Chapter 152 – A bold, flamingly-wet Reunion
Mira, my young colleague from the Philippines, was finally back in town, after spending more than seven months in her hometown across the South China Sea. I had already seen her down on the second level, where her bedroom was, on Monday afternoon from my eagle’s nest on the fourth floor at our L-shaped, private English school. On Tuesday, she then came up to my classroom to say ‘hi’, and we instantly decided to go for coffee the next day, not wasting a single thought on enrolling her in Nguyet’s role-play at the charming old guesthouse.
Charlie had already told her about Nguyet’s project, but Mira wanted to just chill with me, first. Which was fine, of course, as I couldn’t imagine that, in the end, we wouldn’t go to either the imposing albeit empty Art Deco hotel or the charming smaller guesthouse that Nguyet’s real estate company had recently acquired. Nguyet’s plan was to reunite our orgy circle there over the next few months, until the lovely building would eventually be torn down after Tet in February next year.
Charlie didn’t have time for coffee, anyway, but when I asked Mira if I should pick her up from the school, she proudly announced that she had gotten her driver’s license in the Philippines, where she had undergone stomach surgery, and thus didn’t need transportation. She seemed rather chuffed that she was now, at 25, finally independent, and when I arrived at the café, she was nonchalantly leaning against her older dark-blue scooter – which she had probably borrowed from one of our Filipino colleagues – with her slim, long legs crossed down at her ankles. She looked pretty spiffy in her dark clothes: tight black jeans and a T-shirt, over which she had flung a charcoal leather jacket.
The only thing missing was a cigarette. Mira was still wearing her helmet, for some reason, like she didn’t want to go inside the café, which she confirmed after she had let her phone slide back into her purse. As Halloween was near, I now detected two glowing pumpkins and a large black bat on her shirtfront. The only thing that didn’t go well with her almost martial outfit were her white girlish sandals, which had thick soles and appeared to be new. Mira seemed healthy and in good spirits. She hadn’t lost or gained weight but – as always – looked a bit wan. Now, she took her helmet off, even though she had just proposed to scrap the coffee shop and go straight to the older hotel, where our orgy posse had been meeting for almost a-year-and-a-half now.
“Ben, it looks like rain… and I didn’t have sex all those months in the Philippines… well?!” she raised her eyebrows.
“Ok… I got the keys with me… sure… I mean, yeah… but I like the idea of warming up here, upstairs on the secluded balcony, you know…” I still hesitated.
“Ben, look at the clouds! And you know what’s going to happen up there…” she laughed with her relatively deep yet also tinny teenage-boy laugh, after pointing up to the balcony with her chin.
Yes, about a year ago, we had met here twice, and both times, we hadn’t been able to hold back. Once, I had splashed my cum along her teal-blue lacy stockings on her thigh, toward her light panties under her orange miniskirt; the other time, I had even ripped her underwear off her stunning young legs and then plugged her snatch with my glans to come inside her to serve her consensual-non-consent kink. To buy time, I asked her why she wasn’t wearing that orange denim skirt, which reminded me of Halloween – after all, yes, that was this week – for which she blamed the weather.
“Ben, it’s a bit too cold for that…” she was moaning. “We could get some beers on the way and talk at the old hotel…” she suggested again, knowing that the beer would sway me.
“Talk? At the old hotel? Ha!” I objected. “You know as well as I do what’s gonna happen there, once we’re behind that large entrance door…”
“Well, Ben, what happens, happens. That’s fine with me,” she outlined her stance and added: “So, let’s go!”
As she wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer, she put her helmet back on and started her engine. I still brought up the cute little waitress here at the café; the one with the large tattoo on her left thigh, as Mira was bisexual, but she wasn’t going to budge:
“To hit on Vietnamese girls, our language skills are too poor… I pretty much have forgotten everything that Hanh taught me…” she chuckled.
Ok, fine then. Hanh was our blind cuddly masseuse, who Mira had been together with, until she had had to leave to have surgery in the Philippines. But Mira loved tattoos, and so I would introduce her to our calligraphy-artist Emily soon. Or, at least, talk about her. Later at the hotel. As we were driving along, I thought of Hanh and their relationship, which was the kindest and cutest I knew. I was positive that they would pick up exactly where they had left off in March, even though Hanh purportedly had a boyfriend now. We hadn’t met him yet, though. But what role could we give Mira in our role-play?
Like urfa seks hikayeleri I’ve said, Mira was bisexual and, also, had a long clit, almost like a small penis, which seemed enough to offer to the other members of our orgy-circle. And she was outrageously adventurous. But her long clit wasn’t universally appreciated: When Mira had wanted to deflower Charlie last Christmas, he had flinched when he had spotted the large lust-stud between her nether lips, which was about an inch long. Feeling rejected as a person, Mira had sobbed quite a bit; of course. Naturally, Charlie had tried to comfort her, until rescue came in the form of Nguyet’s petite colleague Thuy, who had taken him on and completed the defloration project with him – while I showed Mira my abounding admiration for her clitoris as well as her young body and soul in general.
Obviously, a lot of water had flown under all bridges since then, but it was still a thorn in Mira’s side that she could never be certain that, if a guy had a thing for her, he would also like her naked. In many ways, I found her long clit completely fitting her androgynous body and her teenage-boy voice, even though her demeanor was also decidedly feminine, apart from her dislike for make-up and the color pink. But yes, her boobs were flat and her ass narrow, but she had beautiful smooth skin that didn’t have a single hair on it. Ok, there was some dark fluff on her forearms, but even her brownish bush was rather sparse – which made her clit stand out even more, though.
We had stopped on the way to procure some beer, and now it was actually raining. We drove the remaining 300 yards to the hotel, where I quickly removed the padlock and pushed the gate open, so that Mira could drive in. After my Honda was in the foyer as well, we closed the large screeching metal door again and then finally kissed for the first time. I instantly thought of my time with Emily down here, when we once had started to fuck right next to our motorcycles. But that wasn’t going to happen today, which was fine. I detected a new tattoo on the back of her neck and told her about Emily, while we were slowly making our way up the stairs.
I omitted the most ribald scenes but told Mira about the day Emily and I had met at said café and how she later – here at the older hotel – had drawn several calligraphic sketches onto Casey’s voluptuous young body. Mira then asked about the people she actually knew, but I couldn’t help mentioning my first anal intercourse with Casey back in April. Like Mira wanted us to steer us away from the topic of sex, though, she inquired what was new at the school where we both worked, before she asked – while standing in the door frame of the third-floor kitchen, where I was getting us a glass for the beer:
“And Charlie? Did he…? I mean, his aunt?”
“He did, yes… at his farewell party at the hot springs… his aunt rode his dick, with her skirt on… We gotta go there during the next warm week. One can rent private enclosures there and frolic around naked the whole time… we could completely give in to our inclinations,” I chuckled.
“So, the whole area is outside?” she was curious.
“Yes, sure…”
“Then, we could easily pee onto each other,” Mira giggled cheekily again in her tinny teenage-boy pitch.
Yes, that was another of her kinks. And I loved her for it. We looked at each other for half-a-minute or so, and there she – or he – was again: the prankster, the imp, the rogue. Always ready for some debauchery, even though she had still been a virgin two years back. Apparently, we were starting now. We smooched and kissed for only God knows how long, during which I squeezed her nimble little ass like I wanted to rip her cheeks off her, which prompted her to squeeze my cock, before she placed my hand on her pussy.
She had brought up the peeing, perhaps, as there was this old wooden bench here on the fourth floor, where she had pissed on me once in several installments, crouching over my face – with her black cargo pants and her girlish panties around her knees, which still was the most rousing micturition episode I had ever experienced. Hands down. The whole thing had taken ten minutes, at least, during which I had licked and sucked her profusely in between the intervals.
We had reached said bench now, but Mira suggested to go on to the balcony up front:
“You can smoke there…” she gave me a reason.
“You don’t have to pee yet?” I grinned.
She shook her head: “Not really… only a bit, maybe…”
I put some ice in the glass and cracked a can open, so that her jet would be more profound in twenty minutes.
“Don’t you think it’s insane that we – who haven’t seen each other for more than seven month – only needed half an hour to get ready to do it again?!” I laughed.
“Ben, I know how much you like it… I mean, if it is so easy to make someone happy…” she shot me a mocking smile.
“But, at first, you didn’t want to do it…” I reminded her.
She nodded, while she was gulping down the beer. I placed my hand under her T-shirt, on her flat, cool, warm belly. It felt like she was wearing a lacy bra, and now she moaned quietly for the first time.
“Well, back then, when I sat down on my desk to pee onto that old blanket on the floor, I thought that you just wanted to watch… and see my clit…”
“Yeah, I don’t think I actually told you that I wanted you to piss on me… but the one time here on the old bench inside was the best, wasn’t it?”
She giggled and nodded but didn’t reply. Yes, it was strange that I liked being peed on so much; especially by her, Mira. Perhaps as she was so cheerful, nonchalant, and enthusiastic about it. And loved it as much as I did, it seemed. Her urine smelled nice, too. Or was it as she was a hermaphrodite and my colleague? But, yeah, sure, the messenger substances in a woman’s piss were arousing; there was nothing one could do. Other mammals liked it, too. Or was it because it was just such a colossal cheek in general?!
Tina was a great pisser, too; she was the only one on the same plane as Mira. But Tina loved letting go during sex because she had been raised by an OCD mother. Anyway, I cracked another beer open, but then asked Mira if she really enjoyed the peeing herself, or if she just did it because she knew how much I liked it.
“No, if it’s nicely arising from the situation, I really like it myself… I guess, in part, because it’s so depraved,” she chuckled again. “It’s just that if something goes in my hair, I obviously gotta wash it afterwards… but, no, Ben, you can pee on my belly or butt any time… or my pussy… I like it… it’s so soft and warm…”
She had said all that rather quietly, as the delicacy of the topic almost required. But still, it had sounded completely convincing. Of course. From now on, we would never have to talk about it again; we had our mutual, perennial consent – whenever the surroundings would allow it – to let go onto each other. With impunity. Jesus, was I happy that she was back.
“Have you ever tried anal?” I asked her now, as we were clear on the peeing.
I had discovered backdoor sex during her absence, and so we had never talked about it. She looked at me a bit puzzled but then replied: “Well, no, not really… only with dildos… Caryl sometimes does that with me… we even got a slim one just for that purpose…”
Caryl was our colleague and her girlfriend at the school, where they shared a bedroom. They really doted on each other, and I’d imagined having sex with the two of them for a long time. Mira probably was aware of that, but what she still didn’t know was that I had once seen Caryl naked, at Hanh’s massage parlor, where they had shown up unannounced to have their snatches treated by our lovely petite blind masseuse.
“Let’s try anal at some point, Miraculous, whenever you’re ready…” I got enthused about the project, but she was skeptical, since my cock was much thicker than Caryl’s ass-dildo.
“Well, Nguyet’s butt isn’t any wider than yours… but, yeah, maybe you wanna watch, first,” I backpedaled a bit. “Or you start with Charlie’s slim noodle… he likes backdoor sex…”
“Yes, Ben, next month or so…” she sighed, like she didn’t want to forge any more plans.
After all, she had just gotten back to town. Sure. We were standing in the door, but above us was another balcony, which served as a roof, protecting us from the drizzle. I decided not to try to get her to the older guesthouse to meet Charlie and Nguyet today, as that, apparently, would have been just too much. And it was still raining, anyway.
“Today we’ll just stay here, and then you’ll meet Hanh later this week, huh?” I suggested accordingly.
She nodded, I cracked one more beer open, and lit another ciggie, after which she reminded me that Charlie most likely still didn’t like her long clit:
“But wouldn’t he like it all the more then to penetrate my butt?” she surmised, before we both drank from the same glass again.
Oh, yes. Slowly, we were gathering steam, and as I needed to pee, I suggested to go back inside. After the deed would be done, we could shower and then lie down together on the large double-bed in the only semi-furnished room of the old hotel here. I would lick her brownish anus funnel to start the journey and then caress her butt some more. Next to the old bench, Mira stopped and took off her leather jacket, before she pulled her T-Shirt over her head. Yes, she was wearing a black, lacy bra, through the fabric of which I could already see her nipples. Fuck, did she look hot. We kissed again, before we opened each other’s flies, and she loosened my belt.
When I reached behind the triangle of her panties from both sides, as her underwear wasn’t particularly tight, I could feel her fluffy pubic hair on the backs of my fingers. I then playfully diddled her clit, holding it between the upper digits of my index and middle fingers, before she bent forward to relieve herself of her sandals.
“Where do you wanna do it?” she asked, before she took off her bra, pants and panties in one fell swoop.
Watching her undress, I unrobed as well, and then brought our clothes into the room to fetch one of those old curtains we had at our disposal, which I then put under the bench, before I lay down on it. I asked her to squat over my head, facing my feet and the balcony door, just like a year ago. If she had the patience, I requested, she should pee in installments, between which I would lick her senseless. When her young savory ass was in position above my face, I pulled her butt cheeks apart and sniffed her brownish, yellowish ass crack, before I bent her forward a bit to be able to lick and kiss her fresh snatch and clit.
Like a vacuum cleaner, I was sucking thousands of savory molecules through my trembling nostrils, emitting excited noises of arousal and passion, when she shamelessly let go for the first time. Her frothy, tepid libation was hailing down on me, pattering and pelting my nose, mouth, and throat. As the flowery aroma was enwrapping my senses, I could feel the tip of her tongue circling the groove at the bottom of my glans – which she hadn’t done the previous time we had been united like this, here on the old wooden bench.
But yeah, a bit of cock-treatment while she was peeing on me was, of course, a great idea, and now I felt her hands on my balls, before she let go for a second time. If she hadn’t implied earlier that she didn’t necessarily want to wash her hair afterwards, I would have let go myself right then but decided to hold back for another few minutes. Instead, I licked her sphincter and perineum some more and lifted her ass further up towards my forehead, so that I could see the opening of her urethra in her vaginal vestibule right above me. The second jet was as lovely as the first, but soon I realized that – apparently – Mira didn’t have the patience to divide her gushes further. Now, she was just dumping all she had left inside her divine young bladder onto me.
When she had finished, I soaked in her savory, lovely urea fragrance – which her heavenly young body had produced just for me – and enjoyed her juggling of my balls for a bit more, until she seemed ready to dismount. She was sniffing and sniveling when she was standing next to the bench, proudly presenting me her tight, nimble body. She turned and let her slim ass protrude, which was still nicely roundish. Just not wide at all. When she felt my hands on her ass cheeks, she turned her head and nodded. And so, I let go: first a bit on her thighs, until I aimed higher to hit her back, from where I then observed the yellowish liquid slowly making its way down through her butt crack. At some point, she even pulled her cheeks to the sides, like she wanted me to rinse her cleft. Of course, I also aimed for her anus, which responded with some cute puckering, like a fish.
Of course, I felt like penetrating her sphincter her right then – which she must have known. Curiously, her bunny snout was already open a bit, perhaps a third-of-an-inch. When this mirthful minute was over, I kept watching the yellowish drops leaving her anus, before I wiped the floor with the old curtain, which Nguyet had put in the only semi-furnished room in anticipatory prudence, to clean up the mess. When everything looked presentable again, I dropped the soaked thing through the air shaft, down to the ground floor, where we would eventually put it in the washer on our way out.
When we finally stepped into the room, we realized how nice it looked. Someone had put on fresh bedsheets and a table cloth, and everything looked clean, much warmer, and more welcoming than we remembered it. Well, yes, Hoang and Casey probably met here twice a week, as they were both still living with their parents. Interestingly, the bedsheet was the dark-blue one that Casey had brought here on her first visit. Would the two of them show up later and join us? Well, that might be too much for Mira, even though she adored him. And Casey was the one I had my first anal intercourse with. Ever. Perhaps she could teach Mira how to relax.
As we were taking a shower, I told Mira how grateful I was that she had redirected us away from the café, straight here to the old hotel.
“Ben, I knew that you wanted me to pee on you…” she chuckled.
Ha! Ok.
“When you were in the Philippines, did you think of peeing onto someone …?” I asked facetiously.
“Of course, not. First, I was sick, in the hospital, and then at my parents’ house…”
“But you diddled yourself, at least?”
“Sure, when I was feeling better… every night before I would sleep… in the room I had grown up in…”
Somehow, that was a heart-warming thought, but now she got her phone out of her purse. I didn’t think that was called for, but then it made sense, as she wanted to show me some photos. And so, I cracked another beer open and lit a ciggie; the peeing outside in the hall had been almost as good as fucking, I thought to myself. And, yes, from now on, it would be an integral part of our sex-life, whenever the circumstances would permit. Once before, one time during, and if we could let go again, once afterwards. The way Mira was gulping down the beer, she seemed to be reading my thoughts.