The Old Vacant Hotel

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 29 - Mira and Quyen are getting to know each other

Hi Douglas,

Hiroshi has to go to Haiphong this week, but then he has two weeks off. Do you want to go to the hot springs with me and perhaps, Hanh and Ly? And maybe Quyen?

Your loving Nguyet

Well, going to the thermal springs with my muse and the two pregnant masseuses sounded like a plan, although Nguyet and I had been trying, for weeks, to arrange for the ultimate Golden Shower debauchery: Her husband Hiroshi wanted to witness our muse squatting over my face while blowing me, during which we both were to pee; ideally, concurrently.

Hiroshi, in turn, would be banging another lady from behind on the same bed, so that they both could watch Nguyet and me. Yes, he did have some rather unusual kinks, but this elaborate scene also seemed the capstone of Nguyet's and my affair, which lasted about seven years, had spiraled so splendidly out of hand, and now was to come to an end soon.

Hiroshi was the Vice President for Commercial Property at a large real-estate company, which operated all over Southeast Asia. Needless to say, he needed to travel a lot in his position, so that the wonderfully depraved session had to be postponed again, but the ladies loved trips to the hot springs, where we could frolic naked and freely give in to our inclinations.

Including the pissing. Hanh and her aunt Ly were both pregnant and, presumably ludicrously horny. As the former was blind, she particularly enjoyed outings to the thermal springs, as she was house-bound most of her days. Since my favorite ex-colleague Mira from the Philippines was Hanh's girlfriend, I surmised she would join us, but I still asked Nguyet:

Of course, your beloved sweetheart will be there, too. And, the good news is she has decided to stay here in our town for a few more weeks, my muse wrote back.

Mira had scored a good teaching position at an International School in Taiwan, which probably started on September 1st, so that we would have another four or five weeks together. I had been worried I would never see her again, since she had wanted to relocate around the end of July, but now I was relieved.

It had taken Nguyet and me several tries to find the second lady for what Hiroshi had set his mind to, but eventually Quyen had agreed to the unusual foursome, during which Nguyet and I would pee onto each other, while Hiroshi would bang Quyen on the same bed.From behind.

As it looked like I was going to the hot springs with at least four ladies, if not five, I asked Nguyet to invite Hoang along - a young colleague of hers, who Mira really liked and who had been a member of our orgy posse for years - but my muse told me that Hoang was away for a week:

He's in Vinh, for some corporate training, Douglas.

It was a bit odd to invite Quyen along, I thought, because she only knew Nguyet, as far as I knew, but perhaps the latter had taken her to Ly and Hanh's massage parlor recently and introduced her to the two charming pregnant relatives. In her room upstairs, Hanh offered pussy massages, which had been my idea and become a veritable success over the last few years.

I was sure that Quyen would enjoy having her treasure treated by Hanh's dexterous, nimble hands. It certainly helped that Hanh was blind, as her clients were probably more relaxed if the masseuse wasn't able to see their snatches. I wasn't sure if Hanh's aunt Ly offered the same treatment; perhaps, I would ask them at the pool.

Nguyet and I wrote back and forth some more, during which she told me that Quyen was actually quite eager to have sex with another woman. Nguyet had been the very first lady Quyen had experienced lesbian sex with, but now, she was apparently ready to expand her horizon some more, for which the relaxed atmosphere at the hot springs - to which she may have never been - seemed outright ideal.

The funny thing was, though, that Nguyet had to attend some important meeting, while Hanh - who suffered fromNeuromyelitis optica- wasn't feeling well enough to go on a trip to the thermal springs. Which meant that her pregnant aunt Ly had to stay at home as well, which left Mira and Quyen - who didn't know each other. And yours truly, of course.

When Quyen told me that she only had an hour-and-a-half over lunch, however, we scrapped the trip and decided to meet at the old vacant hotel in town, which was slated for renovation, Nguyet had told me. In other words, pregnant, as Ly and Hanh were, with Mira leaving town soon, and Nguyet and Hiroshi trying to conceive a child, our orgy circle was coming to an end.

But before, we would party hard a few more times. Since Mira and Quyen didn't know each other well, I proposed we come up with some cheerful, cheeky role-play, since I didn't like thoseHey, let's meet and fuckarrangements. Mira promised to think of an idea, but then I didn't hear from her again, but Quyen reminded me that we didn't have much more than an hour:

Douglas, if we pretend we don't know each other, it'll take too much time, she was certain.

Anticipating some sort of piss-play with Mira and Quyen, I only bought some lemonade, guava juice, and water, instead of beer, and then went straight to the vacant hotel, which had seen so much debauchery over the years. I arrived early, since I always wanted to smoke a ciggy outside, and now I was wondering what the next hour-and-a-half would bring.

Although Mira and I were the urophilia couple par excellence, would Quyen's presence inhibit Mira? But then, she was only going to be in town for another five weeks, at the most. And Quyen had enjoyed our sweet piss-play immensely, two weeks back, so I was rather hopeful that the three of us would end up partying pretty hard again today.

As the ladies were a bit late, I lit another ciggy and thought of Gemini, with whom I had such a surprising little adventure just a few days back: We had been at the only bar in our town that offered beer on tap, where she asked me if it was actually true that I wanted the devastatingly cute petite waitress to pee on me.

And things had escalated nicely from there: After talking about Golden Showers for almost an hour, Gemini and I had ended up at her bedroom at her school, where it turned out, though, that she wasn't quite ready to splash me with her fine urine. Instead, Gemini rode and then blew me, until I came in her mouth and on her right boob, before she did pee in the shower.

With my hand between her legs. Which was cute and not disappointing at all. I couldn't wait to see her again. Right when the thought occurred to me that, today, Quyen might want to prepare herself mentally for the incredible debauchery with Hiroshi and Nguyet and see if watching a micturating couple could arouse her as much as Hiroshi, I saw the two young ladies on their respective scooters approaching.

Riding next to each other, as friends do, in Vietnam. Which was a lovely sight, as it promised a much freer and more raucous sex-party over lunch. Perhaps, they had met at Hanh's house and gotten acquainted a bit already? Well, Hanh and Ly's house was on the way from the International School, where Quyen worked, to the hotel here.

Since the large metal entrance door was already half-open, the two of them simply drove past me and straight in, only briefly interrupting their friendly chatter. Mira was wearing a relatively short blue skirt, which may have been part of her school uniform, but since it was hot today, she wasn't sporting pantyhose.

Which was fine, as she had the finest thighs of them all. Yes, they had already looked delish a second ago, and now I stepped inside and closed the screeching metal door, before I put the padlock through the latch, so that we would remain undisturbed. Looking at my favorite ex-colleague's perfect young legs was sending the first shivers of arousal through my metabolism.

Quyen, on the other hand, was wearing the same combo as always, since she was on her lunch break: the International School's purple polo, combined with a grey pleated skirt and sneakers. Her relatively large heaving chest caught my attention, but then I grabbed the old curtains that we used to prepare the bed, which we had hung up over the banister here to dry the last time we had been here.

When Mira and I kissed to sayhello, Quyen piously looked away and began to rummage through the stuff she kept under the seat of her Yamaha, but when we were done, she simply grabbed my hand - without a kiss.

"I met Mira at Hanh and Ly's house," Quyen was beaming, seeming exceedingly glad that she had met the three.

"Have you had a massage there, too?" I inquired on the way up.

"Yes, the day before yesterday," Quyen chuckled, but instead of relaying more details, she just told me howbig the belliesof the two relatives already were.

"Ly massaged me. Hanh wasn't feeling well," she added, without divulging if the treatment had included her pussy.

I didn't want to ask, though. Instead, I said I hoped Hanh would feel better soon.

"She's already better," Mira told me, who had taken my other hand in the meantime.

Upstairs, on the fourth floor, in the only remaining furnished room, nothing had changed. In the past, there had always been some traffic in between my visits here, but Nguyet's cute petite colleague Thuy was married again, Sally was about to move to Saigon, where Charlie was already living, and Mira's former girlfriend, Emily, had disappeared altogether.

And Ly and Hanh were both heavily pregnant. Casey had purportedly found her path back into the lair of the Christian church; Nguyet had bumped into her recently. That day, Casey was reading the Bible on a park bench, wearing an old-fashioned greyish-greenish dress; a scene that turned me on like only a few others.

Casey was the first I ever had anal sex with, and I was damn sure that I would have gently closed the Holy Book and tried to take her here, to the old vacant hotel, to polish her fine sphincter with my throbbing knob.

Mira was wearing a light, white, short-sleeved shirt, which had some blue writing over her modest chest. It looked like the blouse was part of her school uniform, too, which she brought back from the Philippines maybe two years back to lend authenticity to our teacher-student roleplays, which had turned out exceedingly well.

The cool thing was, though, that I could sense a blue bra under the relatively thin fabric, which I didn't think I had seen before. Gazing and gawking at Mira's small chest, we got interrupted, however:

"Hey, I need to take a shower, first," Quyen stated: "I took one this morning, but it's so hot," she explained herself.

I didn't find it particularly hot today; instead of 98 degrees, it was 'only' about 88 or 90, but it was pretty balmy, sure. And Quyen certainly wanted to be at her best for her very first time with Mira. So, I just drew the curtains half-way, after I had opened a window, before I prepared the bed with the two folded curtains that I had brought up from the lobby.

When Quyen was only wearing her underwear, she quickly went over to the single bed to grab the long white dress she had worn in high school. She had brought it here the previous time we had met, since she knew I loved looking at her when she was wearing nothing but the long innocent dress:

"Shall I put it on afterwards?" she giggled.

Both, Mira and I, were looking at Quyen's fairly massive bush under the white front of her simple cotton panties, which looked fairly new. Since no one was saying anything, Quyen unceremoniously relieved herself of her bra, and now we got distracted by her large pair of boobs, which she knew I liked.

Thirsty, as we all were, I still fixed us drinks, first; ogling Quyen's strapping body. And her impressively large bush. Some hairs were sticking out on the sides; just the way I loved it. The air in the rom wasn't just hot but also crackling, for the lack of a better word, but then Mira relieved some of the tension, saying that the three of us should take a shower together:

"I think that's better."

Of course, she was right: that way, the two young women could get to know each other in a playful, mirthful way. It would be impossible to build a nice arch of erotic tension, but they were right: it was hot, and a quick shower would refresh us and put us in the mood.

Quyen didn't seem to mind at all and took off her panties, while Mira was undressing as well. Of course, I relieved myself of my clothes as quickly as I could, but noticed that Mira's tight dark-blue pair of panties - which were at least four inches high on the sides - was probably the single most elegant and beautiful item she owned.

She could have easily worn those navy-blue undies on the beach; together with her bra, the set looked astoundingly elegant.And kinda expensive. The way she was now lasciviously pushing her undies down her perfect thighs was quite a sight to behold. Quyen seemed as enamored as I was, but when we were all naked, we just moseyed into the bathroom.

The best thing about Mira's panties was that they wrapped her pussy boat-hull perfectly. Yes, Mira's snatch always reminded me of a toy boat, as it protruded quite a bit between her fairly long, slender legs. Yes, her outer labia formed a perfect unit, which one was able to see if Mira was just standing up, while Quyen's lips were much larger, resembling two small bananas.

The cool thing about Quyen's pussy was, however, that her fleshy pair of inner lips formed a vertical strip of mauve flesh, which one could also spot when she was just standing up, naked. But Quyen's bush was much larger than Mira's, and also darker. Unrulier.Wilder. More savory, and less elegant.Much less so.

I didn't know if Quyen had spotted Mira's elegant little pussy and how snugly her dark-blue panties had enwrapped it, but the whole scene caused my cock to grow, pump, and twitch, of course. What a blessing it was that Mira wasn't leaving next week.

"I've never undressed in front of another woman," Quyen giggled, briefly covering her crotch his both hands: "Apart from Mrs. Nguyet."

"And now, Mira," I added, needlessly, as Mira was soaping her hands.

"Well, we're all naked. So, it's okay," the latter added, pointing at my cock, which was dangling heavily here in the tropical heat.

"Douglas, I need to pee, but are we going to do it together?" Mira was curious, not ashamed of talking about her - our - leanings: "You don't mind, Quyen,huh?" she still inquired.

Charming. Disarmingly so.

"No, you guys go ahead," Quyen only nodded, before she told Mira what she had done with me here, two weeks earlier: "I never thought that peeing together during sex could be so... so lovely... and exciting," she added, for the lack of better words.

Now, we were soaping each other's bodies, and I noticed that Quyen - who had a tendency to put on weight - was admiring Mira's slender graceful frame; almost as if she was tad envious. Perhaps, she also would have preferred Mira's boat hull pussy, with her inner labia folding up so nicely.

In the end, we decided to pee right here in the shower to save ourselves the trouble of having to change the bedsheet again, even before our rousing loin twirl proper would begin. And we would have to take yet another shower, afterward.

"We'll do it again, on the bed, at the end," Quyen was optimistic, but then she blushed as if she was afraid that she had plowed ahead too far.

Unlike the previous time I had been here with Quyen, I didn't sit down on the ledge surrounding the shower but just remained standing, letting the ladies pee on my feet. Their joyful jets were crossing and causing the ice to melt. Both young ladies were giggling, but at some point, I stepped behind Mira, since I knew that she always enjoyed it if I pressure-washed her butt crack.

Since I had done the same thing with Quyen the last time, the latter stepped around to watch me pulling Mira's girlish butt cheeks apart, before I let go. I swung my cock up and down a bit, but eventually pressed my glans directly onto Mira's light pulsating sphincter, which always reminded me of a raw squid or octopus ring.

I assumed that Mira had rinsed her rectum this same morning, so I wasn't afraid of any Nutella leaking out of her, but I knew that she liked having the cavity behind her anus flushed with my tepid jet. Quyen was blushing and giggling, but she surely gave off the vibe that she found what we were doing incredibly hot.

Of course, I couldn't be entirely sure if Mira agreed that a girl she didn't know well was watching me pissing inside her rectum, but then, on the other hand, by coming here together, the three of us had tacitly agreed to let go of all inhibitions and social norms.

As warm as it was, we only dried ourselves very quickly, but when Mira noticed that the blue fitted sheet needed some adjusting, she bent over to put on some finishing touches. When she pressed her little light butt backward, as she was bending over, her brown, barely hairy peach between her perfect young legs looked utterly delish: succulent and juicy, ripe and ready.

Somehow, Mira then ended up sitting between Quyen and me, on the edge of the mattress. I turned my upper body by about 45 degrees to face her, and I caught Quyen again looking longingly at Mira's small disc-like breasts, which seemed already swollen. I licked my fingertips, before I tenderly fondled the tender flesh under and around Mira's small pink areolas, which prompted Quyen to hesitatingly reach for the tempting fruit as well.

Yes, Mira's small boobs always reminded me of crumpets; not just the size but also their texture. Flickering over Mira's developing nipple and admiring her little dark-brown bush, I asked the ladies if today was their very first time of having sex together:

"Yes, but Mira's told me already that she's bisexual," Quyen said, seeming darn sure that Mira had the hots for her.

The latter looked super-relaxed; especially now, after she had propped her upper body on her outstretched arms next to and a bit behind her. She, too, clearly enjoyed the tender curious caresses, with which we were spoiling her slim frame. It was heartwarming to see how much more open and comfortable with her own, slightly androgynous body Mira had become over the last four years.

After Quyen had played with Mira's boobs for another minute, she remarked that they weresimilar to Mrs. Nguyet's. I didn't think so - my muse's were rounder, slightly larger, had a more classical shape, even though they were also sagging a bit - but decided not to contest Quyen's claim.I mean, what would we have gained?

Meanwhile, Mira had reached for my cock, with which she was absentmindedly playing, while enjoying our caresses. It was only about half-stiff, and so I put one foot up onto the bed, so that Mira could lean against my leg and had her hands free to continue her tender treatment. But now, Quyen asked if she could kneel on the floor, between Mira's thighs:

"You know, the only pussy I have ever seen is Mrs. Nguyet's," Quyen explained her curiosity: "But hers is totally different from mine," she giggled, before promising Mira that she could also examine her pussy and grabbing a pillow to kneel on.

"Your pussies are both really beautiful," I stated the truth: "But totally different as well."

Now kneeling on the floor, between Mira's perfect thighs, Quyen put her forearms on the latter like on a banister, before her fingers began to caress Mira's slim belly. Plucking and playing with Mira's sparse pubic hair, Quyen seemed to be gathering the courage to push her knees back and lean further forward, directly into the center of our universe.