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Chapter 168 - Hot Quynh, Hot Springs</p>
Last week, Mira and I had met Quynh and Emily at the old empty hotel, so that the latter could draw ideas for a new tattoo on my young Filipina colleague's naked skin. It had been clear from the get-go, though, that we would split into two pairs: Emily and Mira, of course, which would leave Quynh and me free to explore each other's bodies and desires. As I had thought of Quynh as inexperienced and a bit finicky, we had decided to leave the other two alone and go upstairs to the cozy maid's chamber on the six floor.
The way I had met Emily's gorgeous young girlfriend Quynh was slightly bizarre: Mira and I had been at the only semi-furnished room at the old empty Art Deco hotel, naked on the bed, when Emily and Quynh had suddenly surprised us. After ten or fifteen awkward minutes, however, Emily had begun to disrobe, which had led to quite a bash in the end, during which I had come on Quynh's naked bosom and later engaged in intercrural sex with her while, luckily, Mira and Emily had quickly developed the hots for each other.
Last week, Quynh had admitted that her finicky behavior had just been an act, however, as she didn't want her girlfriend Emily to know that the handsome guy at work - who had rejected Emily several times - was in fact Quynh's boyfriend. In other words, Quynh was actually quite experienced, and as soon as we had entered the chamber under the roof, she had nonchalantly undressed and offered herself. Later, we had done it again downstairs on the old wooden bench on the fourth floor, before she even admitted that she had rich sexual fantasies, which she was now hoping to explore with my help.
Quynh was feeling a bit guilty about leading Emily on but, at least, the latter had gotten a lesbian affair with striking Quynh out of the rejection by that young hot dude at work - who Quynh had broken up with, though, after it turned out he had an affair. Apart from this, I didn't know much about Quynh, but that was supposed to change this week, as we were slated to meet again with Mira and Emily. The latter two would, of course, work on their tattoo project, while Quynh and I would go upstairs again to continue our sensual relationship and perhaps hammer out a plan for the lewd fantasies in her mind.
Alas, of course, there was a hitch again: Now, Quynh felt queasy about everything, as Emily was a 'prankster', she said, who might surreptitiously try to watch us having sex:
"Ben, she'll sneak around... I already know it... this week, she asked me like ten times how far we've gone the last time we met... I just know her too well..."
"I'd find that hot, actually..." I quipped, but then Quynh replied:
"But I don't... you know what we talked about the last time..."
Well, that was backdoor sex, and she was right; perhaps we didn't need spectators for such a delicate project. But when I told her that I would talk to Emily to leave us alone, Quynh wasn't convinced, saying that Emily might still try to sneak around the hotel, trying to spy on us. 'No, we need to be alone,' she wrote back firmly.
Mira had her own voyeuristic tendencies, too, so the two of them might really set up some sort of trap, which I truly didn't want for Quynh, even though I kinda liked such shenanigans. But then, Quynh and I had just met and were on our way to true intimacy. I was convinced that, eventually, Emily would be able to watch her gorgeous girlfriend Quynh have sex, during another orgy, but she had to be patient, I agreed. But now what?!
Well, I could ask my long-term affair Nguyet for the keys to the small, charming guesthouse that was located west of the old hotel, near the river, but then I had a much better, outright glorious idea: Nguyet had mentioned, during our last bash with Mira, that she still had two vouchers for the thermal springs west of town, toward the mountains, which would soon expire, anyway. It would be kind of a waste to drive out there just the two of us, as those private pool enclosures offered space and amenities for six or eight people, but there, we could be truly undisturbed, while the warm water would also soften Quynh's perfect sphincter. When I asked Quynh if that would be an option, she was instantly hooked, as she had never swum naked or had sex outdoors.
Since Nguyet was still in the marriage market and had just met some guy again, she didn't even ask if she could join us but just handed me the two vouchers, which she had kept in her desk, like she had already expected me to show up to claim them. Quynh asked if she needed a bikini or bathing suit - neither of which she owned - but I only told her to just sport a light summer dress, as we would undress pretty much as soon as we entered the private Onsen and then frolic around like Adam and Eve, who Quynh perhaps didn't know, though. Anyway, as there was a small restaurant at the hot springs, we agreed that we would meet at the parking Konyaaltı Escort (https://konyaalti.t2bro.net/) lot of a large supermarket in town, where she could leave her motorcycle and then ride out west with me.
Mira wasn't sore that we wanted to disconnect from her this week, but Emily seemed cross, as she wanted to finally watch her girlfriend fuck. Well, perhaps we needed to take them the following week to also make use of the other voucher, before it would expire. But, of course, Quynh was right that this week, we needed to be alone, although she expressed her disappointment that my young buddy Charlie wasn't back in town yet, who she had met when he was having a brief affair with Emily last September. One of Quynh's fantasies was to, eventually, have sex with multiple men - and Charlie was our first choice, as she knew and liked him. But when I offered to tag her ex, Thuan - the one who had rejected Emily - along, as I was keen on meeting the handsome chap, she only scoffed:
"Ben, you have no idea what he did! I don't want to see him ever again!" she added firmly on the day before we would go.
Oops, that had escalated quickly. What had happened?! At least, she confirmed two hours later that we were set to go; perhaps, she wanted to indirectly retaliate by offering me her fine sphincter, while lolling around at the hot springs, stark naked. And so, we met at said parking lot, just the two of us. Years ago, I had met Tuyet here once, from where we had driven out in the countryside to an older, empty yellow house with blue shutters that belonged to someone in her family. Our affair, which lasted two summers, was perhaps still the most rousing and most satisfying of all my sexual encounters. As far as I knew, Tuyet was engaged now and living in Saigon, as Ho Chi Minh City was often called here in Vietnam.
"Oh, I forgot ... did you bring any lube?" I asked her, before we would take off.
"Shoot... no..." she replied, as she was getting on the back of my Honda.
We briefly thought about buying some, but the only store we knew was in the opposite direction, and so we decided to just go ahead and play it by ear:
"You got nicely wet last week, anyway..." I reminded her, smiling.
"Yeah, it'll be okay... and we don't have to try anal today... it'll happen when we're ready... we'll see..."
I liked her pragmatic stance, like so many other things about her: her Prince Valiant hairdo, smooth skin, long legs and hands, as well as her large, floating breasts and her dense pitch-black bush. And her perfect butt with its perfect escutcheon up there above her - also quite large - pussy. Was she wearing her nano-black panties again today? Quynh also had an interesting and more than pleasant personality: not neurotic or obsessed with sex, just healthily curious and relaxed. The best thing was, however, that she seemed to have fallen out of time; she didn't completely fit in our modern world. She was studious and rarely used her phone in my presence. She just did her thing and expressed herself in a ravishing sense of fashion.
I also liked - I mused, as we were driving along - that she had chosen to do a vocational training right after high school, even though she could have prolonged her education and attended university. But that would have cost money; instead, she was already earning her keep. With her unusual haircut and her intriguing clothes, she seemed a bit mysterious at points, as she also let her eyes wander a lot, like she was incredibly curious. Or just nervous. I also wondered why her English was so good. Anyway, it seemed that we had met at a very apt moment: She had discovered and gotten used to sex, but then her boyfriend did something despicable. If Thuan was still banging her eight times a week, she perhaps would not have joined me at the hotel the previous week. Or sat down on my motorcycle twenty minutes earlier to go to a private enclosure at the thermal springs with me. To have her young lovely anus penetrated, perhaps.
Today, Quynh was sporting a light blue blouse with hundreds of little red flowers, which she had combined with an orange miniskirt. The styles mismatched somewhat, as the skirt was decidedly modern, while the blouse had a ribbon over the chest and puff sleeves. Her feet stuck in somewhat old-fashioned beige shoes, which were kinda round in the front. But, of course, she looked lovely and enticing, especially her long, slim legs, which I kept looking at if traffic allowed. Just like Mira, Quynh had put her cheek against my shoulder once it had become too loud to talk, and so we were nearing paradise, where we would frolic naked, perhaps pee onto each other, and - definitely - fuck.
She told me on the way that she had shelled out the money for a bikini, as it had been cheap and she wanted to know what I felt like to be outside in underwear, basically, and feel the elements on her skin. Here, in provincial Vietnam, girls still went swimming in shorts and Escort Konyaaltı (https://konyaalti.t2bro.net/) T-shirt; only Instagram chicks would sport bikinis or bathing suits in public. When we pulled into the parking lot, we immediately saw that there were very few guests, which wasn't too surprising, though, on a regular Wednesday morning. When I showed the lady at the ticket booth my vouchers, I almost expected something to go wrong, but no: she didn't bat an eyelid and even gave us three coupons for sparkling wine.
Perhaps she assumed that friends would join us, as it was highly unusual that a couple went into a private Onsen just by themselves. Hungry as we were, we sat down to order food and have a beer or two, before we would go to the other end of the property, where there were four separate private pools that were surrounded by tall wooden fences. Quynh was lolling comfortably in her wicker chair - looking at her phone, for once - but then then waiter came back to tell her that the dish she wanted was out. In his black-and-white striped shirt, he looked like an ice-hockey referee, and I remembered that Hoang had worn the same kind of top the day I had met him here with Thanh.
Yes, just yesterday, Quynh had seemed super-cross about her ex, but today was pay-back time. I admired her long straight arms and light skin, but when she stuffed her phone inside her backpack, I knew she wanted to talk, rather. So, I asked her what crime exactly Thuan had committed, but she only laughed a tad sarcastically and told me to be patient:
"Let's eat, first, and then look around... I'll tell you later..."
"Have you been here before?" I asked her, which was a bit silly, as she would have mentioned that already.
So, she only shook her Prince Valiant head but then told me that she had heard about it, of course.
"I think it's my fifth time here today..." I calculated in my head, as she was open and honest.
I proceeded to mention that her colleagues Nguyet and Thuy had been with me, twice. Which wasn't quite true: Nguyet and I had partied here three times already, while Thuy had only been here once; on the fateful day I fell in love with her sphincter. I didn't go into the details of what had happened here, but Quynh probably had a rough idea already, as she had seen me with Emily and Mira naked on the bed the day we had met. I thought about mentioning that Charlie had banged his biological aunt here once but refrained. Of course. Quynh didn't need to know that. At least, not at this point.
"Yeah, Emily's told me that you... know Mrs. Nguyet and Mrs. Thuy..." Quynh remarked, blushing.
I just nodded, as the food had arrived. I opened another beer and put more ice in our glasses, but then Quynh continued:
"Interesting, beautiful woman..."
When the waiter had disappeared, I asked her who she meant: Nguyet or Thuy?
"Well, Mrs. Nguyet... she also seems incredibly competent... I don't see her a lot, though..."
"You could see her more often soon," I quipped, alluding to my long-term affair Nguyet's sexual prowess and her leaning to have sex with both, men and women, at the same time.
Quynh didn't respond; perhaps, as she was more interested in sex with multiple men, as she had told me the previous week. She hadn't mentioned that she wanted any other woman to be present.
"Her English... Mrs. Nguyet's, I mean, is also excellent..." I remarked to build a bridge to my next question.
"How come your English is so good?" I asked and cracked the last of the three beers open we had here.
"I don't know... I've always been interested in learning languages... and I was at a great high school... the one by the hospital..."
I had lots of students from that place; and Tina, Tuyet, Vu, Thanh and Hoang had also studied there. And, fifteen years ago, also Nguyet.
"Oh, I thought you were from a small village..."
"Well, I am... but we lived in town for almost ten years... we just moved back to my grandparents' property and built a house there, when I had finished school... after my dad left us..."
"Oh... do you have siblings?"
"Yes, a sister... but she goes to the school in our village... she doesn't care much for languages... but she's really good at chemistry... and math..." Quynh added, like she didn't want me to think that her sister wasn't smart enough to go to the high school for gifted students that Quynh herself had attended.
"How old is she?" I was curious, of course.
"Just turned 18," Quynh giggled, as she had perhaps read my mind. "She's super-beautiful... and quite a bit taller than me..."
Nice, I thought to myself, but didn't want to ask more right away. Instead, I tried to put on a neutral expression and lit a ciggy, as we were done eating. We asked for the bill and decided not to take any more beverages, as three bottles of Prosecco seemed plenty, especially as there would be water in the fridge as well, as the boy had Konyaaltı Escort Bayan (https://konyaalti.t2bro.net/) told us. When Quynh went to the bathroom, I briefly thought she could have saved it for later, but then: We didn't want to rush back there, undress, and piss onto each other. That had to develop naturally, over time; the beers we had already had and the three bottles of sparkling wine would certainly help.
I wondered briefly if I should offer her a cigarette; flapper that she was. But then, I didn't want to tempt her and just paid the bill. After we got up, I grabbed her hand, and so we sauntered back to our private Onsen, which was number 4 today. I had never been there, but since they remembered me, they didn't send a waiter with us. Everything looked nicely kept, unlike the last time we had been here. To get the question about her menstrual cycle out of the way, I asked her when we had reached the gate:
"I'm taking the pill, actually," she stated matter-of-factly. "I only have a very light period now... I just had it last weekend."
I almost replied that that was a shame, but refrained again. She didn't need to know about my proclivity for period sex at this point. But it was highly unusual for such a very young woman to be on the pill. When I asked her about it, Quynh told me:
"Well, yeah, but my mother recommended it; once, she knew that Thuan and I..."
After I had closed the gate behind us, Quynh sighed and said how surprised she was:
"Ben, this is so..." she gasped.
"I knew you'd like it..." I smiled and took her hand again.
We sauntered down towards the bubbling pool, looking around: The paths were neatly kept between the lawn sections, and even though this particular private bath was the smallest I had been to here, it was perhaps the most beautiful, as it had a bunch of old trees. Across the pool, on a little hill, was the standard bungalow with two entrances, left and right, between which were about ten or twelve horizontal boards, behind which, in the room, one could make out the bed. We could hear a few birds chirping, and the rustling of the leaves and palm fronds gave the place a bucolic, almost paradise-like feel.
We slipped out of our shoes at the pool and Quynh dipped her toes in, before we went to the bungalow to put her bag down and open the first bottle. Standing next to the bed, I noticed a pile of brightly-colored mats near the outdoor shower. The fence was high but as neatly put together as the natural stones were down at the edge of the pool. Yes, we would be undisturbed now and could give in to our proclivities, inclinations, and desires. With impunity. Like Adam and Eve.
We took two glasses and the bottle and sat down in the Adirondack chairs outside, after I had turned them towards, but then placed them next to each other, so that I could caress her legs, while we would chat and warm up. As low as the chairs were, I caught a glimpse of her red bikini panties, including her pussy boat-hull, but now she crossed her legs, so that we could talk a bit, first.
We clinked our glasses, and I asked her if she wanted me to call her Quynh or Sally, which had been the name she had given us the day we had met.
"Either way... 'Sally' is just the name I had at that English center..."
"Oh, you went to one of those, too?"
Quynh nodded but then asked if students at our private English school had to pick an English name, too.
"Yes... but I don't really like it... I think the foreign teachers should make an effort to learn the students' real names, rather..." I confessed.
But Quynh only shrugged shoulders and said: "It' not a big deal... I think the kids actually enjoy it..."
She untied her legs and stretched them out next to my right side. I instantly began to caress her warm, firm flesh with my right hand and lit another ciggy, before I got up again to go to the fridge for more Prosecco.
"This stuff is good..." she rejoiced, licking her lips. "It doesn't taste like there's any alcohol in it," she giggled, seeming almost tipsy already.
Kinda unmitigated, she suddenly took off her blouse and skirt to present me her stunning slim body in her new, very first red bikini. Oh, yes, that was the ticket, even though that light red wasn't really her color. Of course, I didn't complain but just enjoyed her dazzling slender body with its ample, floating breasts. I couldn't make out her nipples but noticed the waves of her pubic mound under the fabric of her panties. But there were no hairs sticking out, like she had carefully tucked everything away when she had been to the restroom thirty minutes ago.
"Ben, it's so nice to feel the wind on my skin..." she was beaming. "But now that I have a bikini, I gotta learn how to swim..." she chuckled.
"Well, we could start today," I offered, even though the pool was too small for that. "But we could drive the other direction, to the ocean, next week... although it'll be scorching hot soon, in a few weeks..."
From May to August, we often had around 100 degrees. I took another sip of my wine and thought of Tuyet, Tina, and Anna, who I had been to the beach with to teach them how to swim. Which, of course, had in each case escalated nicely into a ribald rumpus.
Last week, Mira and I had met Quynh and Emily at the old empty hotel, so that the latter could draw ideas for a new tattoo on my young Filipina colleague's naked skin. It had been clear from the get-go, though, that we would split into two pairs: Emily and Mira, of course, which would leave Quynh and me free to explore each other's bodies and desires. As I had thought of Quynh as inexperienced and a bit finicky, we had decided to leave the other two alone and go upstairs to the cozy maid's chamber on the six floor.
The way I had met Emily's gorgeous young girlfriend Quynh was slightly bizarre: Mira and I had been at the only semi-furnished room at the old empty Art Deco hotel, naked on the bed, when Emily and Quynh had suddenly surprised us. After ten or fifteen awkward minutes, however, Emily had begun to disrobe, which had led to quite a bash in the end, during which I had come on Quynh's naked bosom and later engaged in intercrural sex with her while, luckily, Mira and Emily had quickly developed the hots for each other.
Last week, Quynh had admitted that her finicky behavior had just been an act, however, as she didn't want her girlfriend Emily to know that the handsome guy at work - who had rejected Emily several times - was in fact Quynh's boyfriend. In other words, Quynh was actually quite experienced, and as soon as we had entered the chamber under the roof, she had nonchalantly undressed and offered herself. Later, we had done it again downstairs on the old wooden bench on the fourth floor, before she even admitted that she had rich sexual fantasies, which she was now hoping to explore with my help.
Quynh was feeling a bit guilty about leading Emily on but, at least, the latter had gotten a lesbian affair with striking Quynh out of the rejection by that young hot dude at work - who Quynh had broken up with, though, after it turned out he had an affair. Apart from this, I didn't know much about Quynh, but that was supposed to change this week, as we were slated to meet again with Mira and Emily. The latter two would, of course, work on their tattoo project, while Quynh and I would go upstairs again to continue our sensual relationship and perhaps hammer out a plan for the lewd fantasies in her mind.
Alas, of course, there was a hitch again: Now, Quynh felt queasy about everything, as Emily was a 'prankster', she said, who might surreptitiously try to watch us having sex:
"Ben, she'll sneak around... I already know it... this week, she asked me like ten times how far we've gone the last time we met... I just know her too well..."
"I'd find that hot, actually..." I quipped, but then Quynh replied:
"But I don't... you know what we talked about the last time..."
Well, that was backdoor sex, and she was right; perhaps we didn't need spectators for such a delicate project. But when I told her that I would talk to Emily to leave us alone, Quynh wasn't convinced, saying that Emily might still try to sneak around the hotel, trying to spy on us. 'No, we need to be alone,' she wrote back firmly.
Mira had her own voyeuristic tendencies, too, so the two of them might really set up some sort of trap, which I truly didn't want for Quynh, even though I kinda liked such shenanigans. But then, Quynh and I had just met and were on our way to true intimacy. I was convinced that, eventually, Emily would be able to watch her gorgeous girlfriend Quynh have sex, during another orgy, but she had to be patient, I agreed. But now what?!
Well, I could ask my long-term affair Nguyet for the keys to the small, charming guesthouse that was located west of the old hotel, near the river, but then I had a much better, outright glorious idea: Nguyet had mentioned, during our last bash with Mira, that she still had two vouchers for the thermal springs west of town, toward the mountains, which would soon expire, anyway. It would be kind of a waste to drive out there just the two of us, as those private pool enclosures offered space and amenities for six or eight people, but there, we could be truly undisturbed, while the warm water would also soften Quynh's perfect sphincter. When I asked Quynh if that would be an option, she was instantly hooked, as she had never swum naked or had sex outdoors.
Since Nguyet was still in the marriage market and had just met some guy again, she didn't even ask if she could join us but just handed me the two vouchers, which she had kept in her desk, like she had already expected me to show up to claim them. Quynh asked if she needed a bikini or bathing suit - neither of which she owned - but I only told her to just sport a light summer dress, as we would undress pretty much as soon as we entered the private Onsen and then frolic around like Adam and Eve, who Quynh perhaps didn't know, though. Anyway, as there was a small restaurant at the hot springs, we agreed that we would meet at the parking Konyaaltı Escort (https://konyaalti.t2bro.net/) lot of a large supermarket in town, where she could leave her motorcycle and then ride out west with me.
Mira wasn't sore that we wanted to disconnect from her this week, but Emily seemed cross, as she wanted to finally watch her girlfriend fuck. Well, perhaps we needed to take them the following week to also make use of the other voucher, before it would expire. But, of course, Quynh was right that this week, we needed to be alone, although she expressed her disappointment that my young buddy Charlie wasn't back in town yet, who she had met when he was having a brief affair with Emily last September. One of Quynh's fantasies was to, eventually, have sex with multiple men - and Charlie was our first choice, as she knew and liked him. But when I offered to tag her ex, Thuan - the one who had rejected Emily - along, as I was keen on meeting the handsome chap, she only scoffed:
"Ben, you have no idea what he did! I don't want to see him ever again!" she added firmly on the day before we would go.
Oops, that had escalated quickly. What had happened?! At least, she confirmed two hours later that we were set to go; perhaps, she wanted to indirectly retaliate by offering me her fine sphincter, while lolling around at the hot springs, stark naked. And so, we met at said parking lot, just the two of us. Years ago, I had met Tuyet here once, from where we had driven out in the countryside to an older, empty yellow house with blue shutters that belonged to someone in her family. Our affair, which lasted two summers, was perhaps still the most rousing and most satisfying of all my sexual encounters. As far as I knew, Tuyet was engaged now and living in Saigon, as Ho Chi Minh City was often called here in Vietnam.
"Oh, I forgot ... did you bring any lube?" I asked her, before we would take off.
"Shoot... no..." she replied, as she was getting on the back of my Honda.
We briefly thought about buying some, but the only store we knew was in the opposite direction, and so we decided to just go ahead and play it by ear:
"You got nicely wet last week, anyway..." I reminded her, smiling.
"Yeah, it'll be okay... and we don't have to try anal today... it'll happen when we're ready... we'll see..."
I liked her pragmatic stance, like so many other things about her: her Prince Valiant hairdo, smooth skin, long legs and hands, as well as her large, floating breasts and her dense pitch-black bush. And her perfect butt with its perfect escutcheon up there above her - also quite large - pussy. Was she wearing her nano-black panties again today? Quynh also had an interesting and more than pleasant personality: not neurotic or obsessed with sex, just healthily curious and relaxed. The best thing was, however, that she seemed to have fallen out of time; she didn't completely fit in our modern world. She was studious and rarely used her phone in my presence. She just did her thing and expressed herself in a ravishing sense of fashion.
I also liked - I mused, as we were driving along - that she had chosen to do a vocational training right after high school, even though she could have prolonged her education and attended university. But that would have cost money; instead, she was already earning her keep. With her unusual haircut and her intriguing clothes, she seemed a bit mysterious at points, as she also let her eyes wander a lot, like she was incredibly curious. Or just nervous. I also wondered why her English was so good. Anyway, it seemed that we had met at a very apt moment: She had discovered and gotten used to sex, but then her boyfriend did something despicable. If Thuan was still banging her eight times a week, she perhaps would not have joined me at the hotel the previous week. Or sat down on my motorcycle twenty minutes earlier to go to a private enclosure at the thermal springs with me. To have her young lovely anus penetrated, perhaps.
Today, Quynh was sporting a light blue blouse with hundreds of little red flowers, which she had combined with an orange miniskirt. The styles mismatched somewhat, as the skirt was decidedly modern, while the blouse had a ribbon over the chest and puff sleeves. Her feet stuck in somewhat old-fashioned beige shoes, which were kinda round in the front. But, of course, she looked lovely and enticing, especially her long, slim legs, which I kept looking at if traffic allowed. Just like Mira, Quynh had put her cheek against my shoulder once it had become too loud to talk, and so we were nearing paradise, where we would frolic naked, perhaps pee onto each other, and - definitely - fuck.
She told me on the way that she had shelled out the money for a bikini, as it had been cheap and she wanted to know what I felt like to be outside in underwear, basically, and feel the elements on her skin. Here, in provincial Vietnam, girls still went swimming in shorts and Escort Konyaaltı (https://konyaalti.t2bro.net/) T-shirt; only Instagram chicks would sport bikinis or bathing suits in public. When we pulled into the parking lot, we immediately saw that there were very few guests, which wasn't too surprising, though, on a regular Wednesday morning. When I showed the lady at the ticket booth my vouchers, I almost expected something to go wrong, but no: she didn't bat an eyelid and even gave us three coupons for sparkling wine.
Perhaps she assumed that friends would join us, as it was highly unusual that a couple went into a private Onsen just by themselves. Hungry as we were, we sat down to order food and have a beer or two, before we would go to the other end of the property, where there were four separate private pools that were surrounded by tall wooden fences. Quynh was lolling comfortably in her wicker chair - looking at her phone, for once - but then then waiter came back to tell her that the dish she wanted was out. In his black-and-white striped shirt, he looked like an ice-hockey referee, and I remembered that Hoang had worn the same kind of top the day I had met him here with Thanh.
Yes, just yesterday, Quynh had seemed super-cross about her ex, but today was pay-back time. I admired her long straight arms and light skin, but when she stuffed her phone inside her backpack, I knew she wanted to talk, rather. So, I asked her what crime exactly Thuan had committed, but she only laughed a tad sarcastically and told me to be patient:
"Let's eat, first, and then look around... I'll tell you later..."
"Have you been here before?" I asked her, which was a bit silly, as she would have mentioned that already.
So, she only shook her Prince Valiant head but then told me that she had heard about it, of course.
"I think it's my fifth time here today..." I calculated in my head, as she was open and honest.
I proceeded to mention that her colleagues Nguyet and Thuy had been with me, twice. Which wasn't quite true: Nguyet and I had partied here three times already, while Thuy had only been here once; on the fateful day I fell in love with her sphincter. I didn't go into the details of what had happened here, but Quynh probably had a rough idea already, as she had seen me with Emily and Mira naked on the bed the day we had met. I thought about mentioning that Charlie had banged his biological aunt here once but refrained. Of course. Quynh didn't need to know that. At least, not at this point.
"Yeah, Emily's told me that you... know Mrs. Nguyet and Mrs. Thuy..." Quynh remarked, blushing.
I just nodded, as the food had arrived. I opened another beer and put more ice in our glasses, but then Quynh continued:
"Interesting, beautiful woman..."
When the waiter had disappeared, I asked her who she meant: Nguyet or Thuy?
"Well, Mrs. Nguyet... she also seems incredibly competent... I don't see her a lot, though..."
"You could see her more often soon," I quipped, alluding to my long-term affair Nguyet's sexual prowess and her leaning to have sex with both, men and women, at the same time.
Quynh didn't respond; perhaps, as she was more interested in sex with multiple men, as she had told me the previous week. She hadn't mentioned that she wanted any other woman to be present.
"Her English... Mrs. Nguyet's, I mean, is also excellent..." I remarked to build a bridge to my next question.
"How come your English is so good?" I asked and cracked the last of the three beers open we had here.
"I don't know... I've always been interested in learning languages... and I was at a great high school... the one by the hospital..."
I had lots of students from that place; and Tina, Tuyet, Vu, Thanh and Hoang had also studied there. And, fifteen years ago, also Nguyet.
"Oh, I thought you were from a small village..."
"Well, I am... but we lived in town for almost ten years... we just moved back to my grandparents' property and built a house there, when I had finished school... after my dad left us..."
"Oh... do you have siblings?"
"Yes, a sister... but she goes to the school in our village... she doesn't care much for languages... but she's really good at chemistry... and math..." Quynh added, like she didn't want me to think that her sister wasn't smart enough to go to the high school for gifted students that Quynh herself had attended.
"How old is she?" I was curious, of course.
"Just turned 18," Quynh giggled, as she had perhaps read my mind. "She's super-beautiful... and quite a bit taller than me..."
Nice, I thought to myself, but didn't want to ask more right away. Instead, I tried to put on a neutral expression and lit a ciggy, as we were done eating. We asked for the bill and decided not to take any more beverages, as three bottles of Prosecco seemed plenty, especially as there would be water in the fridge as well, as the boy had Konyaaltı Escort Bayan (https://konyaalti.t2bro.net/) told us. When Quynh went to the bathroom, I briefly thought she could have saved it for later, but then: We didn't want to rush back there, undress, and piss onto each other. That had to develop naturally, over time; the beers we had already had and the three bottles of sparkling wine would certainly help.
I wondered briefly if I should offer her a cigarette; flapper that she was. But then, I didn't want to tempt her and just paid the bill. After we got up, I grabbed her hand, and so we sauntered back to our private Onsen, which was number 4 today. I had never been there, but since they remembered me, they didn't send a waiter with us. Everything looked nicely kept, unlike the last time we had been here. To get the question about her menstrual cycle out of the way, I asked her when we had reached the gate:
"I'm taking the pill, actually," she stated matter-of-factly. "I only have a very light period now... I just had it last weekend."
I almost replied that that was a shame, but refrained again. She didn't need to know about my proclivity for period sex at this point. But it was highly unusual for such a very young woman to be on the pill. When I asked her about it, Quynh told me:
"Well, yeah, but my mother recommended it; once, she knew that Thuan and I..."
After I had closed the gate behind us, Quynh sighed and said how surprised she was:
"Ben, this is so..." she gasped.
"I knew you'd like it..." I smiled and took her hand again.
We sauntered down towards the bubbling pool, looking around: The paths were neatly kept between the lawn sections, and even though this particular private bath was the smallest I had been to here, it was perhaps the most beautiful, as it had a bunch of old trees. Across the pool, on a little hill, was the standard bungalow with two entrances, left and right, between which were about ten or twelve horizontal boards, behind which, in the room, one could make out the bed. We could hear a few birds chirping, and the rustling of the leaves and palm fronds gave the place a bucolic, almost paradise-like feel.
We slipped out of our shoes at the pool and Quynh dipped her toes in, before we went to the bungalow to put her bag down and open the first bottle. Standing next to the bed, I noticed a pile of brightly-colored mats near the outdoor shower. The fence was high but as neatly put together as the natural stones were down at the edge of the pool. Yes, we would be undisturbed now and could give in to our proclivities, inclinations, and desires. With impunity. Like Adam and Eve.
We took two glasses and the bottle and sat down in the Adirondack chairs outside, after I had turned them towards, but then placed them next to each other, so that I could caress her legs, while we would chat and warm up. As low as the chairs were, I caught a glimpse of her red bikini panties, including her pussy boat-hull, but now she crossed her legs, so that we could talk a bit, first.
We clinked our glasses, and I asked her if she wanted me to call her Quynh or Sally, which had been the name she had given us the day we had met.
"Either way... 'Sally' is just the name I had at that English center..."
"Oh, you went to one of those, too?"
Quynh nodded but then asked if students at our private English school had to pick an English name, too.
"Yes... but I don't really like it... I think the foreign teachers should make an effort to learn the students' real names, rather..." I confessed.
But Quynh only shrugged shoulders and said: "It' not a big deal... I think the kids actually enjoy it..."
She untied her legs and stretched them out next to my right side. I instantly began to caress her warm, firm flesh with my right hand and lit another ciggy, before I got up again to go to the fridge for more Prosecco.
"This stuff is good..." she rejoiced, licking her lips. "It doesn't taste like there's any alcohol in it," she giggled, seeming almost tipsy already.
Kinda unmitigated, she suddenly took off her blouse and skirt to present me her stunning slim body in her new, very first red bikini. Oh, yes, that was the ticket, even though that light red wasn't really her color. Of course, I didn't complain but just enjoyed her dazzling slender body with its ample, floating breasts. I couldn't make out her nipples but noticed the waves of her pubic mound under the fabric of her panties. But there were no hairs sticking out, like she had carefully tucked everything away when she had been to the restroom thirty minutes ago.
"Ben, it's so nice to feel the wind on my skin..." she was beaming. "But now that I have a bikini, I gotta learn how to swim..." she chuckled.
"Well, we could start today," I offered, even though the pool was too small for that. "But we could drive the other direction, to the ocean, next week... although it'll be scorching hot soon, in a few weeks..."
From May to August, we often had around 100 degrees. I took another sip of my wine and thought of Tuyet, Tina, and Anna, who I had been to the beach with to teach them how to swim. Which, of course, had in each case escalated nicely into a ribald rumpus.