With Anna in Saigon

Douglas Van Wyck:With Anna in Saigon

Chapter Two - Things are escalating nicely

When I got up from the bed, Anna propped her slender torso onto her outstretched arm, longingly looked at my cock, and then, face. My fat, half-limp noodle was still dripping and glistening with her juices, but when I offered it to her once more, she eagerly took it into her gorgeous mouth. I thrusted languidly, until she let go of it and said, chuckling:

"I'll fix myself some ramen noodles quickly."

Hungry Anna then nodded toward the open kitchen - with a nonchalance that was darn sexy. Yes, on the counter were cookies and various colorful packs of instant noodles, in a small basket. Now, she got up to fill the kettle. Obviously, we would use the bathroom, in the meantime, and I noticed how various liquids were running down the insides of her marvelous light, slender thighs.

When Anna wanted to sit down on the toilet, however, I pulled her into the shower, telling her that she could pee onto my legs and feet. She seemed a bit perplex, at first, before she relented, giggling:

"Yeah, you too."

Strictly speaking, I could have laid down, so that she could sit on my chest and micturate upon me, but that seemed too much logistics and acrobatics, at that moment. Anna would need to pee again, over the next two days. And then, also, I didn't want to taste my own cum, while I would be licking her vaginal vestibule.

So, we just turned on the water and then peed, concurrently. Cheekily, Anna grabbed my cock to douse her belly and even boobs, for which she even bent her knees a bit. Her smile was absolutely endearing, while doing so, and I began to soap her skin with my hands. Even when I had finished, she absentmindedly kept playing with my noodle:

"I've never really seen a penis, in broad daylight," she eventually explained.

As that was such a bucolic, lovely scene, I didn't want to be nosey and ask her too many questions, but suggested she could wash my cock and ball sack now. I wanted to take my time fondling her small baby-feeding-bottle breasts, anyway, before I would travel down and reach around her to caress her tight butt crack.

"Are you hurting anywhere?" I still asked her at some point.

Anna just hugged me, shaking her head, as she was pressing her cheek against my hairy chest, which wasn't entirely convincing. The moment was too precious, however, to press harder for details or insist on the truth. So, I just tenderly caressed her slender, graceful body and her dazzling young face, before we rinsed and turned off the water.

"Hey, let's eat!" she proposed, after we had dried each other, back in the room, standing next to the double bed.

I had hoped that Anna would remain naked for the snack but then, her little enticing butt would stick to the vinyl seat. And so, I watched her putting her underwear back on, and then her skirt. At least, she did without her lovely folklore top. It was still a trifle weird to see that beige bra, as I associated that color with more mature women.

But Anna did look snazzy, of course. Sexy, ravishing.Devastatingly so. And her bra looked almost new; it wasn't like she had inherited it from her mother. Her movements fitted her gracious, delicate appearance: even such a simple task as pouring water over instant noodles in a bowl was an aesthetic pleasure. An event.Absolutely enchanting.

I still stepped directly behind her to kiss her hair and neck, before I placed my hands on her hips.And then, breasts. I watched how she was absentmindedly stirring the noodles - which we wouldshare, she had just said - but then reached under her skirt to remove her panties again, without saying a word.

Anna giggled, when I got on my knees behind her to fiddle the soft little piece off her slim ankles, after which she carefully poured some water out of the bowl, back into the sink, and then added the freeze-dried vegetables and the spicy oil from the two little sachets that had been in the larger pack, together with the noodles.

"Are we gonna eat here, or on the balcony?" she asked, next.

"Here?! I don't wanna put my clothes on," I replied, before I fetched a towel to put on my seat.

In the meantime, Anna had placed the bowl with the soup on the table and sat down, so that I bent forward to kiss the top of her head again. I lay my hands on her shoulders, and let them slide downward on her front - to mirror what she had done an hour earlier, to start our mating dance, outside, on the balcony.

After I had also sat down, directly next to her, I folded her skirt back to be able to look at her smallish pitch-black bush:

"I've never sat in a skirt, without panties," she giggled and blushed.

"I just find it fitting... and cute," I chuckled, marveling at this most beguiling combination of nature and culture here, right next to me.

Ruffling her soft pubic hair, I ended up with her clit between the upper digits of my index and middle fingers. Watching her eat, I twiddled her little lust pearl for a bit but then, she pushed the bowl sideways, so that I would eat a bit as well.

"I've only done it in the dark so far... kind of," Anna told me now.

Like a schoolmarm or an older sister, she nodded at the soup, so that I would eat my share. Well, instant noodles weren't really my thing but, yes, the baguette two hours earlier hadn't been much, either. And so, I grabbed her chopsticks, which she had already been holding in front of my face for more than thirty seconds.

"Where do you usually do it? At home?" I was genuinely curious, as I was chewing.

"No, there, I've only done it once or twice. More like at parties."

"Do the three of you sleep in one bedroom?" I asked her, next.

I would inquire about those parties later. Or tomorrow.

"Yes, we have a double and a single bed, just like here," she turned around, nodding toward the larger mattress, where we could still see the wet area that her own juices had created half an hour earlier.

Said scented spot was the size of a record, glistening nicelycontre jour, and I felt like getting up and sniffing it, like a police dog. But right at that moment, there was a faint knock on the door. As I was still naked, I scurried over to the bathroom door, as that was out the field of vision for any person outside.

And Anna spoke Vietnamese, on top of it. Well, that was probably just the cleaning lady, this time of the day.Or had the two receptionists changed their mind and wanted to eject Anna from paradise, after all? Together with the local police?Standing naked in the bathroom door, I tried to make out what the conversation was about, but couldn't.Of course, not.

"Who is it?" I asked Anna, eventually.

"The lady wants to clean the room," she said quickly, before she attended to her again.

"In an hour or an-hour-and-a-half?" I suggested: "When we're out, having lunch..."

"Hmh, she wants to be done by then."

"Forty-five minutes, then?" was my counterproposal.

I didn't want to rush out of the room now, after our tender, beguiling hour. The two ladies kept chatting for a bit, but it sounded completely amiable. After Anna had closed the door, she sat down at the small table again to finish her soup, for which I joined her, of course, to pick up our rousing conversation again:

"So, who sleeps together on the double bed: you and your sister?" I was naturally curious.

"No, she sleeps on the single, along the other wall. You know, she kinda big," Anna cackled: "At our parents' house, we share the bed, but here, in Saigon, I sleep with my best friend, Nhi. She's short but really cute. You should meet her," Anna giggled, after which she pushed the bowl in front of me again.

Like an older sister.Or schoolmarm. I placed my left hand on her thigh again, under her skirt, and wondered if I should ask Anna if she and Nhi took the opportunity, from time to time, for some tender love play in the morning. Or in the afternoon; before, during, or after a nap.

But again, I wanted to be discreet and unobtrusive; Anna would tell me the piquant, delicate details - if there were any - when she was ready. Since she knew that I probably wanted to smoke now, she grabbed her phone from her backpack to check her messages and then, she lay down on the single bed.

After I had put on my shorts, without underwear, and gotten a ciggy and my lighter, I stepped onto the balcony, where I noticed that it wasn't too hot but a bit windy, which felt nice. As I was smoking, I marveled at Anna's slender figure in her skirt and bra.

Anna was lolling nonchalantly, like a teenager; without panties, as if she expected another round of sex. Of course, I found it enticing that she hadn't bothered to put on her undies again. But then, the cleaning lady would be here in half-an-hour, at the latest.And I could use another hour to recuperate, anyway, I thought to myself.

When I stepped back inside, I nonetheless took off my shorts and sat down next to Anna, who put her phone on the nightstand, before she settled back in on her back. She was grinning impishly when I folded her skirt back onto her belly, so that I could marvel at her young pussy, which she didn't cover with her thigh. And then, she took off her bra again:

"My sister wants me to go for lunch with her today," Anna giggled: "But I told her I have plans already."

"Won't she get suspicious, again?"

"Nah, I sometimes go for lunch with my coworkers. Who she doesn't know. So, she can't call them to double-check," Anna grinned almost mischievously.

I lay down perpendicular to her upper body to be able to peck and suck her little perky titties and then drilled the tip of my tongue back into her navel. Anna's beguiling young torso was already heaving again, and she closed her eyes. She sighed when I gently placed my right hand between her legs, but then reminded me that the cleaning lady was approaching:

"Hey, don't you want to go and eat something proper? The soup wasn't much."

I had seen on the home screen of her phone that it was about quarter to eleven; we still had about three hours, until Anna would have to go to work.

"Do you wanna go back to that crab restaurant?" I asked her, while we were getting dressed.

I liked that her panties were still on the single bed, resting there in broad daylight, where I had thrown them earlier. Anna was combing her hair now; she hadn't reached for her undies yet, but I wasn't going to tell her to put them on. When I had opened the door to leave, she did jump back to the single bed, however, but only to stuff her soft little panties into her backpack:

"The cleaning lady doesn't need to see them," she laughed.

I grinned on account of her cheekiness to, apparently, go for lunch in a short skirt but no underwear, but Anna explained herself right away:

"I just wanna try that once," she whispered and - I believed - even winked.

Oh, well then. Anna could be sure that I wouldn't only condone but actively cherish her sauciness, and we both already knew what we would do it again after lunch, back up in my room on the ninth floor.

When we stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, we took our hands again and paraded past the older of the two receptionists, who was smiling and nodding at us, as I placed the key card on the counter.

Anna, my beloved former student, holding my hand, walking next to me in her feather-light gait, in a relatively short skirt, without panties.Could it get any better?This moment was too beautiful again to talk it to death, however, and so I just lit a ciggy on the way to the large roundabout, where the restaurants were.

Since we knew the crab place but Anna hadn't really eaten there yet, we went back in but sat down on the upper deck, which had an open front. There were no other guests, but we could see the street down there, and the whole roundabout area, with a war monument in the middle.

Perhaps because of the national mourning days, it was quiet; both up here and down there, on this Thursday morning just after eleven. Anna instantly suggested we order the same two items: crab soup and the fried rolls, as she had liked them both, but only nibbled on them the previous day.

"I don't think I'm strong enough to crack those shells," she also admitted, as we had been studying the menu, which made me confess that I wasn't very good at it.

Crabs were also relatively expensive but not exactly filling, I found. And our infatuation with each other was too strong, anyway, to fiddle with crustacean shells.

"So: how's it, without panties?" I semi-facetiously asked my young lover, although my wife had just inquired what and how I was doing.

Anna giggled and blushed but only said: "So far, so good."

I was looking at the roundabout, while Anna was sitting to my right, perpendicular to me, around the table corner, facing the street. Of course, I had already placed my right hand on the lower half of her left thigh, without pushing it further up, under her skirt.Although I probably could have.

I was rubbing her ultra-smooth skin with my thumb and pressing her tender young flesh, while we were talking and looking at each other. Right when I had pushed my hand one or two inches to the right, up on her heavenly left thigh, the waitress arrived with our drinks and the soup.

So, I stopped moving my hand, but the young server probably knew what I was doing under the table. What she certainly didn't suspect was that the gorgeous lady here, right next to me, wasn't wearing panties. Anna seemed to enjoy this whole secretive ruse and had a wonderfully zestful look on her face.

As soon as the waitress had left, I pushed my hand another four inches to the right and could now feel Anna's pubic hair in my pinky. She sighed, and I did discover a trace of wantonness in her face. The stupid thing was that now, I had to eat the soup with my left hand, but I wasn't going to take my hand off her young thigh, which I loved so dearly.

And the rolls were easy to eat, even with one's left hand. They had arrived in the meantime and looked a bit better than the plate we had gotten the previous day: larger and crispier. Of course, I couldn't be sure what my face looked like, but Anna's was full of bliss, gratefulness, and expectation.But what could we talk about now?

Her friend Nhi, who she had been sharing the bed with for years? Or those parties, where guests occasionally had sex together? Well, we didn't have to talk about that one topic, all the time.

As awesome as my three years in Micronesia had been, I didn't feel like telling her South Seas tales; partially, as I had started to play with her soft, ever so slightly crackling pubic hair under her skirt. Anna looked around to double-check if someone was watching, but there was only the waitress, forty feet away - who was looking at her phone.

Of course, I had sat down in the corner for a reason: so that people could only approach us from one direction, and there wouldn't be any surprises. Anna, who was facing the street, made a comment how few people were out and about, while I wondered if I couldn't caress her pussy proper - for which I would have had to twist my hand awkwardly, though.

Naturally, it was super-hot to be connected the way we were and so, I didn't contort my hand but just let the energy flow back and forth between us. I pulled, ruffled, plucked, and tousled her bush a bit more, which Anna clearly was relishing. She moved her lips, like she wanted to redistribute the lipstick she had applied earlier, but then asked me if we were going up to my room again, after the meal:

"You bet. We still have two hours or so."

I was a bit surprised that she hadn't brought up our first sex, an hour earlier, but maybe she was waiting for me to do so. There seemed to be something else on her mind, and then she suggested that she wouldgo in a bit earlier today, so that we would have more time tomorrow.

"But tonight, we'll see each other, after you're done at work?"

"Oh, yes, sure. When I'm sitting at my computer this afternoon - and then again tonight atZalo- I'll get horny. And you, too, in your course,huh?"

In the meantime, I had arranged her skirt in a way that I could actually see her little pitch-black bush under the table if I leaned backward a bit. Anna had opened her legs to show off, as if she had totally forgotten, where she was.

Now, I did twist my hand a bit to twiddle her little clit with two fingers, and my young, divinely beautiful lover sighed again. When I reached another inch down, I felt a fat drop of viscous nectar leaving her vestibule.Or was it cum?

"Douglas, this is sooo beautiful... let's go back to your room," she suggested, as soon as we were done with the food.

When she was watching me licking my fingers, I conceived an idea:

"Do you know that sashimi tastes good with fresh pussy nectar? Fruit, too... well, you may not like it as much, but I do..."

Anna chuckled: "Well, do you wanna try that tomorrow? I mean, we don't have any fruit right now."

"Sure," I only said, before I reached for the check, which the young waitress had brought in the meantime.

Anna actually wanted to pay or split the bill, at least, but I reminded her that she had paid for breakfast. As I was counting the bills, Anna reached for a napkin and then dabbed her dazzling, wet snatch under her skirt, the back of which was probably already wet.Which was the scene of the year.

When the waitress was gone again, Anna turned to check the surroundings but then lifted up her skirt to proudly present me her treasure. Mesmerized, I took a deep breath and then soaked in all the beguiling details: her brown outer labia, the darker inner pair, whose upper half was slightly crinkled, and her heaving bush - which reminded me of an old-school door lock: a trapezoid above an oval of roughly the same size

Yes, there it was: the perfect unity of nature and culture. A young female human mammal that could not have been more glorious. Ironically, this scene wasn't overly sexual; for me, it felt more like Anna was subconsciously making up for the loss of our museum visit and now showing me herself like a beautiful painting.

Yes, at that moment the pleasure was almost more aesthetic than sensual. But not only that: there was also an element of emancipation: Anna was taking another step away from the control of her sister and mother and laying claim to her individuality, pushing the boundaries of societal norms.

Dizzy and inebriated, we got up, instantly grabbing our hands, before we moseyed down the stairs. To not lose momentum, I asked her about her room- and bedmate now:

"Do you have sex with Nhi, sometimes?" I was genuinely curious.

"Hmh, yes and no. Not sex proper. We cuddle and snuggle together in bed, yes. And tenderly caress each other..."

"But only if your sister isn't in the room,huh?"

"Yeah, more like at noon, when we're taking a nap. But sometimes, also at night, when Nhung is asleep. She must have heard us, though. I think my sister knows... but she's never said anything; at least, not to me," Anna finally giggled.

Oh, this was heaven: sauntering along the street, holding hands with a vital, sanguine, willowy young woman, who was full of zest for life. Knowing that she wasn't wearing panties under her skirt.And that she was already wet. Funnily, she kept looking at my crotch as we were walking; probably to check if my cock was already pumping.

I still promised myself to reply to the message my wife had sent me earlier.If that would be possible. At the reception, we quickly grabbed the chip card for the door upstairs but, when we were finally alone in the elevator, there was no holding back: We hungrily smooched and kissed, while I had my hands under her skirt, squeezing her little pussy and rubbing her juices all over the whole area.