Horny girls

THE FRAGRANCE OF THE OLD IMPERIAL CITY 2

Eventually, of course, I lifted her back down, and we continued walking back towards the hotel. If this had been our first day together alone, we would have run back, but now, we both were much more relaxed, as we knew we would do it again tonight. But there was no rush. We would have dinner and wine first and then proceed slowly towards the inevitable.

We had to walk about three quarters of a mile to get back to our side of the river, as we wanted to be close to the hotel after dinner. We stopped on the bridge and kissed, and when we were back in the park, we bought ice-cream and sat down on one of the benches. It was just before five o'clock and slowly getting dark. We were looking at the river and I had my arm around her. I kissed her hair once in a while and kept soaking in her beauty.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked, since there were a lot of restaurants nearby. "Do you want to eat Vietnamese food or something else, like pizza?"

"I don't really care for pizza. I think we should have really good traditional Vietnamese food. Something special. I don't know if they have that here, though," she wondered.

"I'm pretty sure they do. Yes, they cater to Western tourists, but elaborate Vietnamese food is part of that, too," I said.

I felt my phone twitching in my pants and got it out. There was a bunch of messages; one was from one of my colleagues, asking if I cared for the handouts he had. That was a 'no, but thanks.' As I was typing, however, Tuyet messaged me, saying that she just saw us, but she wasn't sure it was me. I quickly told her about the conference and about Nguyet. I wasn't sure if I wanted the two of them to meet. Anyway, I would run this past Nguyet first.

"Hey, I just got a message from Tuyet, the girl I banged last summer and then again just now over Tet. The college student. She is going to medical school her in Hue."

"What did she say?"

"Nothing so far, only that she's seen us," I told her.

"Okay," was all Nguyet said.

I sent Tuyet a message, we got up from the bench and walked towards the restaurants. On the way, I told her more about Tuyet and asked if she was fine if we met the girl briefly.

"Well, you probably really wanna see her, don't you?"

"Yes, but the two of us are here together this weekend. I don't want to do anything that could ruin our evening," I stated.

"How could this ruin our evening?" Nguyet asked back, but more rhetorically. "Let's find a restaurant, then you text her. She could come there for a little while," she suggested.

We found a place that looked decent and went inside. The waitress brought us the menu and after we had decided, I texted Tuyet where we were, inviting her to join us after dinner.

"If you move to Saigon by yourself, where would you stay?" I asked Nguyet.

"With my cousin. She's about seven years older than me and has a spare room in her house. She also has two kids. They are really nice. Our company has a maternity leave plan and two offices there, so I could get a job again once the child is old enough to go to daycare."

"Raising the child in our town isn't an option?" I wasn't entirely sure I had asked that.

"Well, people would talk, and I don't think I wanna have a baby in my parents' house. They would remind me every day that I had done something wrong. People might also gossip about you being the father, even though the baby should look nothing like you."

I ordered some more wine, and we talked matters over again. About the time the waitress was taking the plates away, Tuyet arrived in the door and was looking for us. I waved her over and then introduced the two ladies.

"Do you want something to eat or drink?"

"Yeah, I'll have a Pepsi or a beer, maybe," Tuyet said.

"So, how have you been? Your studies are going well?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess. It's a lot of work, though. But I'm passing all my courses," she told us.

There seemed to be something she wanted to tell me but wasn't sure if she should say it in front of Nguyet. For a split-second, I thought she might be pregnant, too. But she probably would have told me right after she found out. She wouldn't wait to bump into me in Hue to tell me that kind of news. I ordered the beer and decided to wait until she was ready.

Nguyet took a sip of her tea and smiled. I was wondering what went through her mind. She'd probably tell me later. Tuyet still looked the same: fairly adult face, but super-slim figure, although her body was mostly hidden by her large sweater right now.

Anyway, Tuyet took a deep breath and divulged: "My boyfriend broke up with me."

'Ah,' I thought, 'that's it. That's what's bothering her.'

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I thought you got along fine. And you had a lot of fun together," I reminded her.

"Yeah, I know. But he met a woman who's closer to his age who he wants to marry."

"How old is he?" Nguyet asked immediately.

"26."

Nguyet knew how young Tuyet was but told her that if there was anyone who wanted to marry her, she should go for it, provided she liked him enough. I had never asked Tuyet about her feelings towards marriage, but she told Nguyet that she could imagine not marrying at all. They went back and forth amiably for a while, and I was witnessing the differences between two generations of Vietnamese women firsthand. One, Nguyet, could not imagine a life without a child and a husband—who she would find eventually—while Tuyet, the younger one, only saw a 50/50 chance of that happening, so she was preparing herself for a life of a single, childless woman, just as many women do in Western countries.

But the two of them seemed to get along just fine, as Nguyet had predicted; their discussion seemed cordial. It was still early in the evening, and none of us had other plans. We ordered some more drinks and dessert for the three of us, and eventually the conversation became more light-hearted. As the two were speaking in Vietnamese, I tuned out and started wondering about the night.

I had been looking forward to undressing Nguyet and then, maybe, a nice snuggle-f**k. Or do her in all her beautiful outfit, stockings and all. Now that Tuyet was here, we all could even spend the night together, but was I going to propose that? What, if Nguyet suggested it? I would agree in a heartbeat. Perhaps it would be the best compromise, though, to tell Tuyet to come to our room tomorrow morning.

After another while of debate, banter, and laughter, Nguyet said she wanted to go back to the hotel. Tuyet had some college party anyway, so I settled the bill and we talked about the next day. Tuyet suggested she could show us a nice coffee shop and then we would go to the famous temple on the west side of Hue. We told her the name of our hotel and agreed that she would come around in the morning, and then we departed.

Nguyet and I put our arms around each other's waist and walked the last quarter of a mile back to the hotel. She looked pretty sleepy and when we got back to my room, she took off her blazer and sat down on the bed.

"Do you wanna go right to sleep?" I asked.

"Well, we'll go to bed. We don't have to sleep right away. What time did Tuyet say she'd be here?" she added.

"We didn't agree on a specific time. She'll text me or we'll tell her when we're ready," I suggested. "Do you like her?"

"Yeah, she's smart," she said. "And she's cute too."

Nguyet opened the top two buttons of her blouse, and I sat down next to her. Seeing her white chest above her bra turned me on, and I knew I wanted to see everything again, now that she was wearing her snazzy outfit. She lifted herself up from the bed by about two inches and pulled her skirt back from under her butt. We kissed profusely, and my d**k was pumping itself up.

I reached for her breasts and slowly opened all the buttons of her blouse. I reached inside her bra and caressed her n*****s. My left hand was then traveling her thighs; her legs opened, and I went in between. I fondled the uppermost part of her thighs, those parts that weren't covered by the stockings and caressed her p***y ever so slightly, which was protruding, slightly swollen from desire.

"Do you want to take me from behind with my clothes on?" She grinned mischievously.

"You read my mind, huh? I love the sight and the smell of your ass," I stammered. "And tonight, is so special with your stockings."

She took off her panties and got on the bed on her knees. I lifted up her skirt and placed it on her back. I don't know what it was about her hairy ass crack that I loved so much. It retained a lot of the odor that her body produced, maybe that was it. There was a slight whiff of that aroma just then. I took off my clothes and went to work. I put a pillow on the floor and got on my knees to admire her butt, smell and lick it. Once in a while, I paused to admire the view.

I pried her buttcheeks open with both hands and went inside with my nose. The aroma was tantalizing after walking around the whole afternoon. Her p***y was discharging dew, so it was time to get in. Nguyet went in the middle of the bed and let her ass protrude high up in the air. She was aroused, as I could see and hear, and ready and waiting to be mounted. She actually started moving her butt before my d**k was even in her. I aimed for her wet almond between her cheeks and my glans opened her lips. My c**k went in effortlessly, making a sucking noise. I also heard a small p***y fart, I thought.

We were swaying as we were f*****g, since the bed was a little too soft for that position. After a while, I reached for a pillow and put it under her belly. She lowered herself onto the bed, and I kept f*****g her from behind. I placed my legs outside hers to have my d**k engulfed tightly. Her p***y was massaging my d**k, but as I was only looking at the blouse, skirt, and the back of her head now, I asked if we should change positions.

"What do you wanna do?"

"Well, you always like missionary style. No?"

I got out and she took off her blouse and skirt. She left her stockings on, which was just what I wanted. Now, I could see her beautiful face and perfect bush again, but just before I mounted her, she said she wanted to ride me, just like the very first time.

I lied down on my back and she mounted me, instead. I placed my hands on her butt and off we went. She moved her little ass in circles once in a while, but we didn't ride very far before we both started moaning, yelling, and shrieking. We were panting hard, and it was only a matter of minutes before we would come. She thrusted with her eyes closed, completely oblivious of her surroundings. Her p***y was discharging nectar at an alarming rate and when she came, she squirted. Quite a bit.

I held her thighs and pressed her onto my d**k for the last few strokes before I came. I was ejaculating in her soaking wet p***y, when she collapsed onto me. Our breathing became more normal again and she started laughing.

"Hey, I've never had that happen to me. It feels sooo good," she said with a grin.

I hugged her, but then we realized the mess we had made. We ignored it for another five minutes, but then we had to do something about it.

"We'll go to your room?" I asked.

"It's smaller than this but, yeah, that's maybe better," she agreed.

"Or we put a towel here on this bed?"

"Naw, let's go downstairs to the other room."

Both of us just wanted to lie here and cuddle, but Nguyet had discharged only God knows how many ounces of sweet salty liquid, which wouldn't dry the next hour. So, we took some of our belongings for the night and moseyed down to her room. We opened the window and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Nguyet seemed ready to sleep; I joined her under the covers, and we chatted a little before she dozed off. How glad I was that we had two rooms at our disposal.

The night passed uneventful, but in the morning, I got a message from Tuyet, saying that she was down in the lobby. I had to check the time: 5:52. 'Jesus, she must be seriously horny,' I thought to myself. Nguyet was still sleeping. I wasn't sure how the hotel staff would react, so I told Tuyet to ask nicely if she could come up and see me. She texted me back that the young dude was sleeping on the floor behind the reception desk and that she wasn't gonna wake him up just for that. Fine. I told her our room number and went to pee. When I got back from the bathroom, I heard a faint knock on the door and let her in.

What a situation: The center of the universe was pregnant and still sleeping, and another beautiful young woman—the other center of the universe, so to speak—was also standing right here in our room. I realized that I was naked, but it would have felt weird to put on clothes for those two minutes. Tuyet and I kissed quietly and, since there was nothing else to do, I invited her to lie down with us. She took off her clothes but kept her panties on.

"Are you on your period?" I asked.

"No," she whispered, "but I can't get naked with Nguyet here in the bed who I barely know. At least not now. I'll take them off in a bit."

"Is it safe to f**k today? When is your period, again? The end of the month, huh?" I whispered back, since we had hit the topic.

"Yeah, I'll get it Tuesday or Wednesday next week. Today is good," she told me quietly.

First, I was in the middle, but then I could only see one of the ladies at the time, and they couldn't see each other as I was as big as a walrus compared to them. As I would have found it rude to turn my back at either of them, I asked Tuyet to lie in the middle so that I could see them both. When Nguyet woke up, she kept her eyes closed and reached for me but touched and fondled Tuyet, with was charming and cute to watch. Tuyet liked it, too. Her bush was heaving in her panties, and I couldn't wait to see it.

When Nguyet opened her eyes, she was surprised, needless to say, but she immediately accepted the fact that there was another woman between us. I mean, right now, physically. I asked Nguyet if she wanted to be in the middle, but she only said: "Maybe later." She smacked her lips, yawned, and seemed to want to go back to sleep. As Tuyet and I were hungry, we went for breakfast and let Nguyet sleep for another while.

When we came up again, Nguyet was still in bed, looking at her phone. I knew that Tuyet wanted some d**k, but I had invited Nguyet to come to Hue this weekend. I still wasn't sure how to get out of this predicament. I took my clothes off and got back into bed; Tuyet did the same, but this time she took her panties off.

Nguyet smiled at the sight of her and complimented her in Vietnamese how slim and graceful she was. Or maybe she said something about Tuyet not wearing panties.

"Ben, if the two of you want to f**k, go ahead. I'll just watch," Nguyet said.

She seemed to mean it.

"We could go up to the other room and do it there, Tuyet and I," I suggested.

"Don't be silly. You f**k, and I will get in on the action. I think Tuyet is more beautiful than Trinh, Quynh, or Thuy, isn't she?"

Tuyet asked who those ladies were.

"Well, Thuy's the one we've a had a threesome with, twice. I've told you about that, remember? And with the other two we did a foursome once."

After a few seconds, Tuyet first shook her head but then laughed wholeheartedly. Nguyet joined in and I watched the two of them bond. Tuyet and I could have told Nguyet what we did with Ngoc the previous month, but Nguyet now started caressing her new friend. When she reached Tuyet's bush, they were talking in Vietnamese again: as far as I could tell about Nguyet's pregnancy. Of course, Tuyet first thought that the child was mine but Nguyet corrected her immediately, which was followed by relieved laughter.

The two women had, apparently, hit it off. Nguyet seemed intrigued by Tuyet's body and couldn't get enough of her. I threw in that I wanted Nguyet to portray Tuyet, to which they both agreed immediately. Now, Nguyet told Tuyet sit on her face. The girl did as requested and leaned forward, right into the bush of her pregnant friend.

I didn't do anything but watch the two. Nguyet was exploring Tuyet's p***y, while the younger one kissed Nguyet's legs briefly but then lifted her upper body up to enjoy more what Nguyet was doing to her. I sat up and propped my upper body on one hand. With the other, I diddled Nguyet's c**t and then reached inside her p***y.

After a while, Nguyet suggested Tuyet lie down and be caressed by the two of us. When she had positioned herself, Nguyet and I were looking at her like surgeons before we began to explore her body. Tuyet's n*****s were getting hard and she was already writhing. She had her eyes closed and her whole body seemed to be saying 'Take me! Come inside me!'

The bed was big enough for more acrobatics but why fix what ain't broken. Nguyet nodded as I was mounting her, but instead of lying down on top of Tuyet, I sat on my heels and pulled her closer, onto my d**k, operating her body more with my arms than with my c**k. I kept pulling her back towards me every time my pelvis had thrusted her away. Nguyet came closer to where I was sitting, c****d her head and admired the beauty of this slender young woman. Tuyet was wincing, panting, and squealing quietly. Her p***y was massaging my d**k, which had completely disappeared inside her.

Nguyet decided to sit on Tuyet's face to make the triangle complete. Nguyet and I kissed over Tuyet, whose noises were now more subdued, of course. Looking down, I was worried if she was getting enough oxygen. But, then, as a tradeoff, she got to smell and lick one or the world's most tantalizing p*****s and asses. Nguyet's titties were bouncing right in front of me, so I reached for them, thrusting Tuyet now mainly with my pelvis. Nguyet being pregnant had added another few ounces to her breasts.

I asked Nguyet if it was ok for me to just load Tuyet this morning. After all, Nguyet and I had done it three times already this weekend, and we would do it again a few times over the next four months, until her pregnancy was too far advanced. Nguyet smiled, nodded and told me to go ahead. She stepped off Tuyet's face to allow her to breathe, and soon after I shot a respectable number of splashes of c*m inside Tuyet. I roared while watching Tuyet receive the magic liquid that she had been craving for so long.

I collapsed between Tuyet and the wall, on the other side, where Nguyet had slept earlier. Finally, Tuyet opened her eyes and requested some water. Nguyet got up and went to the fridge. We all rested for several minutes and no one could say anything. I listened to Tuyet's panting and when things were fairly normal again, I realized that Nguyet was fingering her wet pubic hair. She truly seemed to like her. I sat up and motioned Nguyet to look at Tuyet's creampie. It was massive; the c*m was oozing out in bubbles.

Eventually, we all got up and took a quick shower together. Nguyet went downstairs to get a bite to eat, while Tuyet and I got dressed and talked a little.

I told her that we had another room upstairs, from where we had to collect a few things before we checked out. It was only nine o'clock now, as Tuyet had showed up so early.

"Do you still want to go for coffee and then maybe lunch? It's a beautiful day out," I added.

"Yeah, sure. I only need to write short paper later, but when's your flight?" she asked.

"At quarter to five, so we'll get a taxi around 2:30. We still have plenty of time."

Nguyet got back and we gathered our things from upstairs. The bed looked pretty bad; I was glad that we had been able to sleep in the other room. We all went downstairs to checkout together. Over coffee, we shared some of our stories, talked more about getting married or not, pregnancy, babies, and all the other beautiful things that life has to offer.