The Old Vacant Hotel

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 34 -We're gonna do that now

Briefly after the ultra-lewd and juicy farewell party for Mira the Friday before last, Gemini told me that she had a friend from the Philippines visiting, who turned out to be her very special friend; basically, the love of her life - who Gemini wanted to spend the rest of her days with. Angelica was working in the Philippines, atBlue Cross Blue Shield, the health insurance company, on the same island both young ladies were from.

It sounded like Angelica came to Vietnam twice a year; the last time she had visited was overTet, the Lunar New Year. When Gemini showed me a photo of her, I wasn't too impressed, at first: Angelica looked a bit wide and fairly nondescript. Not that she was overweight, but there didn't seem to be anything special about her, either.

When I met her in person a few days later, however, at that small joint where I ate dinner and drank cheap local beer every Sunday night, I was quite smitten from the get-go: not only was Angelica much slimmer and thus much more attractive than I had imagined her, but she also had an endearing smile - which she often suppressed, though, since she was wearing thick green or blue braces.

I wasn't able to determine the color properly, as it was fairly dark and the yellowish-orange streetlights distorted colors. Anyway, two of my ex-colleagues were also present, both gentlemen approaching 70. While Gemini was talking to the two of them, who were sitting across from her, Angelica and I exchanged a few bashful approving glances past Gemini, who was sitting between us.

Occasionally, we also smiled at each other, without talking much, as Angelica was sitting almost ten feet away and busy texting whomever on her phone. For some strange reason, I only noticed her nimble thighs when she got up to say goodbye. Well, it had been a fairly long day; I was exhausted, slightly inebriated, and not at all prepared for an adventure.

Since the two young ladies had spoken very highly of the small guesthouse they were at during Angelica's stay - Gemini was perhaps tired of her converted-classroom bedroom under the roof at her private English school - I used said lodging, which wasn't far from where Gemini was living, as a pretext to get back in touch the following day.

I didn't think that Gemini and I would somehow end up in a threesome with her girlfriend, before the latter would return to the Philippines later this week, but I still wanted to see her once more; ideally in daylight. So, I told Gemini that friends of mine from abroad were coming to town and asked her if I couldn't check out the room they were staying at.

I couldn't say - and didn't care, really - if the ladies felt that that backstory was haphazardly concocted, as said homestay was at the opposite end, all across town from my house, for instance, but women usually didn't have much of a sense for geography, anyway. But the three of us could enjoy lunch together, which was a lovely thought.

As they had asked me to be at the homestay at quarter past eleven, I surmised that we would eat, first; most Vietnamese got up around five to enjoy the pleasant morning hours and had lunch around ten-thirty or eleven, before they would take a nap. Of course, I had arranged my life around this pattern:

I slept in and then took my time, enjoying a full European breakfast with baguettes, butter, honey, jam, and cheese at home. I would run errands and go grocery shopping at noon, when the whole country was asleep, to enjoy the empty aisles. Which meant, however, that my options to eat lunch in town were limited. But then, I knew some places that served food all afternoon.

Gemini was waiting for me on the sidewalk, looking at her phone. I had seen her lanky tall figure in her black pantsuit already from the distance. When I hopped onto the sidewalk on my Honda, I noticed that she had picked an absurdly large bra today: her medium-sized breasts were mighty fine, but today, the two hemispheres were bulging under her thin open jacket, right above her narrow waist.

Perhaps, she was wearing one of Angelica's bras? Anyway, I didn't ask or say anything; partially, as we were now standing inside, at the reception, where the proprietor greeted me. She seemed to have been expecting me but right then, I asked myself for the first time if Gemini had told Angelica about our little affair.And what about the peeing?

The former, probably, but our newly-found urophilia Gemini had in all likelihood kept to herself, was my guess. Perhaps, I would find out more over lunch. The proprietor now asked me when exactlymy friends were coming, but I just replied that the dates weren't set yet. She nodded disappointedly, but gestured that Gemini and I should just go upstairs.

In the room, Angelica was sitting on the bed that was nearer to the door. She smiled at me and nodded, with her laptop on her smooth, light thighs, which were nicely squeezed by their own weight and thus looked pretty. Pretty womanly. When she had smiled, I noticed that her braces were blue, but they were surprisingly clunky and thick.Weird.

Anyway, she appeared to be wearing the same sand-colored pair of shorts she had been sporting the previous evening, at the little joint where we met for the first time. For some reason, I liked them: the color reminded me of a lion's coat. And one of the couch blankets my parents had in the Seventies. But Angelica's shorts were thinner, of course.

And nicely soft. Now, she smiled again but then caught herself; she seemed pretty self-conscious of her ungainly braces. Which she probably didn't even need. Just like Mira, who had nice teeth but was still sporting braces, at 27. That was a Filipina thing, apparently. But Angelica's beige sleeveless blouse with a pale blue-and-red pattern was lovely, too.

I also liked that I could see her bra strap and, for some reason, that she had her hair rolled up in a bun, which was held together by a white hairclip, near her neck. After Angelica had looked at me once more, the two ladies were now speaking in the language of their home island:

"Mister Douglas, Gemini is going to get lunch in a bit. We could eat on the balcony," Angelica suggested.

"Sure," I nodded but then stepped onto the balcony to smoke, after I had looked around the room a bit to not raise suspicion.

Of course, I had asked the ladies for permission to smoke; they were still negotiating in what I might have been Tagalog. The two of them were pretty much ignoring me now, as if they were discussing something more serious. And so, I just kept puffing away, ogling Angelica's thighs from time to time, since she was still sitting on the bed, which had a burgundy spread on it.

Well, she did furtively glance at me from time to time - also, when I was passing her to drop my cigarette butt into the toilet. Once in the bathroom, I looked around again and decided to pee, while I was here. Yeah, the room wasn't bad, and the bathroom here looked nicely clean, new, and spacious.Not bad for nine bucks per night.

When I stepped back into the room, Angelica invited me with a hand gesture to sit on the second bed, close to the balcony door. Meanwhile, she had closed her laptop but it was still sitting on her, well, lap. Her marvelous thighs, rather. The second bed also had a dark-red bedspread on it, with an identical floral pattern.

Now, Gemini got up from the other bed and announced that she would briefly go back to her school and then come back, with lunch. Curiously, she didn't ask what I wanted to eat or what food she had in mind but perhaps, she knew a really good place and wanted to surprise me.

What I found more odd was that Gemini didn't ride bikes. Both, motorcycles and bicycles made herdizzy, she had told me once.Was she really going to walk?I mean, it wasn't far, perhaps 350 yards but, still... It made sense, though, that she wanted to change after a long night here with her girlfriend, and she was old enough to navigate through the logistics of her day.

As soon as Gemini had left, however, Angelica stood up and placed her laptop onto the desk, next to the TV. Then, she sauntered over to the other bed, where I was still sitting, and hesitatingly placed her flat hand on my head, before she begun to stroke my hair:

"That feels so nice, Mister Douglas. All evening yesterday, I wanted to brush your short hair," she giggled bashfully: "In the Philippines, no one has hair like you."

I never really thought there was anything special about my hair, but it was true: My dense short hair was a rarity in Southeast Asia. Men my generation had longer hair or were growing bald. Since she looked a trifle trepidatious, I gently placed my right hand on her left thigh to meet her charming social transgression with one of mine.

Gosh, was her skin smooth!After a few seconds, I retreated, but Angelica nodded and smiled at me again; I still hesitated to put my hand back onto her leg and took a good look at her small chest, instead. Her modest boobs seemed oddly close to each other.

Well, perhaps it was her bra.Or Gemini's. But her set was heaving nicely directly in front of my face, as I was still sitting on the bed, while Angelica, who was of medium height, at most, was standing between my thighs.

So, she wanted to brush my hair with her hand the whole evening last night? Well, what was I supposed to do now? Unbutton her blouse and remove her beige bra? And the suckle her breasts? Should I admit that I only noticed her ravishing legs when she got up to say goodbye? No, that would be counter-climactic, perhaps. Or funny.

The serious discussion earlier: Had Angelica requested to be alone with me? Had Gemini agreed? Were we in a hurry now?That was a lot of questions, but Angelica answered some by opening the button on her shorts, before she pulled the zipper down halfway. Which was a fairly strong statement and invitation, wasn't it?

But wasn't she lesbian? Did she really want sex? Now? Right away?Well, I got distracted as I was looking at her white panties, which seemed curiously loose. And the fabric reminded me of my late grandmother's collection of tablecloths.

"Well, Angelica, this sure is tempting. You're quite attractive. But Gemini's gonna be back in twenty minutes or so," I reminded her, panting, but the latter only shook her head and smiled like an old, wise Southeast Asian saint:

"She ain't' gonna be back, until I tell her."

Now, that was quite a statement. It had an ever so slightly ominous touch to it, too, which I liked, as it added some spice to the moment. So, it was a stitch-up, after all.A stacked deck of cards.

"But what if I don't want to?" I asked Angelica flippantly, looking at the four square-inches of her white panties behind the open zipper.

"Now, that seems unlikely, Mister Douglas, after what Gemini has told me. The two of you partied quite hard recently," she reminded me, licking her lips, pulling the zipper all the way down.

Wow! Would she now peel her shorts off her ass and legs herself, or did she want me to do it?I could feel my cock twitching inside my underpants; I was tempted to get up and relieve myself of my clothes instantly, but then: This moment would never come back. Perhaps, we should relish it some more.

Angelica had slid a tad closer in the meantime; her thighs were now touching mine. Quite lasciviously, she took her hairclip out, before she also removed the rubber band and then shook her head to fluff up her hair with her fingers.

"When Gemini told me, I was sore that she had slept with a man for the first time," Angelica admitted, and I had a hunch where this was going.

"Oh, so that was her very first time, a few weeks back?!" I panted, utterly surprised and quite aroused.

"Well, we had promised each other never to have sex with a man. Cheating with another woman is something else," she was sure: "But then, I guess, Gemini was just too curious to try it once. She said she wanted to see what it feels like if a man... comes inside her," Angelica added, as she was pushing her sand-colored shorts down her refreshing light legs.

I noticed that she had knock knees, but I was relieved that Gemini hadn't mentioned Trang, the cute little waitress nor the peeing, apparently. Although that could also have been a good thing. Anyway, Angelica's grandma-tablecloth panties were really loose, like boxershorts. All around her thighs, I could have pushed my hand inside to fondle her flesh and pussy.

Which probably smelled good, too. Looking at Angelica, I noticed that her teeth were clamping her tongue, which looked super cute but, as I was unbuttoning my shirt, before I would pull her panties down, I asked her how much experience with men she had:

"None. That's why we're gonna do it now," giggled Angelica endearingly and blushed.

"Oh. So, you made some kind of deal? Since Gemini had sex with a guy, with me, we're going to do the same, so that you are even?" I asked her, more or less rhetorically.

"Sort of," she giggled again, red as a beet: "No man has ever touched me. But, of course, I'm a bit curious, too. I also want to see what it feels like when a guy comes inside me."

Although I found it hot to be sitting on the bed, while Angelica was standing between my knees, I still got up to relieve myself of my clothes. Angelica let out a cute little Southeast Asian squeal when my cock snapped out of my underpants, but I sat down again to take good care of her midsection in a minute.

Just after I had begun to fondle her thighs again, her phone was buzzing, though, next to her laptop. She moseyed over to the desk to read and reply to the message, during which I ogled her slender frame. She had nice calves, too, and I noticed that she was unbuttoning her blouse with her left hand while typing with her right, as if she was in a hurry.

"Gemini just asked if we're gonna do it," Angelica told me, before she quickly took off her blouse and returned.

As soon as she was standing between my thighs again, she reached on her back to snap her nondescript beige little bra open, which she didn't take off right away, though. To prolong our foreplay, I teased her a bit, saying that I was hungry:

"I thought we would eat, first, and then... maybe..."

"You gotta eat me now," she had a solution, revealing her ravishing little boobs.

Which were actually kinda close together. Both little hemispheres were kinda pointy, with simple red nipples - nothing remarkable, but still wonderful. Kinda like the whole young woman: Angelica was neither tall nor short, neither skinny nor chubby. I reached for one of her endearing little titties, which I then slowly fondled.

Even though I noticed that Angelica was trying to get a good look of my cock, I still leaned forward to take her left boob into my mouth. As close as they were together, I could feel her right little booby on my cheek, while I was twiddling her nipple with the tip of my tongue inside my mouth.

Spontaneously, I asked her how old she was, as Gemini had only answered28 or 29,which I had found a tad strange. Well, it turned out that Angelica was, in fact, 29, and now she started to stroke my hair again. After a few more rounds on those little blister circles around her nipples, I let go, since I was curious to explore her pussy now.

I wondered if I should ask Angelica about her lovely but highly unusual panties; they did look as if they were 100 years old, but they were also darn sexy and stinking cool. I guess I could have pulled them down unceremoniously, but we were in no hurry, since Gemini wasn't going to return, until she would be told to do so.

Yes, this was our first and, in all likelihood, our last time, so we should celebrate our lust, do something original, and slow down. Luckily, Angelica wasn't rushing things, either; she was enjoying the moment as much as I was, although she must have been super curious to hold and suck a cock.

Now may have also been a good time to ask Angelica if Gemini had told her about our piss play. But if Gemini hadn't, then we would needlessly get distracted. Perhaps, Angelica would be disgusted - although, she seemed pretty open. In all likelihood, she might even have wanted to pee on me.Or vice versa.

But no, I wasn't going to bring up Gemini now. I would play it by ear; should Angelica mention that she needed to pee, I would maybe try to turn it into a memorable event, but I would wait, I decided, looking at the slightly heaving front of Angelica's grandma-tablecloth panties.

Under which I now slowly pushed my hand from below. Almost instantly, I could feel rather soft, curly pubic hair, which was rustling quietly behind the fabric. Her bush felt wider and denser than Gemini's, which was exceptionally narrow and long. Heaving and panting in anticipation, Angelica asked me why I didn't just pull her underwear down, so that I could see everything:

"I'm pretty sure I could, but I like prolonging things a bit," I murmured: "You horny?"

When I looked up at her face, which was still red as a beet, Angelica nodded, licking her lips. I'm still not sure if I would have noticed her in a large public space, such as an airport or a city square, as she was so average. But the more she revealed of herself, the more beautiful she became. She also seemed to have a super pleasant personality - which, unfortunately, I wasn't going to experience much.

Meanwhile, the tip of my middle finger had pushed itself between her inner labia and was now stimulating the fresh flesh around the opening of her urethra, before I played with her clit for a bit. When I traveled further down, I felt thick viscous nectar, but now Angelica just pushed her wonderfully old-fashioned panties down, unable and unwilling to wait any longer.

"Keep going. It feels nice," she paid me a compliment, after my fingers had begun touching her inner flesh again, but then she asked me if she shouldn't lie down.

In the end, she didn't even wait for an answer, which prompted me to slide down onto the floor. I rested the right-hand side of my upper body against the edge of the mattress. Her left leg was behind my back, while my cheek was resting on the inside of her left thigh, pretty close to her breathing pumping treasure.

Gentle wafts of sourish pussy aroma were coming my way, and I noticed that her pubic hair was dark brown, not black. Some of the long hairs around her pussy were already graced with pearls of sourish manna, while her perineum was thoroughly wet. With quivering nostrils, I reached for her pussy entrance with my fingers, where I had spotted a fat drop of nectar that I didn't want to waste.

Angelica laughed when she saw me tasting her translucent fresh manna, but then she even pried her pussy open with her index and middle fingers.Wow!As wet and succulent as her biotope was, I spread the juices some more and then slowly shoved two fingers up her sheath to perhaps find and tickle her G-spot.

Yes, her bush was much wider and denser than Gemini's but her hair stopped cleanly at her groins, as if she trimmed it. Under the dark-brown wool, one could see her outer labia clearly, which were curiously light; pretty much of the same color as the rest of her skin.

"Your pussy is beautiful," I murmured, as I was tickling her perineum, which was darker.

When I prodded her anus a bit, which I was unable to see, though, the way Angelica was sitting, she admitted that she liked anal:

"We often do it in the back, with dildos," she chuckled: "I know a trick that makes it easier."

"Well, if you want..." I murmured, absentmindedly looking at her juicy pumping pussy, which seemed to be screaming, though:No, here's where it is.