Horny girls

Chapter 10 -- Epilogue

I still felt deflated a few days later. I asked Nguyet if there was any news regarding the handsome dude at her office, but I didn't get a reply. At work, I had seen Quynh and Trinh from the distance, but nothing else had developed. Nguyet told me that her mother was pushier again about her getting married. Apparently, she had also asked Nguyet for how long she thought our affair was going to continue. In other words, she didn't approve of the daughter's affair any more, at least not fully, and it seemed time to end the visits to their house.

All in all, I thought we might need to take a break, as Nguyet was keen on going out with her coworker, while her mother might rescind her hospitality any day. It was the end of May now and hot. Nguyet said that she still wanted to go to a hotel the following week. Two days ago, at work, Quynh had paid a surprise visit to my classroom during an off-period, and we had made out. She had opened her bra and as I was fondling her t**s, we got horny. We ended up sitting with our pants down behind my desk. I finger-f****d her, while she was giving me a handjob. I came on my black dress pants, which wasn't ideal. But it was a hot little session. She said that we should go to a hotel the next time.

Nguyet and I were meeting at the fancy café with the pond and the flowers again, where we had been the morning she was wearing the pink dress. After all, they had seen us there and it was romantic and beautiful. She was a little late, but she was worth the wait. Once she had unwrapped her nondescript blanket that she always wore on sunny days, she revealed a stunning dark green tailored dress, which ended six inches above her knees. The dress had some golden applications on one shoulder, and it was complemented by gorgeous white stockings or pantyhose.

"You look glorious again," I said. "Absolutely ravishing."

"Thanks," Nguyet said as she sat down. "Something funny happened this morning," she said, giggling. "You'll like it." She was bursting to tell her story, and her upper lip snapped up her gums and stayed there.

"Hold on!" I said with my palm extended towards her, lit a cigarette, and ordered some coffee before she would continue.

"Now, listen to this: After I was done putting on my stockings in my room, I was holding my dress up, looking in the mirror. I wasn't wearing any panties. I had clipped my bush a little, and now I was admiring it and my butt cheeks between the white stockings and the green fabric. It had never felt so good to be a woman. I was humming and singing a little, when my mother knocked and opened the door at the same moment."

"Wow. I find it odd that she knocked but then did not wait. Anyway, you admiring yourself in the mirror is a beautiful scene. I wish I had been there. We need to go to a hotel today that has a mirror. What did your mom say, though? Did she compliment you?"

"Hah. No, she blushed, I dropped my dress, and she asked me to get something from the store on my way back. That was the reason why she had come up. She wanted to tell me before she went to play cards."

"Now, the funny part is that she saw your bush and butt?" There was something about that, but I thought there must have been something else.

"Hang on. In my mind, I was done dressing, and we walked downstairs together when she realized I still wasn't wearing underwear, leaving the house."

"Now, that's hot. Let me guess, she made you go up again to put some on?"

"I told her I wasn't gonna wear any panties, and she got furious. We got into an argument. She pulled me back into the kitchen so that people couldn't hear us and then said I had totally changed, that I was now overdoing it. Me, leaving the house with no panties, my mother of course knew I was going to f**k at a hotel," Nguyet said in a slightly trembling voice.

"Oh, well. You could move out and get your own apartment. You could f**k there without bothering anyone. You have a good job and you're almost 30," I reminded her. As I didn't want to discuss the drama further, though, I tried to change the subject: "As gorgeous as they look, aren't stockings a little too hot for today?"

"Well, they protect my legs from the sun, you see?" I knew how worried Vietnamese women were about keeping their skin white. "And I can pretty much only wear them when I'm with you," Nguyet told me. "I bought them to wear when I see you."

She was sitting across from me with her legs together. She looked very composed. I could see her stockings almost all the way up. Gorgeous. Stellar.

"You don't dress up for other occasions?" I asked?

"Yeah, but I would wear tights then. Stockings are lingerie. They are too sexy for all the other occasions," Nguyet insisted. "You only wear them when you anticipate getting laid."

"Well, if you say so. Speaking of getting laid: How's your office romance coming along?" I was curious. "Perhaps you should wear stockings to work," I suggested.

"Oh, I don't know. We talk once in a while, but I think he's completely shy. There isn't really much news. He hasn't asked me out yet," Nguyet said in a melancholic tone.

I was feeling melancholic too, as our affair seemed to have reached a turning point. We knew it wasn't gonna last forever, but we couldn't just end it. Could we? I wasn't sure how we would continue, though. Nguyet was definitely more adventurous now, but she probably wouldn't want us to go to a hotel every month. And I wasn't not sure if I should show my face again at their house. We would have to see how much we were longing for each other in maybe two or three months, after the summer.

As Nguyet repositioned herself on the little white metal bench, it was dark between her legs. I had assumed that she must be wearing white panties with her white stockings, but when she opened her legs a little a second ago, there were no panties, unless they were black. I decided to keep an eye on it; asking directly would only spoil it. I ordered another coffee, as I wanted to find out.

Lighting another cigarette, I asked: "Do you think we should take a break over the summer to let things cool off? Your mom seems upset right now and you might feel better at work when the dude asks you out."

"Yeah, maybe that would be better. We could still chat online a little bit here and there. Perhaps I will take initiative and make the first move with the guy. And, yeah, it would be weird if I was having dinner with him knowing we'll f**k the next day. I'm also back on my regular work schedule, with no day off during the week," she summarized how she saw the whole issue.

"Now, did you go upstairs again to put on panties?" I wanted to get back to that issue since it was hot.

"Of course, I did. I was afraid she would tell my dad everything that has been going on."

"Did your mom ask you to lift up your skirt on your way out? -- I would have."

"Yes, she did."

"This is making me hot," was all I could say.

Nguyet got out of her shoes and put one leg up on the bench. Both hands were now resting on her knee, on which she then put her chin. She was looking a little pensive. Her dress had snapped back a little in her lap; I could see her flesh, but as her foot was touching her other thigh, I still wasn't sure about her underwear. Wasn't there a little hair peeking out from under her dress, between her legs? Or was that just a figment of my imagination?

As the waitress appeared from behind her, Nguyet got startled slightly and moved. When she turned her head, her shoulder pulled her dress up on one side, maybe half an inch and I could have sworn I saw her p***y for a moment. I was sure now that the whole thing was an act, but I liked it. Knowing how stubborn she could be, I assumed she had gone somewhere before the coffee shop to take her panties off again.

As I was smoking, holding my cigarette between my middle and index fingers, I pointed at her crotch, saying: "Now, what are you thinking about?"

"How I could get the guy at work to go out with me."

"That's easy. You just ask," I said. "Make up your mind about lunch or dinner and just ask him. If he likes you, he'll go. If he says 'no', you know. I've waited way too long sometimes when I had a crush on someone."

"But if he says 'no' and we stop seeing each other, I'll be lonely all summer with my mother being mad at me." She was painting a rather dark picture here.

"You could start m**********g seriously. And there are other men but, I understand, it's not that easy. But you know you could call me, and we would find a way to amuse ourselves."

She was now sitting cross-legged. During the process of rearranging herself, I had again the impression that she's naked under her dress, but I wasn't able to confirm it yet. Her dress covered her p***y area, but I was sure she hadn't wanted to leave off the panties for nothing. Eventually, she would want to show me her beautiful legs and what is in between. In public. Here and now. Until then, I would have to come up with topics.

"How's Thuy?" I wanted to know now.

"Oh, she seems pretty happy with her boyfriend."

"Have they had s*x yet?"

Nguyet hesitated. I looked away to give her the chance to do something to her dress when I wasn't looking.

"I don't think so. A while back, she said she wanted to wait until they get married."

"Does she still talk about s*x at work or ask about us?"

"No, we don't talk much at work. She might be embarrassed," Nguyet surmised.

Nguyet was now putting her feet carefully next to each other right in front of her p***y. And, again, for a split-second, I believed she was naked underneath her dress. She put both arms across her knees and rested her chin on them.

"What hotel shall we go to?" she asked all of a sudden and moved her feet four inches apart. She was looking straight at me and grinned.

"Across the street?" I motioned.

She moved her feet another inch apart and let some light in. There it was again: the center of the universe. Her p***y was looking at me from the depth of her dress. It was framed by her beautiful white skin and her stockings of the same color. The beautiful thing about Nguyet showing off her p***y that was that there was nothing slutty about it. She still was the smart woman who had her act together. As she was sitting there, she radiated joy and sensuality. I enjoyed seeing her cultural and natural beauty combined. I got up and moved the small table that was between us and moved closer. She was still grinning with her chin on her forearms on her knees.

"Where did you take your panties off again?"

"At the mall. In the bathroom," she laughed. "I knew you would like it, and it makes me feel so good. And you are the only one I get this feeling from, Ben."

"I thought you just stopped in the street on your way here and pulled them off," I chuckled. "Your poor mother."

"Let's go and f**k," she said.

"You don't wanna do it right here at the café?" I asked facetiously.

She took her legs down from the bench and arranged her dress. "Don't be fatuous."

"Now, where are we going to go? Across the street?"

"Either that, or we go to the small yellow hotel you always pass on your way to work."

"Okay. Deal. We've been over there already."

We paid and hit the road.

At the hotel, they looked a little incredulous but gave us a key. I guessed not many people choose the place for a two-hour romp. As she was walking next to me, her butt looked gorgeous in her dress and I caressed and squeezed it already on the way up. We got a room facing the street. We went over to the window and watched the motorcycles and people down there for a minute.

"Do we have a mirror?" I asked, looking around. I couldn't see one, but then Nguyet went over to the wardrobe and opened it. Sure enough there was one, on the inside of the door. She pulled up her dress and turned in front of it. There wasn't much room because of the bed and the light was blocked by the wardrobe door, but we were both admiring her wonderful body and choice of garment. For some reason, her leg muscles were more pronounced when she was wearing stockings, and among the many beautiful moments of the last nine months, this was in the top five.

I sat down near her on the bed and touched her butt. One of her cheeks fit nicely in one hand. I pried her cheeks open to check briefly how wet her p***y was. I felt an erection coming and she didn't want to hold back either. Before she would take off her dress, I asked her to pause so that I could admire her bush framed by her stockings and her dress one more time. I took it for granted that she would leave her stockings on for the f**k.

She turned around and asked me to open the zipper of her dress in the back. She wasn't wearing a bra either. She pushed her dress below her breasts. Her n*****s were erect and perfectly positioned for me to take them in my mouth. I took my pants off, while I was sucking her n*****s. When she saw my stiff d**k, she reached for it and began stroking. She got out of her dress and I lied down on the bed.

As the bed had a railing at the top end, she sat on my face and held onto that bar with one hand. With the other hand, she reached back and continued stroking my d**k. As this was slightly uncomfortable, I told her to lie down next to me. I nudged her to press her butt against my pelvis and within seconds, I was in her from behind. She must have been wet for an hour or so, as my d**k disappeared rather effortlessly. I reached around to keep playing with her breasts and she let her ass protrude more so that I could f**k her better.

We disentangled again after a while of thrusting and, this time, she turned around and took my d**k in her mouth. After a minute of no action on her p***y, she took my head between her legs and we fell onto our sides again. My ear rested on her stockings as I was eating her. Needless to say, the whole situation, including the succulent aroma of her p***y, was utterly enjoyable and close to overwhelming. We were both panting, completely oblivious of all around us. As I felt I would be coming soon, I motioned her to lie down in the middle of the bed so I could mount her.

Once I was back inside her, I thrusted relatively slowly, as I wanted to look past my belly, down towards her stockings. Her legs were spread as wide as possible, and now she was squealing. I lowered myself to hold her head in my hands and when I was coming, I pressed her face against my chest. When I came, my d**k was completely inside her and my balls were resting on her butthole. It felt more like a continuous stream of c*m than a succession of small splashes. We turned to the side together with my d**k still inside her.

We kissed and recovered from the frenzy. Her stockings felt nice on my skin. She opened her eyes and smiled.

"I don't know how we can stop," she said.

"Maybe when you find another man who does this to you," was the only answer I could think of that wasn't silly.

I kept caressing her when she fell back onto her back and admired her stocking-clad legs and her whole body once more. I presented my d**k to her mouth and she licked the little bit of c*m that was still on it off. She was licking her lips now, and I knew we would do it again today. When I took off her stockings slowly and smelled them, I saw c*m oozing from her p***y and dripping onto the bed. I put one stocking under her p***y to catch it and lied down next to her.

"Aahh, that was great," I commented.

"f*****g once a month feels good," she said. "I wouldn't know what to do without you."

"You survived half of your life without having s*x. Me too, by the way. And, sometimes, m**********n is pretty good. It's more than a substitute," I told her so she wouldn't get dispirited. "Let's take a nice long shower," I suggested.

She got up and we dried the bed a little first, just in case we needed it again. We stepped into the shower together and rubbed the tiny bar of soap in turns. She washed me, while I did the same to her. It felt more like a sensual massage. The water was warm, and we weren't going to stop any time soon. We kissed and turned under the water. My hand slid between her legs and I was fondling her p***y lips. She looked up to as if she wanted to say, 'Don't stop'. She was playing with my d**k, which got half stiff pretty quickly. We kissed and I rediscovered her breasts. Yes, they were small but I had grown increasingly fond of them.

As I was twiddling her butt cheeks a little, we agreed that my d**k had grown sufficiently enough to put it back inside her. She turned around in the shower and presented her ass like a gift. As I was considerably taller, she got up on the balls of her feet. I looked around to see if there wasn't a better spot, since we couldn't do it like that for long. We went over to the bathroom window, where there was step that separated the small area below the window from the rest of the room. She got on that little 'stage' with her butt protruding.

Her butt was, as I have said before, rather small, as was her complete frame. I caressed her back and butt cheeks before I pushed inside her slowly. At our first visit to a hotel, we had already done it in this position, but only for five minutes and I hadn't come. Today would be different. She was still wet inside and while my d**k wasn't throbbing, my glans rode through her sheath rather nicely. I watched her head and her back, while I looked down once in a while to see my d**k disappearing inside her. It was quiet; Nguyet wasn't panting hard. All we could hear was the little squeaking noise that sounded like rubbing one's hands with hand-sanitizer.

I was holding onto her breasts from behind, twiddling her n*****s between my fingers. Once in a while, we needed to readjust ourselves but, basically, we were still in the same position as we had been ten or fifteen minutes ago. Nguyet turned around to look at the whole arrangement and was panting harder now. Her teeth were clenched. She was gasping and shrieking, and I remembered that she hadn't had an orgasm yet. I pounded her harder as that seemed what she wanted. She extended one hand backwards and I took it. The last few thrusts. I moved much faster, like I wanted her to hit the wall. I put my hands on her hips and when I reached to the front a minute later, I roared and shot another load inside her. Her p***y was contracting, massaging the last bit of c*m from my c**k.

"Phew, nice," was all I could say.

She nodded. Apparently, she didn't wanna take another shower or clean up. We went back over to the room where our clothes were. Neither of us said anything as we were putting on our clothes. I watched Nguyet getting some plain white panties from her purse, and she put her stockings away. As we had paid already, we just agreed on the way down to stay in touch casually for now and see how we would feel in two or three months. As we were getting onto our motorcycles outside, I hollered, "Aren't you glad that your mother made you wear some underwear?"