The Old Vacant Hotel Ch 18

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 18 - First Lieutenant Kim has a fulminant Surprise

Last week, my muse Nguyet and her young colleague Sally, who I had also known for a year and a bit, asked me to meet the two them at our favorite coffee shop, which had been a first. Unsure who would eventually join me at the old vacant hotel, it turned out to be both: They wanted me to be the catalyst for their first sensual encounter.

Sally had grown curious to explore the body of a mature woman and witness her having sex, since her ex-boyfriend, Thuan had at some point begun to sleep with her mother when Sally was on one of her frequent business trips. She was still relatively young and not bad looking, either, as I had seen once in two photos that Sally, whose actually name was Quynh, had shown me.

As Sally could hardly ask her mother to be present when she was getting banged, of course, but knew that Nguyet and I had been having a six-year-long affair, which had wonderfully spiraled out of hand, she had mustered the courage - partially, since I had suggested it once - to ask her slightly older colleague if she couldn't join us once.

And so, we met upstairs on the secluded veranda of the charming coffee house, before we scooted over to the old vacant hotel - the default location for our debauchery. I stayed in the background for most of the time, however, as our tryst was mainly about giving the younger woman of the two a chance to satisfy her curiosity.

And it was moving, indeed, to watch how much Sally relished approaching a mature woman's body, of course, and we had agreed to meet in the same constellation again this week, but then Sally had to go on another official trip for their company. She had developed some software, thus knew more than anyone else about it, and occasionally had to make her rounds through Central Vietnam to iron out some wrinkles.

Although we would just be the two of us, my muse Nguyet contacted me in her newly adopted role as First Lieutenant Kim from the

External Department of the Ministry of the Interior

. She promised not to use handcuffs or weapons, though, and also not to tie me to a chair.

Our meeting would be more or less of private nature

, she had added at the end.

In passing, First Lieutenant Kim had also mentioned that we needed

to test something

, but I had no idea what that could be. Anyway, what was almost more interesting was that she had picked a different location for our little tryst over lunch: a charming older guesthouse, which had also been empty since Covid.

Two years back, Nguyet had tried to start a charming mock-brothel there, with the members of our orgy posse, which had never really taken off, though. Needlessly to say, I still remembered our rendezvous with Mira, Hanh, Charlie, and Nga there - the last of which had snatched the internal fuck record there, which she had kept until recently, when Nguyet had offered herself in the

Bliss Sweepstakes

at our Clinic for Erectile Dysfunctions.

Nguyet, or First Lieutenant Kim, had asked me to show up at eleven, but there was no need for me to bring any beverages. And so, I went straight to the secluded older neighborhood near the river and the brewery and was happy to see that nothing had changed: the small, older three-story building, of course, still had its wooden shutters and door.

First Lieutenant Kim was already waiting outside, next to her scooter on the sidewalk. Yes, the place looked a bit like it had fallen out of time - a lot like Sally, with her Prince Valiant haircut, which sometimes reminded me of actresses from the silent-movie era. Either way, it was ideal for what we had planned to do, as it was still fully furnished.

The spiffy First Lieutenant was sporting a crème blouse and a vermillion skirt, which was the perfect color to complement her light skin, shiny black hair, and her obsidian eyes. The skirt was open in the front but had another, a kind of miniskirt, sewn under or in.

Snazzy

.

Of course, it was warm and sunny, as always in May, and so the sharp First Lieutenant wasn't wearing stockings or a blazer, and the rakish peaked officer's cap she had to return, as she had told us at the café, the previous week. I wasn't anticipating a complex or sophisticated role-play, but I was sure Nguyet had her reasons why she wanted to hold on to the hilarious spy or Secret Service role-play we had started about three weeks prior.

Even though we would just be the two of us today

. Since the lobby was rather dark, we went straight to the second floor, where she placed the bag with a styrofoam container on the small table in the alcove, before she procured a soda for herself from the fridge and offered me a cold beer.

The petite First Lieutenant put ice in our glasses, before she filled them, and we sat down. I noticed that she was wearing a burgundy bra again, whose straps and cups one could make out under the crème fabric of her blouse. Somewhat surprisingly, she instantly told me that she felt horny, before she crossed her legs:

"If those rolls would get soggy in the box, I would want to do it right away," she was notching up her game: "But then, they don't taste good when they're cold, either."

Pressing ahead like this was a bit unlike Nguyet; especially, since she knew that I preferred building up a proper arch of erotic suspense, first, before we would finally twirl our loins. But perhaps, that got on her nerves sometimes, although she had never said anything to that effect.

"Well, we could a bit... I mean... while we're eating," I told her half-heartedly to mollify First Lieutenant Kim.

She disentangled her legs right away to turn her chair by about 60 degrees, toward me, so that we ended up sitting across from each other along one side of the table, and I could admire her nimble, freshly-shaven lower legs.

"Is there a certain reason behind your...

ahem

, horniness? The sudden increase in your sexual urge?" I asked to not drop the ball and talk about something mundane, before I finally reached for the small fried rolls in the styrofoam container between us, which were filled with a puree of carrots, potatoes, onions, and various herbs.

They were still warm and tasted delicious.

"Well, see Mister Douglas, I'm off the pill now, and just had my first real period again, so to speak... I almost called you," she added a bit sheepishly and sighed.

"Well, you know I'm open to that," I reiterated, although I didn't like the phrase

to be open to something

at all.

"Well, yes, I was there when you talked to Corporal Anh about period sex... I gotta admit the idea turns me on. And, like I said, I was really horny last weekend."

"Next month, perhaps," I almost promised her.

We toasted, before we grabbed another role, each, which were called

Nem

and of which we had more than a dozen in front of us. The guesthouse here had three floors, altogether, and there were three guest rooms on either side here and on the top floor. I wasn't sure if there were guestrooms downstairs or just the laundry and storage facilities.

The floor upstairs was pretty much the same as this one here, although there was a suite with a bathtub; I wasn't sure if the same was true for the second floor, here. Once, Nguyet and I had taken a bath together upstairs, during which her leathery sphincter had warmed up enough to finally consume our first anal intercourse - after months of tender and careful preparations.

The warm wind was wafting through the area, as we were sitting next to an open window. I was looking at the door of the first room on the right, which was ajar and prompted me to ask First Lieutenant Kim to tell me the story of the building since this was, purportedly, my first visit here:

"Well, the

External Department of the Ministry of the Interior

has rented the premises to prepare our secret missions here. I'll show you around, after we're done eating. There's something you need to see," she added a tad cryptically.

I ignored the hint, for now, but asked her if she interviewed the new comrades-in-arms here. A new idea of a role-play instantly popped into my mind, but I didn't say anything. Nguyet only nodded to the interview question but then suddenly asked me to relieve myself of my pants:

"Mister Douglas, I can't help it," she apologized, with her modest bosom heaving, after which she got up to fetch some towels from the room.

On one of which I sat down, after I had taken off my legwear, including my underpants. Carefully, I pressed my shirttails into my groins, so that First Lieutenant Kim could see my pumping cock well.

If she was already horny

. She sighed and took another deep breath but then began to unbutton her blouse to reestablish some sort of striptease balance.

Yes, she was wearing a burgundy bra, but a new one. Or, at least, not the lacy one I knew. This one here looked stretchier and was bare of any ornaments. It looked super-spiffy, though. First Lieutenant Kim slid forward a bit, toward the edge of her chair, before she somewhat crudely opened her legs.

Which was kind of brassy, for the lack of a better term. Or vulgar.

But hot

. Like I said, I preferred the fore-play to be more subtle, but I was sure that this had to happen in exactly that way as part of the overall choreography that Nguyet was envisioning. And yes, now First Lieutenant Kim explained herself:

"You know, Mister Douglas, when we were on the bed together, with Corporal Anh..."

She waited, until I had nodded: "Of course," I added, before I lit my after-lunch ciggy, trying to put on a quizzical look, so she would tell me more.

"Well, I have to admit that... when you... when you said that you want to see my

cunt

... I don't know why... I know it's crude, but... it really

turned me on

, I guess would be the word."

Suddenly, the air was crackling, here in the alcove, like before a massive thunderstorm.

"Well, some... or maybe even many women dig

dirty talk

, I presume. It looks like you're one of them."

First Lieutenant Kim had her hands in her lap, but now she was pulling her skirt back with her fingertips, in small increments. I now saw her white panties, which had already been washed two-hundred times, so that the fabric had worn thin. Behind the white triangle on the front, I could clearly sense her pitch-black Secret Service bush of the same size.

Nonetheless, I nonchalantly took the third to last fried roll, before they would get cold, nodding at the remaining two to tell First Lieutenant Kim that they both would be hers. She didn't care so much about the rolls, however, but was relishing how my fat noodle was pumping in her direction.

If I could have ejaculated at will, I would have aimed at the almost semi-translucent front of her white older panties and indirectly soaked her bush.

But what was the hottest thing she could do now? Take off her blouse and bra? Or, her panties? And then, pee? With or without panties?

I'd never watched her soiling herself but, of course, I would have loved to witness it. In her mid-thirties, my muse was still in the top three of the most ravishing ladies I knew. Yes, her undies would, first, fill themselves, before everything would slowly drip on the chair and then to the floor.

I would probably peel the wet piece off her elegant, albeit slightly short, muscular legs and then carry her over to the bed, where I would eat her wet, savory snatch, before I would unceremoniously mount her. But, at perhaps 95 degrees, it was way too warm to let her piss ferment for half an hour. On her skin, as well as here on the floor.

Surprisingly, spiffy, snazzy First Lieutenant Kim didn't do any of the options but just remained seated the way she had been for the last twenty minutes: in her open crème blouse, with the burgundy bra underneath, her legs spread and her efficacious large black bush semi-exposed under her red skirt, between her little nimble light legs.

Well, to be honest, without even trying, she had effortlessly accomplished the tension between nature and culture which I cherished so much and which I felt indispensable for erotic suspense. The cultural being - First Lieutenant Kim - was showing off her assets, but indirectly. Oh, yes: She was the bee's knees.

To let the tension build up some more, I lit a ciggy, with my naked cock still twitching directly at her. First Lieutenant Kim got up to fetch us another beer from the fridge, which was to my right, in the kitchenette that was located directly above the reception area.

When she was back, standing in front of me, we heard a door slam upstairs, but that was probably just the draft wafting through the whole building. First Lieutenant Kim stopped short for a split-second, but then dismissed the noise with a small gesture of her elegant hand.

Now, the ravishing First Lieutenant proposed to take a shower, first, and so, we sauntered over to the room, where she quickly and unceremoniously took off her clothes, while I was taking off my shirt. As soon as we had turned on the water, she admitted that she needed to pee, and I sat down on the ledge of the shower cabin.

We knew about our proclivities, and First Lieutenant Kim had found out about them during our first encounter, when she and Corporal Anh - Mira - had tied me to the chair. To lick her pussy the way we were arranged, First Lieutenant Kim was too short, however, and so she relieved herself into my chest hair, while I was happily looking up at her and fondling her little butt cheeks.

We didn't talk; she just stroked my hair as if I was a boy who - after several months of severe illness - was finally recovering again. In between, I watched how her frothy, aromatic libation was filling my chest hair, and when I got up again, we washed each other tenderly. When I let go as well, since we were standing under the shower, anyway, she grinned and proposed that we could also pee during sex:

"We'll put some of those old towels under the bed sheets," she explained how she was envisioning the detrimental effects of the whole debauchery.

Of course, First Lieutenant Kim dreamily played with my noddle for a bit when I was done, after which I gently shampooed her large, dense bush. She let me fondle her swollen labia, which were normally beveled, but they were already flushed with blood and almost dangling now, reminding me of slugs after a heavy summer rain.

Eventually, I reached all the way through her legs with one hand, and my fingertips ended up in her anus caldera. As leathery as it seemed, I couldn't imagine penetrating it with my fat swollen glans, even though we had already done that two or three times.

Eventually, we turned off the water, of course, and dried ourselves quickly, but when I thought she would lie down on the bed, First Lieutenant Kim stepped outside for another sip of her drink.

After we had quenched our thirst, she refilled our glasses and put some more ice in them, and the ravishing First Lieutenant facetiously suggested she could lie down on the table, so that I could eat her

cunt

, as she said, but then she had another idea:

"Mister Douglas, as you can imagine, I'm often here, but always in my uniform. Shall we walk around naked for a bit?! I've never done that," she was beaming about the prospect.

"Well, didn't you want to show me something, upstairs?" I asked her rhetorically, as there was no question that we would end up on the upper floor.

"Yes, that's right," First Lieutenant Kim was suddenly excited, clapping her hands.

Well, what could that be?!

I honestly had no idea; partially, as First Lieutenant Kim had already shown me in the shower almost every delicacy a woman's body had to offer. But of course, she had a plan.

Perhaps, she did want to take a bath with me upstairs to soften her leathery sphincter?

Anyway, we sauntered back along the corridor, where she opened two doors to show me that all the guestrooms were pretty much identical. We were holding hands and occasionally kissed quite passionately, during which my half-stiff cock kept banging against her abdomen, as if there was an opening to penetrate.

Eventually, she pulled me on the stairs, up to the third floor. As horny as First Lieutenant Kim had said she was, I expected her to drag me into one of the rooms, where we would quickly end up on one of the beds, of course. But perhaps, that was too easy. After all, she was aware that I usually preferred having a charming longish foreplay to get the juices properly flowing.

When we kissed once more, I placed my hand between First Lieutenant Kim's legs, where I met a sweet stickiness which would clearly have been enough to unite and complete the divine act. But something was up, of course. And yes: Now, in the penultimate room, there was a brightly colored curtain across, behind the double bed, close to the window.

"Behind it, there's a... well, a surprise, Mister Douglas," First Lieutenant Kim was beaming: "But promise not to pull it to the side," she requested, kinda sternly.

Admiring her stunning supple body, I told her that she would be enough:

"Don't you want to do it, First Lieutenant?! On the bed here? We could do it once, and then you show me your surprise. And then, we'll do it again... I mean, if you're so horny, as you've said..." I outlined an alternative.

"No, no: trust me! It's better the other way," First Lieutenant Kim remained firm, as she grabbed my half-stiff noodle and gently pulled me closer to the curtain.

When I was standing directly in front of the drapes, I noticed a hole, which had about the size of a CD, almost three feet above the floor. First Lieutenant Kim was grinning impishly, as she nudged me to whip my cock through the opening, where my throbbing knob met a warm, moist, roundish opening.

Now, it decidedly felt as if a pair of lips was positioning itself and then, the creature on the other side began to suck my cock:

"Oh. The

External Department of the Ministry of the Interior

has a glory hole here, First Lieutenant?!" I inquired about the obvious, while the being behind the curtain kept licking my shaft and rolling her tongue around my glans.

Of course, I was comparing what was now happening to me to the different styles as I familiar with - as it had to be someone I knew.

Was it our dopey ex-colleague, Nga, who did so well here, when we tried to set up our charming mock-brothel, back in the day?

Or, was it my cheeky, androgynous ex-colleague Mira from the Philippines, who was part of our Secret Service roleplay? No, her blowing was more subtle and refined.

Well, Hanh was blind - and her aunt Ly not really into roleplays. So, no, I didn't think it was one of the masseuses.

"We're still testing everything, Mister Douglas," First Lieutenant Kim interrupted my ruminations: "I'll explain more, later. But before, I would like you to try the other hole here as well," she smiled charmingly, pointing at a second opening in the curtain, about fifteen inches to the left.

"Maybe stick your hand through, first," the spiffy First Lieutenant suggested, before she added: "And then, tell me what you can feel."

And so, I reached through the second hole here in the curtain, which was a tad smaller than the first one. It felt like a normal young woman's butt, with smooth, not too small cheeks. No, this wasn't Mira or Hanh's; the butt felt a lot like Ly's, our pregnant masseuse's. Below was a succulent, somewhat hairy peach, of course.

"And, does everything feel natural?" First Lieutenant Kim was curious, wooing me with her gorgeous sparkling obsidian eyes.

"Oh, yeah... it does," I nodded: "But, First Lieutenant, your body is quite stunning as well," I reminded her once more.