The Old Vacant Hotel

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 37 -Nguyet expresses her Gratitude in Kind

After the unbelievably ribald session with Nguyet and her Japanese husband Hiroshi about two weeks back - during which I banged her on the kitchen table after lunch, right in front of his eyes, as that had been a fantasy he had been harboring for quite a while now - Nguyet invited me to visit her again, so that she could express her gratitude, by offering herself once more:

Mister Douglas, you have no idea how what you did to me two weeks ago inspired my husband and breathed fresh air into our relationship, she wrote:Hiroshi is like a different person. Unfortunately, he won't be able to make it this time, but he has agreed that I can meet with you to... well, you know what we will do.

Technically, Nguyet stating that Hiroshi wasn't going to be home could be yet another ruse; after all, he enjoyed watching his ravishing young wife getting banged; perhaps, he would hide in a closet, this time? On the other hand, Nguyet knew that our extensive affair was going to end soon, since she was four months pregnant, so I was expecting the two of us being alone to slowly sail our liaison into the harbor.

For good, but in style. Accordingly, on the way to her new house, I thought about what she might be wearing today and what she could do to surprise me: A lovely pair of shiny black pantyhose or stockings, or a long dress?Or a short one?We could also take along bath together to prepare her leathery sphincter for some anal play or even intercourse, as she had already announced she wanted to enjoy with me one more, final time?

The weather was getting cooler too, so a long bath seemed only fitting.Or had she invited another young lady- of the very few who remained, after our orgy circle had more or less disbanded over the last months? For one of his fantasies, at least, Hiroshi needed a second woman in the room, who he could bang, while watching his wife kneeling over my head blowing me - and, ideally, micturating upon me, while I would do the same to her.

After I had parked my Honda, I looked around to see if I could spot a motorcycle I knew. But there was none; apart from Nguyet's own, of course. Neither was Hiroshi's spiffy fat Lexus parked within sight. I decided to smoke a quick ciggy, so I didn't need to do it inside Nguyet's house; although, her husband smoked, too.

When I was close to being done, Nguyet opened the gate; she had apparently spotted me from upstairs. What I immediately loved was that she was sporting the clothes she had often worn when she was still working at that private English school where we met, almost twelve years ago now: She was wearing her trademark black, knee-length skirt, which she had combined with a simple light top with pale-red horizontal stripes.

Nguyet was even wearing espadrilles, although not the ten-year-old black-and-white-checked ones. But yes, her sporting this outfit placed us instantly back into our time together at the school, where I had admired and longed after her in vain for several years. Until we met again at a colleague's wedding, after Nguyet had already left the school.

On that fateful day, she asked me if we shouldn't, after all, meet for coffee once; after which she took me to her parents' house, as they were attending a wedding in Quy Nhon, which was eighty miles away and so, they would stay there overnight. After a titillating hour at the café, we continued our foreplay in the living room downstairs, before we ended up in Nguyet's bedroom.

While we were now walking up the stairs together, inside her new house, I wondered again if Hiroshi was hiding somewhere, but then Nguyet's irresistible charm enwrapped me warmly as soon as we had entered the pretty stylish living room, where she asked me to take a seat on the sofa. Today, the TV wasn't on, but she had already brought a pot of tea and two cups.

"We could also go over to the kitchen," she offered, after she had poured the tea.

"But there, we would only be reminded of the inferno you staged the last time I was here," I chuckled.

Nguyet also cracked up, blushing nicely:

"Yeah, I mean... I'm a bit embarrassed, actually," she cooed: "But, to say it again, we are really grateful that you played along. Hiroshi is like a different person. As soon as you had left, we did it again, and then once more in the evening," she chortled, smiling impishly.

And proudly. Of course, she could have exaggerated a bit, but I didn't contest her words, as that would have implied that I thought she was lying.

"Well, your husband had probably harbored that fantasy for a long time," I responded, implying that, as vivid and wild as Hiroshi's imagination was, I approved of it.

"Sure. But I also want to say that we had prearranged the whole thing," Nguyet confessed: "We knew that there was flooding in Hue and that he couldn't go there."

"Yeah, that was even a new all-time record. I mean, the amount of water," I nodded, still impressed by the forces of nature.

"Yes, I know. But, since I tricked you into this... well, bewildering lunch, I owe you. Today, you can do what you want with me," my muse repeated what she had already offered two weeks back, when we had been saying our goodbyes.

"Oh, yes, okay... I don't know... we'll just do what we both like," I replied, trying to sound unassuming and gentle.

Almost meek.

"But, Mister Douglas, why so modest?!" Nguyet responded, accordingly: "You've waited all those years... but today, you finally can... don't you wanna see me naked, take your time with everything... and touch me everywhere?!" she asked me rhetorically.

Part of our intriguing ruse was that our last time - on the kitchen table, with Nguyet still more than half-dressed, in front of Hiroshi's eyes - had been our very first time, as absurd as it may sound. Hiroshi had also needed that detail for his kink, as far as I understood. I still wasn't quite over the fact that the cuckold had even sucked my cum out of his pregnant wife's pussy.

"Sure, I've wanted to see you naked and touch you for so many years..." I said dreamily: "Back then, we saw each other almost every day. But you were unreachable... and yet: all that was between me and my happiness was your black skirt and your panties," I added, chuckling, sounding somewhat dramatic.

"Well, like I said: Today, nothing is standing between us. I can take my skirt off... and my underwear. Or, you do it," Nguyet smiled mischievously, yet full of affection.

As much as she was challenging me, she was probably pretty horny; now that she was pregnant. The way we were sitting right next to each other on the couch, I could have easily folded her skirt up and take a good look at her lovely little thighs. And panties - if she was wearing any.

But still, I decided to watch her heaving little bosom, first, which today was clearly harnessed in a bra, as I could make out the contours under her older, thin shirt. A blouse would have been nice, too, as I could have unbuttoned it slowly to escalate things in a more conducive fashion: one button after the other, then pushed her bra up...

I guess, I could have pulled up her shirt to approach her chest that way but, as this was perhaps the very last time I would ever get to see her in this set of clothes, I decided to take things more slowly to fill my eyes and bolster my memories a bit more. But then, we knew why we had met today.Shouldn't we, perhaps, go over to the kitchen?No, since we wanted to do it twice, presumably, we should probably go ahead now, after which I could recover, during lunch. I wondered which panties Nguyet had picked for today - and what Hiroshi might want to do the next time we would be here together.

Nguyet got suddenly up to fix the light curtain, which the wind had blown over the open balcony door. When she was back, she didn't sit down next to me again, but remained standing between my knees. Probably, so that I would reach under her black, knee-length skirt. When I still hesitated, Nguyet very slowly lifted the piece up in the front, so that I was now able to look at her ravishing little thighs - which she knew I loved beyond all measure.

I still reached for her small boobs, first, which I then kneaded and massaged a bit through her bra. Nguyet had clamped her tongue between her teeth and was looking down on me, full of longing, love, and lust:

"I'm still surprised how hesitant you are," she mildly admonished me, seeming surprised how much me slowing things down was adding to our chamber play.

In the meantime, Nguyet had pulled up her skirt even further, so that I was finally able to admire the center of my universe. Still housed in a pair of pastel-colored undies, her pussy boat-hull was pressing down nicely into the soft light fabric. Her panties, which fit like a glove, looked like they belonged to a younger woman, but - and Nguyet knew how much I liked the sight - there were also a bunch of long, pitch-black hairs sticking out left and right.

Perfect. As challengingly as she was grinning, Nguyet certainly expected me to remove the beguiling item - which I did, eventually.Of course. I even assisted when she was fiddling the warm piece off her slim ankles, but her skirt had fallen back down, so that I still hadn't seen her hairy snatch. After she tossed her panties onto the large vinyl armchair nearby, she sat down next to me again:

"When you walked into the school, and I was at the reception desk, what did you think? What did you want to do with me? Did you think of my pussy: what it looked like... and smelled like?" Nguyet was curious; probably genuinely, as she had never asked me these specific questions.

"Well, maybe not right then, downstairs in the reception area. You always seemed sooo unapproachable. But later, upstairs in my classroom on the fifth floor, or in the evening, at home... I jerked off with the image of you being naked in my mind... including your naked pussy, sure. Countless times..." I admitted, truthfully.

Nguyet nodded, encouraging me to reveal more of my fantasies regarding her hairy lap, and I hinted that there was one more thing I definitely wanted to do with her. For which she would have to sit in an office chair, however. I could literally see the cogs turning behind her lovely forehead; perhaps, she was already making plans for our next session.

Today though, Nguyet was already naked under her skirt, sitting next to me on the mint-green sofa, and neither of us wanted to relocate or change anything at that particular moment. As I didn't feel like teasing her further, I now folded her skirt up and arranged it neatly on her belly, so that the furry moist animal between her lovely little legs could finally shine.

To position herself perfectly, Nguyet lifted up her little butt and pulled the skirt back out from under her naked ass and now, we had everything we wanted: the slender, petite hot MILF was sitting here more than half-dressed, but her potent pussy and large, pitch-black bush were heaving between her light little legs, right smack in the center.

Of my universe. Perhaps for the penultimate time. Playfully, I ruffled her crackling hair, pulling it a bit here and there, absentmindedly looking at her hazelnut-brown outer lips underneath the thicket. Nguyet slightly opened her legs to encourage me to reach in between - where I was sure, her body was oozing plenty of translucent oily nectar to lubricate the divine act that was about to follow.

Oh, how long and how fervently I had wished to be able to do with Nguyet whatever I wanted, but now that I had the chance, I wasn't sure how to continue; partially, since the two of us had let our desires run wild a hundred times already. Still, the moment felt new, as if we were actually only meeting for the second time.

As hot and enthralling as it was to be sitting here like this with her, it wasn't particularly erotic how blatantly she was exposing herself. In many ways, her ravishing young body with her comparatively large and pretty hairy, sourish snatch, pulsating a few inches away from me was all I wanted. And yet, there was something missing, it seemed.

I still couldn't contain myself and reached between Nguyet's legs, of course. After I had combed her hair to the sides a bit, I diddled her clit, which seemed slightly enlarged, about to make its way out from under its awning. I could feel her slim, beveled inner lips and noticed that the lower half had already separated; perhaps, as she was pregnant.

Now, the little carp mouth sucked my middle finger inside:tshlupp- and Nguyet closed her eyes to relish my tender treatment. In the meantime, my cock had grown inside my pants and was now eager to be let out. We could hear ourselves panting, but to spare the new couch our bodily fluids, I asked Nguyet if she didn't want to move to her bedroom, perhaps.

Instead of a reply, she slid down on the floor and was now kneeling between my legs. She unbuttoned my pants and urged me to relieve myself of them, together with my underwear:

"I'll blow you a bit, before we... if you want, you could lie down on your back. I kneel over your chest and you lick me?" she suggested, seemingly unconcerned that the sofa would get hit with our fluids.

Does she actually want to pee here?I asked myself, a tad uneasy. Well, we hadn't talked about that aspect yet but, of course, I assumed that we would engage in our favorite pastime today as well.Or wouldn't we, since this was purportedly only the second time we were doing it?

In any case, Nguyet was happy to greet my eagerly throbbing cock, admiring how large it had grown in the meantime. After she had marveled at the fat mushroom tip, she took it in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it. Looking at her gliding-seagull-silhouette upper lip, I felt the first warm shivers traversing through my body - yes, her blowing was divine.

Until her phone on the coffee table started ringing and buzzing. Yes, I had already been wondering what that was supposed to mean for the last thirty minutes. It was unusual that she kept her phone nearby during foreplay; particularly, as she had known what was about to ensue:

"Oh, I'll get the call quickly," she cooed, after she had interrupted her blowjob.

Nguyet placed a strand of hair behind her left ear, before she sat down on my right thigh. Holding on to my rod as if traveling on a tram, she now began to speak in Vietnamese, of course, but I was still able to understand about a quarter or a third. Now, she said something abouthalf an hour, and I noticed how accurately her bangs were cut.

Yes, the bangs, together with her hair neatly pinned up on the back of her head, was my all-time favorite. Aroused as we were, I reached under her shirt to snap her bra open, after which I fondled her small, slightly sagging breasts under her top. Eventually, I pulled up her shirt to take one of her titties into my mouth, and now I flickered over her pumping nipple with my tongue - all the while she was still chatting away with the person at the other end.

I also noticed that her skin smelled lovely; not just of soap or lotion, but it was simply the beguiling smell of a pregnant woman. When she was done, Nguyet didn't say who it was or what the call was about, but simply took off her shirt and bra, before she briefly got up to open the button of her skirt - which she then let gravity pull down her little legs.

After a quick moment of thinking, she spread the skirt on the couch, before she sat down on it, spreading her legs. Which brought out the best in her pussy and her whole nimble body: with the moist and breathing vertical cleft in her midst looking at me, Nguyet invited me to mount her, and I had to agree that nothing could top said sight.

Of course, I could have asked her who had called, but this wasn't the moment to blather. We both were literally horny as fuck, and the invitation had just been too strong to decline. Now, Nguyet slid downward a bit further, toward me, so that she was properly lying on her back and, as soon as my glans was touching her inner labia, the pair sucked my cock in, like it had already done with my middle finger ten minutes earlier.

Needless to say, the beginning of our fuck was somewhat hectic, but then we quickly found our rhythm: Our screams and squirms were reverberating off the walls and the ceiling, and we probably could be heard down in the street as well. Nguyet let out quite a few of really cute squeals, as I was banging her harder and harder, occasionally biting my nipples and breathing warmly into my chest hair.

Eventually, I propped my torso onto my outstretched arms, which prompted Nguyet to thrust her pelvis upward, as if I wasn't banging her hard or quickly enough. For a bit, I focused on changing the angle and the speed of my pumping but overall, it felt like this was just the overture to our second: longer and more substantial - fuck today, after lunch.

When I was finally lavishing myself inside her, with quivering loins and groins, I hollered toward the balcony door, which was still open, while Nguyet was whimpering and shrieking. We were both panting hard, after I had collapsed on her, but I decided to leave my cock inside her, until it would naturally slip out. But now was a good moment to ask who had called:

"That was the new maid. Hiroshi hired her last week," Nguyet told me, smiling impishly.

Of course. I instantly surmised that I knew the young woman.

"What did she want?" I asked, when my muse wouldn't divulge more information readily.

"She thought she needed to fix lunch for us. I had told her I didn't need her today, but she mixed it up, I think."

So, Hiroshi had hired a maid. Ha!I thought to myself, as we got up, before we went to the bathroom together. When I saw the large bathtub, I realized now was our chance to engage in our favorite pastime. I told Nguyet that I liked when a beautiful woman micturated upon me, during or after sex. Needless to say, she was instantly game.

"There's a shower mounted here, too, so it's easy to clean up afterward," I added, but she didn't need any more convincing.

Initially, I thought she would sit down on my lap, but when she was standing between my knees after I had sat down with my arms on the edge and was watching my cum bubbling and dripping out of her still half-open snatch, I encouraged her to just let go, where she was, standing between my thighs.

"Ok, but we don't have much time, until the maid gets here," Nguyet giggled, as she was putting some strands of hair her behind her ears again.

I absolutely loved that she kept her hands where they were. Pressing her cute baby belly forward, she looked utterly endearing and ravishing, at the same time. And I finally noticed how much more womanly, in general, Nguyet had become over the last few weeks because of her pregnancy: the heavenly dividing line between the larger front muscles on her thighs and the smaller ones in the back had disappeared, but her petite body, with the small bulge in the middle, simply looked divine.

As she was dousing my chest with her lovely fresh urine, Nguyet promised to rinse her snatch in the shower: in case you want to lick me later. Her wonderful dark almond eyes were sparkling in anticipation, and I placed my hands on her little firm butt to pull her closer. But, right when I wanted to drink from her, she apologized again for her lewdness:

"You know, Mister Douglas, I'm pregnant. Sometimes, I don't know what to do. I get carried away. I often masturbate - Hiroshi is travelling a lot - but today, I wanted a real penis," she chortled, even swinging her hips to douse me properly, all the way from my face down to my cock and ball sack.