Horny girls

ALONE, FINALLY 2

"I wanna take your d**k in my mouth when it's small," Tuyet said.

"Sure, that would be nice. Next time. It's funny that Nguyet just said the same thing two months ago. And she did."

I kissed her hair and continued the story:

"My right arm was just dangling as the bed was so small, but when I lifted it to touch Hang, I landed immediately on her naked butt and then between her cheeks. She seemed moist already. I hadn't noticed that she had had pulled her pants and panties down to her knees. Honestly."

"But she was still blowing you?"

"Yeah, yeah. She was standing next to the massage table, bent over my cock."

"And then?"

"She smiled when I touched her. I lifted my head, while she took my d**k back into her mouth. I looked at her closely and realized that she was endearingly beautiful. I continued to caress her butt as well as the crack in between and reached under her shirt in the back to snap her bra open. I felt proud that I still was able to do that. I just couldn't get between her legs in the front, the way we were arranged and the manner she was blowing me."

Tuyet was still caressing my d**k gingerly with her eyes closed. She seemed to just want to listen and daydream. I thought of Hang again and continued the story.

"I liked that she wasn't just blowing me like a chore but enticed me with her naked body and invited me to touch her. Hang had probably seen me downstairs when the other girl was cleaning my ears, but I hadn't noticed her. She may have then decided to give me a blowjob after the massage to make some extra dough."

My d**k was sufficiently stiff now, but Tuyet and I were just snuggling. She had stopped stroking my d**k, which was fine, as the story wasn't finished yet.

"Do you want me to go on?" I asked her.

"Definitely," she murmured.

As Hang was friendly and seemed to like me—I was certainly the first foreigner who had ever made his way up here at the little hair salon in this side street—I conceived an idea. Getting blown is already pretty good, but given the choice, I'd always f**k properly. As she was naked from the waist down already, I gesticulated what I had in mind. She smiled, nodded, took her pants off eagerly and went rummaging through the things in the strainer again, probably to find a condom. I watched her butt cheeks wobble and got really horny.

"When she was standing next to me again, my d**k was sufficiently stiff and I reached under her T-shirt in the front to fondle her small breasts. Just as she was about to open the condom wrapper, though, I had another, even better idea; We'd do it without."

"You're crazy!" Tuyet interjected.

"Hold on," I hushed her.

"After she understood what I wanted, Hang thought for quite a while. I also double-checked what I had just proposed. She didn't seem to do drugs, and even though I knew she wasn't a virgin and gave blowjobs for a living, it still seemed relatively safe. I didn't think she would f**k random guys without a condom on a weekly basis. Anyway, she agreed but wanted to lie down on her back. She didn't want to ride me, for some reason, which would have been better, considering the size of the table. I got up to make room.

"As far as I remember, I went down on her first, though, licking and sucking her p***y. Hang had her eyes closed and seemed to enjoy what I was doing. I even thought that perhaps no one had ever done that to her. She didn't get thoroughly wet during those few minutes but was now sufficiently moist to be mounted. I lied down between her legs and pushed my d**k in gently. My elbows barely fit next to her head.

"She had her eyes still closed as I was riding her. We both were enjoying our love play, as basic and simple as it was. But it was my first time here in our provincial town, and it had happened totally unexpectedly. No way I thought walking to the salon on that Friday afternoon—the 13th—that I'd f**k a beautiful young woman without a condom that day.

Hang's face looked like the thousands of female Buddha statues that are outside every temple. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that all those statues had been modeled after her.

"Her p***y was tight, my d**k nicely stiff, and outside the Friday afternoon traffic was rolling. Hang didn't seem to want to change positions, so I just kept pumping gently in the missionary position. After ten minutes or so, I roared and came profusely inside her as I was admiring her gentle Buddha face. As simple as the whole act seemed, I was exceedingly happy about everything and said 'cam on' with my d**k still inside her. 'Thank you' was pretty much the only thing I knew how to say in Vietnamese back then."

Tuyet opened her eyes and looked up to me.

"That you thanked her was a nice gesture, I guess. Lovely story, apart from no using a condom. I don't get sometimes how you do things ... did you pay her?"

"Of course. We hadn't talked about it before, as is customary, but I knew she hadn't come up because she loved me."

"How much, if I may ask? I don't have a clue about those things, you know ..."

"400,000. That was all I had on me. She flashed the biggest smile ever."

"Well, you can live four or five days off that here in our town, if not a whole week."

"The funny thing was that I still needed to pay the shop owner for the massage and also tip the girl."

"What did you do?"

"As you know, I had walked there, so Hang drove me on her motorcycle to the Agribank, you know, where the five streets intersect, close to your house. When we got there, the dude from the bank was refilling the money, so we had to wait. Hang was waiting across the street but we smiled at each other for the whole time. I'll never forget how I caressed her breasts from behind on the way back."

"And then you went back to the salon the next week?"

"Of course, and then the week after that and so on. It lasted maybe four months. At some point, she started coming to my hotel. I don't know if I've mentioned that I used to live in a hotel for about 18 months, before I got married ..."

"No, but, anyway, beautiful story. But, come on, let's f**k a little!"

The story and our conversation about bushes, lips, and pregnant bellies had made us horny. Our juices had started to flow. Now, Tuyet began sucking my d**k artfully and passionately. When my d**k was sufficiently stiff, she immediately put herself over it and began to ride me. Her gaze didn't seem to be fixed on anything in particular; she was focusing on her movements, while I was holding on to her hips. When she looked at me a little later, I pressed her hips into gyrating, which she liked instantly and kept it going at it. I always loved it when no words were necessary during s*x. Sometimes, during my many years here in Southeast Asia and in the South Seas, there had just not been another way. Tuyet's p***y was massaging my d**k, and had I been younger, I would have come right then.

Now she started twiddling my n*****s. I put one finger in my mouth to indicate that she'd do the same. She understood and let me lick her fingers. When she reached for my n*****s again with her wet fingers, the circuit was complete and the lights went on. Energy started flowing through the two of us continuously. She rode and gyrated me like a South Seas island girl before she collapsed onto me. For now.

She dismounted and lied down next to me.

"OK. It's your turn," she said, panting. "Now, f**k me like you f****d Hang that day!"

The way she was positioned now reminded me of Hang anyway. I rolled on top of her and pushed my glans between her wet lips. As I wanted my legs to be outside, though, I pushed my d**k in further and moved my legs outside of hers and pressed the whole arrangement together with my knees. I wrapped my arms around her back and lifted her up. She was lying on my lower arms as we were f*****g. Her face was buried in my chest hair, and we melted together for the last few minutes.

We both were wheezing and moaning, until we were about to come. I held my breath and looked down and she opened her eyes, gasping. She nodded to encourage me to keep going. I kissed her hair but instantly exploded inside her, without thrusting again. She, on the other hand, clenched her teeth and let out a primordial, atavistic scream, which we didn't know she had the potential to.

Gently, I put my shaking friend down on the bed and rolled off next to her. Our senses were coming back slowly, but we were too exhausted to pick up our conversation again or to even start a new one. So, we just took a quick shower and put our clothes back on. We kissed again, before we left the room.

"Let me know as soon as you know when we could meet Nguyet," she requested.

"Sure, will do. Tuyet, I'm so relieved and happy that that whole ordeal with your mother is over and that we didn't stop seeing each other. I want you to know that," I added.

She nodded but didn't say anything, as a tear was running down our cheeks. She kissed me briefly and we dried each other's tears with our fingertips. We got onto our motorcycle. We didn't speak but held hands for a few seconds before we took off in opposite directions.