I noticed a few fat yellowish drops eloping from her mauve cleft, which then quickly formed a proper jet.

Yes, First Lieutenant Kim's urethra was releasing a decent amount of her divine urine now. Impishly, she was looking at me, as if to check if that was okay, but I could barely contain my excitement and pleasure:

"Oh, th-this iss j-just awe.some!" I rapturously exclaimed, which prompted the dazzling beauty to place her feet back onto the seat, so that her wild cunt would open up, like a blooming flower, as the jet was hitting the floor as well as my feet.

I was glad that I was already fully naked, as that allowed me to follow the little spectacle of nature unimpededly. Although the window was wide open, I now also could smell the odor of her divine concoction, which had nothing revolting about it, though: there were fruity and fresh elements, which I eagerly sucked through my quivering nostrils.