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19 Temmuz 2023, 15:33
Chapter 113 -- Mira discovers a new Proclivity</p>
Last week, my young bisexual colleague Mira from the Philippines had met Hoang, a young handsome guy, who was a member of our small orgy circle at the vintage hotel. We hadn't even started driving back yet after our rousing afternoon, when she admitted that she couldn't wait to see him again. Well, Hoang was incredibly good-looking, charming, kind of quiet, but he had awesome, wavy hair, which he often gelled. His face was nicely chiseled, his skin fairly dark, and his shoulders broad. He, for sure, was one of the most handsome motherfuckers in our town. When I asked her, if she had a crush on him, though, she denied it, saying that she just wanted to have sex with him.
Well, our orgy circle consisted of a skeleton crew at the moment, anyway. Anna and Thanh, for instance, were still busy with their midterm exams, while our lead lady Nguyet hadn't seen her lover Vu, another young Vietnamese guy, for a while, as he was running around with my 19-year-old niece nowadays. My long-term affair Nguyet, who had been paramount in getting the orgies off the ground in the first place, as she was a real estate broker, who was in charge of the empty vintage hotel, wasn't happy about that, needless to say. So, like last week, it would just be the four of us again: Mira, Hoang, Nguyet and yours truly. I didn't doubt for a second that Mira could have sex with Hoang; he had already played charmingly with her long clit, and only the fact that they had been too lazy to fetch the condoms from across the room was responsible for the two of them not uniting the previous week, when we had first all peed and then jerked off onto each other.
In the meantime, more funny details emerged: Mira had started the masturbation-and-peeing combo in her shared bedroom at the school--onto an old blanket or towel, as far as I understood. But her roommate Gabby had complained about the smell, even though Mira had, of course, tried to erase all physical traces of her debauchery. Then, she had changed locations: she had tried the same on the roof of the school, where the laundry room was. We had been up there together once, and it was still a dream of mine to bang her up there, bent over the washing machine, but because of this whole Covid-19-situation, all the teachers were at the school pretty much all the time, which wasn't conducive to such kind of depravity. Since someone had complained about the puddle of pee, however, they had called the janitor, who concluded that a dog had gotten up to the roof and installed a barrier in the stairwell, which I found hilarious.
I almost caused an accident when she was telling me that story, riding on the back of my motorcycle. When she was done, though, she put in ear phones to listen to music, so that I was left to reminisce about the previous week again: Hoang and Nguyet had been sitting across from us during lunch, and peu a peu the whole thing had escaladed. First, Nguyet came with Hoang's fingers in her sheath in an arch of fat drops of lovely translucent nectar, before she had asked him to piss on her, then jerk off and come on her chest. Mira and I had mirrored the degeneracy on the other side of the table, and then we two couples had done it together on the large double-bed in the only semi-furnished room on the fourth floor at the hotel.
But it hadn't been depravity for depravity's sake: Everyone in the room had enjoyed the truly oceanic feeling of letting completely go. Sure, it had been self-indulgent but, ultimately, also liberating. I loved how Mira had tried to relive the moment by masturbating and pissing in her room and then again up on the roof, but the old hotel was clearly the better option, as we didn't have to be careful with the furniture or anything else. And, somehow, I found that it was more powerful in a small group. Nguyet and I knew each other for almost eight years now and had done pretty much everything imaginable together, apart from anal or whipping.
When we got to the hotel, the door was closed but not locked. I asked Mira to push it open, so that I could drive into the lobby. Nguyet hollered through the atrium from somewhere up on the third or fourth floor that we shouldn't lock the door, as she had to run an errand. Fair enough. I just grabbed Mira's hand, and we walked up the stairs, passing Nguyet on her way down. Hoang hadn't arrived yet, but Nguyet assured us that he'd get there in about 20 minutes or so. In other words, they'd be back roughly at the same time. After Nguyet had pushed her Honda outside downstairs and pulled the large metal entrance door closed, all of a sudden, Mira and I were alone in this huge, empty building.
In many ways that felt like a dream, but we both knew that the others would be back soon, which dampened my enthusiasm for immediate nefarious savageness. Instead, we just let the silence of the glorious old chandelier weigh on us. I asked Mira if she didn't have an idea for a blasphemous game for one of the next sessions here, when we would be six Atalar Escort (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) or even eight people again. She thought about it for a minute and then shook her head.
"Not really. But we could do some sort of hide-and-seek... all naked... or a scavenger hunt," she finally proposed.
"And if you find someone, what do you get?" I got curious.
"A wish will be granted... or she or he can do whatever..." she giggled.
That 'he can do whatever' echoed politically incorrect through the whole building and then even seemed to linger for a bit more.
"Well, we could also ask the others... Nguyet always has rousing ideas," I added half-heartedly and suggested we go all the way up to the fifth floor, where she hadn't been yet.
I liked the view over the park from the balcony on the front of the building.
"Perhaps some other time," she responded listlessly, and we just turned into the third-floor hall to go to the kitchen.
Bevor we sat down, we kissed and I let my hands travel all over her body. She was wearing a simple black dress, made of stiff, thick cotton. It had little in common with the proverbial 'little black dress', as it was too big for her and bought off the peg. She was also sporting Teva sandals with a lot of Velcro, which suited her bisexual personality, though: Mira was a tomboy and played sports. So if she wore a dress, it wouldn't be very feminine and that she had combined her dress with those hiking sandals underscored both of her sides. Since we were still huddled up together and standing, I touched her thighs under her skirt and then slowly traveled up, until I reached her panties and felt her large clit through the front. I noticed that we were both panting.
"C'mon, we'll go upstairs. Perhaps the others won't be back for another half-an-hour..." I fired off on a whim.
As we both seemed horny, perhaps there was a chance for some sort of quickie, before the others would be back. And even if they caught us: there wasn't much we hadn't done together, anyway. Mira thought about it for a bit but then nodded, and so we sauntered back through the hall, past all those empty rooms, towards the landing. But between the third and fourth floors, we heard the large metal harmonica door downstairs screech. Well, those 20 minutes hadn't passed, but Hoang didn't know that Mira and I would have loved to be alone for another 30 minutes. But then, on the other hand, I didn't even know what we could have done during that time, and we were slated to meet the four of us together today. In the end, it was probably better to save our sensual energy for after lunch.
Mira knew as well as I did that Hoang was coming upstairs and that we thus wouldn't engage in any kind of ribaldry. But almost automatically, we still continued our way up to the fourth floor. We turned to the right, towards the front of the building, where the balcony was a few floors above the entrance. We passed an old wooden bench again, but unlike all the other times I had seen it, it triggered something in me that day.
"Hey, Miraculous, not now, of course, but some other time... can you stop while you're peeing?" I asked her.
She waited quite a bit with her answer, until I had pried the balcony door open and we had stepped outside.
"I don't know... but I could try. Why?" she giggled.
I lit a cigarette and told her the epic story that I had once read at Jenny's house, three summers ago, before she had gone off to college. I had helped her to conduct an empirical sociological study, for which we had chosen 'Sexual experiences among my class mates' as topic. One of the girls had described in quite some detail how her boyfriend used to lie down on the family couch, while she would sit on the armrest, over his face with her naked ass, with her feet dangling 'outside', so to speak, and then pee in small installments while he was licking her. To round everything up, the young guy purportedly even wore her panties like a beanie. That image of the young couple and the sofa had been in my mind ever since, but I had done something similar only once, with Tina. I'd been hankering for the real thing for quite some time now.
Mira blushed: "I've long thought that I had a depraved imagination, but you..." she laughed. "But, no, sure, if that turns you on... if Hoang wasn't downstairs, we could do it right now... although I don't really need to pee right now, anyway..." she giggled.
"Perhaps later. Or next week..." I said before we kissed again.
I pressed her small butt once more through her skirt and noticed that her 'dress' was actually a two-piece, shirt and skirt outfit. At some point, my hand had slipped up her bare back. Anyway, it didn't really matter. Curiously, she didn't seem to wear a bra, though. Nice.
Coming back from the balcony, we stopped at the wooden bench again, which really seemed ideal for what I wanted to do. Eventually, this simple bench here would be discarded, so it didn't matter if we peed on it. And the tile floor below was easy to wipe. No one but Atalar Escort Bayan (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) us came here, and the whole building aired out nicely because of the openings above doors and windows. I looked at Mira who nodded barely noticeably, with her lips pursed. Neither of us was saying anything, though. Was she thinking of peeing on Hoang, instead? She probably couldn't wait to shove her tiny white ass in his face. Well, actually, I would probably watch. And stroke my dick while doing so. And then come on the two of them.
Hoang had apparently heard us, as he was now coming upstairs. He nonchalantly tapped his ash on the floor, but then I tried to explain what Mira and I had just envisioned. I couldn't be sure if he got it, but when we were all laughing, the door went again downstairs. Nguyet was back, and we would now go and eat in the kitchen. Or the room on the fourth floor with the beds in it. Either way, we probably all felt like diving to the grounds of our sensual gathering today. But having Mira piss on me in small installments while I was licking her was a splendid idea. Absolutely. Phenomenal.
And so we went one floor down again. Hoang had put the beer and ice already on the table, and Nguyet fired up the cooker. She took some veggies out of the fridge, and we others sat down, cracked some beers open and then settled in. Nguyet mentioned that she wanted to go upstairs to eat and put a few things on the table to take with us. Hoang talked to Nguyet across the room, as she was the only other person who spoke Vietnamese fluently. I thought about what to say to Mira, but didn't want to plan the next hour. If she liked, though, Mira could perhaps share how everyone at the school thinks there had been a dog on the roof.
"Well, somehow the idea with the scavenger hunt or the hide-and-seek sounds enticing," she began suddenly. "But would you have to do it with the person you find?"
"Perhaps. I guess we would have to come up with some rules. The only thing I can't wrap my head around is that the waiting wouldn't be particularly arousing... you know, you're standing there naked... that's not exactly erotic..." I contended.
"Well, most have their favorite partner, I guess... so they would long for them to find them..." she mused. "But it would definitely need to be warmer than it is today..."
"Sure. Or two people hide together and start doing it, but if someone finds them, they have to swap... or something like that..." I tossed another idea into the conversation.
"I totally wanna try it..." Mira assured me. "But aren't the other rooms all empty?"
"Pretty much... but there is a bit of extra furniture... the spare mattresses, for instance."
But then another idea crossed my mind: "Or we set up a whore house!"
Mira laughed, saying that she never had been to a brothel.
"Well, see... perhaps we could arrange for three or four rooms for different proclivities..."
I couldn't finish my thought, though, as Nguyet had come back to the table and handed me a plate with fried fish balls. After Mira had swung her backpack over her shoulder, she received two little bowls with sauces and a small plate with cucumber slices, while Nguyet asked Hoang to grab the beer and ice. We waited until Nguyet got the chopsticks, more bowls and glasses, and then we all left to go upstairs.
Nguyet was wearing relatively thick tights or stockings, I noticed walking behind her. Well, it was already November and a tad nippy and grey, perhaps 80 degrees, still. But especially women got cold quickly in the tropics: When I was still living on 'my' little South Seas island, it had amused me to no end that everyone got their sweaters out after a downpour, when the temperature had hit an all-time low of 79 Fahrenheit. Or, Nguyet was planning a rousing game for later, for which she need stockings as a prop.
Upstairs, in the only remaining furnished room, where our orgies normally took place, not much had changed since last week: there were still the two tables and about eight chairs, the double-bed and the single, but the tables were now separated with four chairs facing each other in between them. Apparently, Nguyet had conceived a plan, for which the seating arrangements needed to be different. Initially, the two tables had been put together on their smaller sides, but now, she wanted us to sit between them. So, we divided up food and put about one half on each table, before Mira sat down next to the same table as Hoang, while Nguyet was sharing the other table with me; again, sitting along the same, longer side. Perhaps Nguyet wanted us to be able to see each other's exciting, depraved acts better, as things had been partially hidden by the table between us the last time.
The way we were seated in a circle or square, our knees almost touched. We began to eat; the sweet potato slices that Nguyet had fried were absolutely divine and went really well with the fish balls. Everything felt more like snacks than an actual meal, but that was fine for what we were about to Escort Atalar (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) embark on. Nguyet looked surprisingly prim and proper, almost conservative, in her blouse and skirt with the pantyhose, but Mira's young, long legs had already separated under her skirt. Now, she was even taking off her sandals, like she was getting ready, but then Nguyet asked what my plan was with that silly blindfold that I had brought here a few weeks back.
After I had chewed my food, I got up to fetch it, and when I was back, I explained:
"Well, you know I'm not a huge fan of those 'so, now we're all here and will fuck a bit' beginnings... and so I always look for more charming ways to have a lead-in..."
It seemed like everyone was mulling my words over, as no one said anything. It was so quiet that we could hear each other's chewing the fish balls and sweet-potato slices. At least, Nguyet remembered to translate for Hoang now. And so I continued:
"Well, one day I had the idea that the guys could put on the blindfold and then try to sniff the ladies to identify who's who. Or the girls take a cock in the mouth and then guess whose it is. Or the guys have to guess who's blowing them."
Mira nodded placidly, like she needed more time to think about it. Perhaps she was looking for an objection, but her smile told me that, by and large, she liked the idea. Mira was bisexual and, sure enough, now she asked if she had to decide on which side she wanted to be on:
"Now, could I also sniff the ladies' butts?" she giggled.
"Sure you could! Anyone can take a cock in their mouth, too. Even Hoang," I laughed and raised my beer glass in his direction.
Nguyet translated, and we all clinked our glasses.
"Don't get me wrong, but what's the point?" Mira contended, surprisingly harsh. "Do you want to know who can do it best, like in a competition?"
I thought about it for a second: "No, I don't think so. I just want a charming, fun beginning for our orgy. I don't want to turn this into some tournament. Although we could... whoever wins is granted a wish..."
"What could that be, though?" Mira kept asking, while Nguyet was looking at Hoang longingly.
"You get to pick your first partner. Or what to do with him or her... but for the game, we should perhaps be more people than we are today..."
Hoang was done eating and lit a cigarette. Seeing him smoking with relish triggered the same urge in me, and he tossed me another beer as well. Nguyet, the fabulous host she always was, put some fresh ice in my glass and said somewhat enthusiastically:
"I don't see why we couldn't do a little trial run right now..."
Mira clapped her hands in front of her face like a little girl and exclaimed: "Oh, yes!"
As this all had been my idea, which I had also touted from time to time, I couldn't say 'no' now, and Hoang also nodded, slightly bemused. Sure, why not?! The more I thought about it, the more I liked that it had been Nguyet, a woman, who had started it today and, of course, I liked that finally, a long-cherished wish of mine was coming true. And, with the ass-sniffing, we had the sensual beginning that I loved and believed we needed so much.
Like she couldn't wait, Mira reached under her skirt and unceremoniously removed her panties, which she then twirled triumphantly around on her index finger, before she put them on the table to her right, next to her plate. Since Nguyet was hesitating with her pantyhose, Mira didn't lift her skirt up yet.
"I propose that the guys get their penises out first," Nguyet only said, licking her lips.
Well, I needed to pee first. Once in the bathroom, I took off my underpants but put my pants back on, as I believed that looked hotter, just like a woman exposing her snatch with her dress or skirt still on. When I had sat down again, I got my cock and balls out, which I draped nicely on the black fabric of my dress pants. Not that I wanted to pull a Mapplethorpe--my dick wasn't impressive enough for that--but I still thought that there was something about that interface between nature and culture that was presenting itself on my dress pants here, especially since my balls came nicely into their own, as they were squeezed by the relatively narrow opening of my fly.
Hoang followed suit, while Nguyet had grabbed the blindfold, perhaps asking herself if she or Mira should start. We pushed two chairs next to each other, and Nguyet asked who would begin. Mira, in turn, was looking at our half-erect cocks, like she was going to cheat, almost, but said she would. Nguyet put the blindfold on our bisexual beauty from the Philippines and then threw a punch in her direction. When Mira didn't flinch, we knew we were ready to start.
Hoang and I got up and made some shuffling noise, so that Mira wouldn't be able to tell who was sitting where. When we tried to switch seats once more, though, Nguyet put her index finger vertically over her mouth and motioned us to remain in our respective chairs to not do what Mira might expect. Nguyet took Mira's hand and guided her towards the first cock, which was Hoang's. Mira had never had it in her mouth, as far as I remembered, but since there were only two in the room, the one that didn't taste or feel like mine must have been his. And it was just a fun game, anyway.
Last week, my young bisexual colleague Mira from the Philippines had met Hoang, a young handsome guy, who was a member of our small orgy circle at the vintage hotel. We hadn't even started driving back yet after our rousing afternoon, when she admitted that she couldn't wait to see him again. Well, Hoang was incredibly good-looking, charming, kind of quiet, but he had awesome, wavy hair, which he often gelled. His face was nicely chiseled, his skin fairly dark, and his shoulders broad. He, for sure, was one of the most handsome motherfuckers in our town. When I asked her, if she had a crush on him, though, she denied it, saying that she just wanted to have sex with him.
Well, our orgy circle consisted of a skeleton crew at the moment, anyway. Anna and Thanh, for instance, were still busy with their midterm exams, while our lead lady Nguyet hadn't seen her lover Vu, another young Vietnamese guy, for a while, as he was running around with my 19-year-old niece nowadays. My long-term affair Nguyet, who had been paramount in getting the orgies off the ground in the first place, as she was a real estate broker, who was in charge of the empty vintage hotel, wasn't happy about that, needless to say. So, like last week, it would just be the four of us again: Mira, Hoang, Nguyet and yours truly. I didn't doubt for a second that Mira could have sex with Hoang; he had already played charmingly with her long clit, and only the fact that they had been too lazy to fetch the condoms from across the room was responsible for the two of them not uniting the previous week, when we had first all peed and then jerked off onto each other.
In the meantime, more funny details emerged: Mira had started the masturbation-and-peeing combo in her shared bedroom at the school--onto an old blanket or towel, as far as I understood. But her roommate Gabby had complained about the smell, even though Mira had, of course, tried to erase all physical traces of her debauchery. Then, she had changed locations: she had tried the same on the roof of the school, where the laundry room was. We had been up there together once, and it was still a dream of mine to bang her up there, bent over the washing machine, but because of this whole Covid-19-situation, all the teachers were at the school pretty much all the time, which wasn't conducive to such kind of depravity. Since someone had complained about the puddle of pee, however, they had called the janitor, who concluded that a dog had gotten up to the roof and installed a barrier in the stairwell, which I found hilarious.
I almost caused an accident when she was telling me that story, riding on the back of my motorcycle. When she was done, though, she put in ear phones to listen to music, so that I was left to reminisce about the previous week again: Hoang and Nguyet had been sitting across from us during lunch, and peu a peu the whole thing had escaladed. First, Nguyet came with Hoang's fingers in her sheath in an arch of fat drops of lovely translucent nectar, before she had asked him to piss on her, then jerk off and come on her chest. Mira and I had mirrored the degeneracy on the other side of the table, and then we two couples had done it together on the large double-bed in the only semi-furnished room on the fourth floor at the hotel.
But it hadn't been depravity for depravity's sake: Everyone in the room had enjoyed the truly oceanic feeling of letting completely go. Sure, it had been self-indulgent but, ultimately, also liberating. I loved how Mira had tried to relive the moment by masturbating and pissing in her room and then again up on the roof, but the old hotel was clearly the better option, as we didn't have to be careful with the furniture or anything else. And, somehow, I found that it was more powerful in a small group. Nguyet and I knew each other for almost eight years now and had done pretty much everything imaginable together, apart from anal or whipping.
When we got to the hotel, the door was closed but not locked. I asked Mira to push it open, so that I could drive into the lobby. Nguyet hollered through the atrium from somewhere up on the third or fourth floor that we shouldn't lock the door, as she had to run an errand. Fair enough. I just grabbed Mira's hand, and we walked up the stairs, passing Nguyet on her way down. Hoang hadn't arrived yet, but Nguyet assured us that he'd get there in about 20 minutes or so. In other words, they'd be back roughly at the same time. After Nguyet had pushed her Honda outside downstairs and pulled the large metal entrance door closed, all of a sudden, Mira and I were alone in this huge, empty building.
In many ways that felt like a dream, but we both knew that the others would be back soon, which dampened my enthusiasm for immediate nefarious savageness. Instead, we just let the silence of the glorious old chandelier weigh on us. I asked Mira if she didn't have an idea for a blasphemous game for one of the next sessions here, when we would be six Atalar Escort (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) or even eight people again. She thought about it for a minute and then shook her head.
"Not really. But we could do some sort of hide-and-seek... all naked... or a scavenger hunt," she finally proposed.
"And if you find someone, what do you get?" I got curious.
"A wish will be granted... or she or he can do whatever..." she giggled.
That 'he can do whatever' echoed politically incorrect through the whole building and then even seemed to linger for a bit more.
"Well, we could also ask the others... Nguyet always has rousing ideas," I added half-heartedly and suggested we go all the way up to the fifth floor, where she hadn't been yet.
I liked the view over the park from the balcony on the front of the building.
"Perhaps some other time," she responded listlessly, and we just turned into the third-floor hall to go to the kitchen.
Bevor we sat down, we kissed and I let my hands travel all over her body. She was wearing a simple black dress, made of stiff, thick cotton. It had little in common with the proverbial 'little black dress', as it was too big for her and bought off the peg. She was also sporting Teva sandals with a lot of Velcro, which suited her bisexual personality, though: Mira was a tomboy and played sports. So if she wore a dress, it wouldn't be very feminine and that she had combined her dress with those hiking sandals underscored both of her sides. Since we were still huddled up together and standing, I touched her thighs under her skirt and then slowly traveled up, until I reached her panties and felt her large clit through the front. I noticed that we were both panting.
"C'mon, we'll go upstairs. Perhaps the others won't be back for another half-an-hour..." I fired off on a whim.
As we both seemed horny, perhaps there was a chance for some sort of quickie, before the others would be back. And even if they caught us: there wasn't much we hadn't done together, anyway. Mira thought about it for a bit but then nodded, and so we sauntered back through the hall, past all those empty rooms, towards the landing. But between the third and fourth floors, we heard the large metal harmonica door downstairs screech. Well, those 20 minutes hadn't passed, but Hoang didn't know that Mira and I would have loved to be alone for another 30 minutes. But then, on the other hand, I didn't even know what we could have done during that time, and we were slated to meet the four of us together today. In the end, it was probably better to save our sensual energy for after lunch.
Mira knew as well as I did that Hoang was coming upstairs and that we thus wouldn't engage in any kind of ribaldry. But almost automatically, we still continued our way up to the fourth floor. We turned to the right, towards the front of the building, where the balcony was a few floors above the entrance. We passed an old wooden bench again, but unlike all the other times I had seen it, it triggered something in me that day.
"Hey, Miraculous, not now, of course, but some other time... can you stop while you're peeing?" I asked her.
She waited quite a bit with her answer, until I had pried the balcony door open and we had stepped outside.
"I don't know... but I could try. Why?" she giggled.
I lit a cigarette and told her the epic story that I had once read at Jenny's house, three summers ago, before she had gone off to college. I had helped her to conduct an empirical sociological study, for which we had chosen 'Sexual experiences among my class mates' as topic. One of the girls had described in quite some detail how her boyfriend used to lie down on the family couch, while she would sit on the armrest, over his face with her naked ass, with her feet dangling 'outside', so to speak, and then pee in small installments while he was licking her. To round everything up, the young guy purportedly even wore her panties like a beanie. That image of the young couple and the sofa had been in my mind ever since, but I had done something similar only once, with Tina. I'd been hankering for the real thing for quite some time now.
Mira blushed: "I've long thought that I had a depraved imagination, but you..." she laughed. "But, no, sure, if that turns you on... if Hoang wasn't downstairs, we could do it right now... although I don't really need to pee right now, anyway..." she giggled.
"Perhaps later. Or next week..." I said before we kissed again.
I pressed her small butt once more through her skirt and noticed that her 'dress' was actually a two-piece, shirt and skirt outfit. At some point, my hand had slipped up her bare back. Anyway, it didn't really matter. Curiously, she didn't seem to wear a bra, though. Nice.
Coming back from the balcony, we stopped at the wooden bench again, which really seemed ideal for what I wanted to do. Eventually, this simple bench here would be discarded, so it didn't matter if we peed on it. And the tile floor below was easy to wipe. No one but Atalar Escort Bayan (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) us came here, and the whole building aired out nicely because of the openings above doors and windows. I looked at Mira who nodded barely noticeably, with her lips pursed. Neither of us was saying anything, though. Was she thinking of peeing on Hoang, instead? She probably couldn't wait to shove her tiny white ass in his face. Well, actually, I would probably watch. And stroke my dick while doing so. And then come on the two of them.
Hoang had apparently heard us, as he was now coming upstairs. He nonchalantly tapped his ash on the floor, but then I tried to explain what Mira and I had just envisioned. I couldn't be sure if he got it, but when we were all laughing, the door went again downstairs. Nguyet was back, and we would now go and eat in the kitchen. Or the room on the fourth floor with the beds in it. Either way, we probably all felt like diving to the grounds of our sensual gathering today. But having Mira piss on me in small installments while I was licking her was a splendid idea. Absolutely. Phenomenal.
And so we went one floor down again. Hoang had put the beer and ice already on the table, and Nguyet fired up the cooker. She took some veggies out of the fridge, and we others sat down, cracked some beers open and then settled in. Nguyet mentioned that she wanted to go upstairs to eat and put a few things on the table to take with us. Hoang talked to Nguyet across the room, as she was the only other person who spoke Vietnamese fluently. I thought about what to say to Mira, but didn't want to plan the next hour. If she liked, though, Mira could perhaps share how everyone at the school thinks there had been a dog on the roof.
"Well, somehow the idea with the scavenger hunt or the hide-and-seek sounds enticing," she began suddenly. "But would you have to do it with the person you find?"
"Perhaps. I guess we would have to come up with some rules. The only thing I can't wrap my head around is that the waiting wouldn't be particularly arousing... you know, you're standing there naked... that's not exactly erotic..." I contended.
"Well, most have their favorite partner, I guess... so they would long for them to find them..." she mused. "But it would definitely need to be warmer than it is today..."
"Sure. Or two people hide together and start doing it, but if someone finds them, they have to swap... or something like that..." I tossed another idea into the conversation.
"I totally wanna try it..." Mira assured me. "But aren't the other rooms all empty?"
"Pretty much... but there is a bit of extra furniture... the spare mattresses, for instance."
But then another idea crossed my mind: "Or we set up a whore house!"
Mira laughed, saying that she never had been to a brothel.
"Well, see... perhaps we could arrange for three or four rooms for different proclivities..."
I couldn't finish my thought, though, as Nguyet had come back to the table and handed me a plate with fried fish balls. After Mira had swung her backpack over her shoulder, she received two little bowls with sauces and a small plate with cucumber slices, while Nguyet asked Hoang to grab the beer and ice. We waited until Nguyet got the chopsticks, more bowls and glasses, and then we all left to go upstairs.
Nguyet was wearing relatively thick tights or stockings, I noticed walking behind her. Well, it was already November and a tad nippy and grey, perhaps 80 degrees, still. But especially women got cold quickly in the tropics: When I was still living on 'my' little South Seas island, it had amused me to no end that everyone got their sweaters out after a downpour, when the temperature had hit an all-time low of 79 Fahrenheit. Or, Nguyet was planning a rousing game for later, for which she need stockings as a prop.
Upstairs, in the only remaining furnished room, where our orgies normally took place, not much had changed since last week: there were still the two tables and about eight chairs, the double-bed and the single, but the tables were now separated with four chairs facing each other in between them. Apparently, Nguyet had conceived a plan, for which the seating arrangements needed to be different. Initially, the two tables had been put together on their smaller sides, but now, she wanted us to sit between them. So, we divided up food and put about one half on each table, before Mira sat down next to the same table as Hoang, while Nguyet was sharing the other table with me; again, sitting along the same, longer side. Perhaps Nguyet wanted us to be able to see each other's exciting, depraved acts better, as things had been partially hidden by the table between us the last time.
The way we were seated in a circle or square, our knees almost touched. We began to eat; the sweet potato slices that Nguyet had fried were absolutely divine and went really well with the fish balls. Everything felt more like snacks than an actual meal, but that was fine for what we were about to Escort Atalar (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) embark on. Nguyet looked surprisingly prim and proper, almost conservative, in her blouse and skirt with the pantyhose, but Mira's young, long legs had already separated under her skirt. Now, she was even taking off her sandals, like she was getting ready, but then Nguyet asked what my plan was with that silly blindfold that I had brought here a few weeks back.
After I had chewed my food, I got up to fetch it, and when I was back, I explained:
"Well, you know I'm not a huge fan of those 'so, now we're all here and will fuck a bit' beginnings... and so I always look for more charming ways to have a lead-in..."
It seemed like everyone was mulling my words over, as no one said anything. It was so quiet that we could hear each other's chewing the fish balls and sweet-potato slices. At least, Nguyet remembered to translate for Hoang now. And so I continued:
"Well, one day I had the idea that the guys could put on the blindfold and then try to sniff the ladies to identify who's who. Or the girls take a cock in the mouth and then guess whose it is. Or the guys have to guess who's blowing them."
Mira nodded placidly, like she needed more time to think about it. Perhaps she was looking for an objection, but her smile told me that, by and large, she liked the idea. Mira was bisexual and, sure enough, now she asked if she had to decide on which side she wanted to be on:
"Now, could I also sniff the ladies' butts?" she giggled.
"Sure you could! Anyone can take a cock in their mouth, too. Even Hoang," I laughed and raised my beer glass in his direction.
Nguyet translated, and we all clinked our glasses.
"Don't get me wrong, but what's the point?" Mira contended, surprisingly harsh. "Do you want to know who can do it best, like in a competition?"
I thought about it for a second: "No, I don't think so. I just want a charming, fun beginning for our orgy. I don't want to turn this into some tournament. Although we could... whoever wins is granted a wish..."
"What could that be, though?" Mira kept asking, while Nguyet was looking at Hoang longingly.
"You get to pick your first partner. Or what to do with him or her... but for the game, we should perhaps be more people than we are today..."
Hoang was done eating and lit a cigarette. Seeing him smoking with relish triggered the same urge in me, and he tossed me another beer as well. Nguyet, the fabulous host she always was, put some fresh ice in my glass and said somewhat enthusiastically:
"I don't see why we couldn't do a little trial run right now..."
Mira clapped her hands in front of her face like a little girl and exclaimed: "Oh, yes!"
As this all had been my idea, which I had also touted from time to time, I couldn't say 'no' now, and Hoang also nodded, slightly bemused. Sure, why not?! The more I thought about it, the more I liked that it had been Nguyet, a woman, who had started it today and, of course, I liked that finally, a long-cherished wish of mine was coming true. And, with the ass-sniffing, we had the sensual beginning that I loved and believed we needed so much.
Like she couldn't wait, Mira reached under her skirt and unceremoniously removed her panties, which she then twirled triumphantly around on her index finger, before she put them on the table to her right, next to her plate. Since Nguyet was hesitating with her pantyhose, Mira didn't lift her skirt up yet.
"I propose that the guys get their penises out first," Nguyet only said, licking her lips.
Well, I needed to pee first. Once in the bathroom, I took off my underpants but put my pants back on, as I believed that looked hotter, just like a woman exposing her snatch with her dress or skirt still on. When I had sat down again, I got my cock and balls out, which I draped nicely on the black fabric of my dress pants. Not that I wanted to pull a Mapplethorpe--my dick wasn't impressive enough for that--but I still thought that there was something about that interface between nature and culture that was presenting itself on my dress pants here, especially since my balls came nicely into their own, as they were squeezed by the relatively narrow opening of my fly.
Hoang followed suit, while Nguyet had grabbed the blindfold, perhaps asking herself if she or Mira should start. We pushed two chairs next to each other, and Nguyet asked who would begin. Mira, in turn, was looking at our half-erect cocks, like she was going to cheat, almost, but said she would. Nguyet put the blindfold on our bisexual beauty from the Philippines and then threw a punch in her direction. When Mira didn't flinch, we knew we were ready to start.
Hoang and I got up and made some shuffling noise, so that Mira wouldn't be able to tell who was sitting where. When we tried to switch seats once more, though, Nguyet put her index finger vertically over her mouth and motioned us to remain in our respective chairs to not do what Mira might expect. Nguyet took Mira's hand and guided her towards the first cock, which was Hoang's. Mira had never had it in her mouth, as far as I remembered, but since there were only two in the room, the one that didn't taste or feel like mine must have been his. And it was just a fun game, anyway.