The Old Vacant Hotel

Douglas Van Wyck:

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 11 - A lovely Reunion with Sally

"Ben! Be-henn!!" a young woman was calling me, when I stepped out into the sunshine, after being at the dingy post office for twenty minutes.

Disoriented, it took me a while to realize where the voice was coming from, but then I saw Sally waving at me across the street. Her actual name was Quynh, but she had adopted the name

Sally

when she was still in school. Vietnamese students often did that when attending English classes with a foreign teacher, who often had difficulties pronouncing Vietnamese names.

Nimbly, Sally was now stepping through the thick motorcycle traffic but then instantly apologized that she didn't have much time. She was wearing a lovely thin summer dress, as it was March and pleasantly warm. She still had her unusual, curly hair in a Prince Valiant haircut, which I had always liked. She was pretty tall and had a model figure, including relatively large breasts, which was also unusual:

"Are you still working at VSIP?" I asked her, as I couldn't think of anything more original.

Sally nodded but then surprisingly asked if our orgy troupe was still meeting at the old vacant hotel:

"Yep, but it's different now," I replied, hoping that she wouldn't ask me for more details.

Sally perhaps wanted more information, but didn't ask. She nodded and was biting her lip; perhaps she didn't know how to continue our conversation from here. To alleviate the awkwardness, I asked her if she was still together with Vu, a former student of mine.

"Yes, it's all good. We wanna get married next year," she laughed, though, as if she wasn't entirely sure if that was what she wanted.

Or if it would materialize

. Well, this year was still young, but her boyfriend Vu had just joined us at the hot springs the previous week. I wasn't sure if Sally had explicitly approved that. Or if she knew about it at all. Well, that was between the two of them, and I wouldn't bring it up, in all likelihood.

At the thermal springs, I had also seen that Vu still had the hots for my muse Nguyet, who Vu couldn't marry, though, as she was more than eleven years older than him. And then, Nguyet had met Hiroshi, who was in all regards a better match.

And they also loved each other dearly

.

Like pretty much every human being, Sally had unfulfilled wishes and desires, however, of some of which I was even aware. With her previous boyfriend, Thuan, who I didn't know personally, she had once spent a whole day at a cheap hotel, where they had watched porn and fucked in between, like four or five times.

Ever since then, Sally wanted to do it with six or eight guys, but we had done it only with Charlie and Vu once, right after Sally and the latter had met. Charlie was in Saigon, however, and together with his ladyboy, Sawan, from Laos. Knowing Charlie, he wasn't too keen on a gangbang with a young woman those days.

Sally and I had said goodbye, in the meantime, during which I had caught myself staring at her décolleté and substantial bosom, which was rare among young Vietnamese ladies, just like her hairdo. Since I was still thinking of her chest the following day, I sent her a message on

Zalo

, which was a social networking service, here in Vietnam.

I simply asked her to go for coffee - with Vu, if she wanted to - but, of course, I was hoping that she would join me at the older vacant hotel afterwards. When she didn't reply for a few days, I also began to think of her anus, which was strikingly, well... beautiful: a hazelnut-brown inverted cone, which was relatively large and soft, with nicely serrated walls.

Sally's sphincter was perfectly framed by a darker brown oval, which made the whole area look like an escutcheon - right smack above her peach, between her light butt cheeks. No, this orifice was too charming and enticing to just defecate with and through it. It called for tender play and gentle penetration, after I would have sniffed and licked it profusely.

And I was even harboring another fantasy about Sally: Once, she would have to take off her bra and then pull the elastic band on her light summer dress, across her chest, down, in a semi-public space, such as an alley or a shopping mall, so that one of her boobs could snap out.

Or both

. Yes, Sally's breasts were quite something, not only because they were larger than Nguyet's or Mira's.

As substantial as Sally's boobs were, they sagged a bit, while her crimson areolas faced outward ever so slightly. When we first met, Sally seemed a tad embarrassed about her large bosom, but it had turned out that she had just played coy to be coquet. Soon thereafter, she had warmed up and turned out to be rather adventurous.

Back then, Sally had just broken up with her strikingly handsome beau, Thuan, and was in the mood for adventure; perhaps because of that fateful day at that cheap hotel, where they had watched porn and fucked profusely. The funny thing was, though, that Sally had dumped Thuan, after she had found out that he was also banging her mom - or even her sister, too - when Sally was on her frequent business trips.

Since Sally had developed some software for the company, she frequently had to travel around the adjacent provinces when there was a glitch.

Or something

. As far as I knew, Sally had never caught her mom with Thuan red-handed - neither her sister - but condoms had been missing from her desk drawer at home, and her mother had been in exceedingly good spirits every time Sally, who was still living at home, had returned.

Did she know more, now? Had Thuan confessed to having banged her mom and/or sister?

I probably wouldn't ask directly, but perhaps steer the conversation in that direction. After all, I didn't want to stir up bad memories in her but, on Sunday, Sally had said that we could meet two days later, at the coffee shop we always went to.

Sally had also told me that Vu wasn't going to be there, but I couldn't be sure if that was a good sign or not. Probably, as she would be freer afterwards, presumably, but then, we had had sex once, the three of us, back on that day with Charlie. So, that would have been another option.

For some reason, I believed though that it would be easier for her to get her boob out at the café if her boyfriend wasn't there. Nor anyone else. I remembered him playing with her tits fondly through the thin fabric of her bra and dress, right around when they had just become a couple, but getting one out in public was yet another story, it seemed.

I was also still thinking about Ly and her project to get pregnant, without a husband. But I didn't want to be nosey and blatantly ask Ly where she had been the previous week, when she had been ovulating. Perhaps Hanh's, her niece's boyfriend Minh had been in town, and they had just completed the act in the private sphere of their home.

I would find out

.

Eventually

. Since Sally knew that the upstairs veranda at the coffee shop would be ideal for our rendezvous, she was already sitting at the only table up there. In a light summer dress, roughly the way I had envisioned her. She had already received her milk tea and was writing something on her phone.

I had ordered a coffee downstairs, before I made my way up the rickety, rusty spiral stairs, which started to vibrate as soon as someone put their foot on the first step down there. Which was like an alarm, should we get carried away in our love play, upstairs.

Unfortunately, my favorite petite waitress, Trang, didn't seem to be working today; maybe, she had just moved on. I hadn't been here for a while; the last time had been two months back with Mira, on the day I had later met Sawan, Charlie's girl- slash boyfriend from Laos.

The rather attractive woman with a cock

.

After I sat down, I lit a ciggy, realizing that I had absolutely no idea how far Sally would be willing and able to go today. Somehow, she seemed to know, though. Yes, she deliberately hadn't brought Vu, although he worked in a pretty relaxed environment at the forestry office, west of town, where - like pretty much everywhere in Vietnam - the lunch hour lasted for two-and-a-half hours, if not longer.

And Sally had always enjoyed the sex with me; partially, because I was tall and somewhat imposing, she had told me once. Tall girls, such as her, often looked around in Vietnam but all they could see were guys their height. Once, we even had been to the hot springs west of town together, just the two of us, where we concluded our rousing session with her first anal intercourse, ever.

After which she had mirthfully peed on my belly, with my slightly limper cock still being held captive by her anus. Her outer labia formed a nice boat hull, too, while her bush just above and around her lips was dense and pitch-black. This beguiling, wild arrangement was now just four feet away from me, lying dormant under two, presumably, thin layers of fabric.

Of course, my mind's eye projected her hairy triangle as well as her boat hull onto her dress, but I couldn't tell if she was doing the same with my balls. Which were

the largest set she knew

, she had once told me. When Sally was finally done with her phone and had put it back onto the table, next to her drink, we began to talk:

"So, how's everything?" Sally asked me, and we exchanged some pleasantries, before she inquired about the vacant hotel again, to which she had only been three or four times with me, but much more frequently with her girlfriend, butch Emily.

Since I wasn't sure if Sally had entirely pleasant memories of that relationship, I decided again to not ask too many questions. Emily could be quite demanding and had later drifted into BDSM quite heavily, partially with Mira. More interesting would have been to know if Sally was still dreaming about that gangbang with six guys, but it seemed too early to ask.

Yeah, she had told me, back in the day, that there had been a girl in school uniform kneeling on a bed, in that particular video. The young unknown actress was surrounded by like ten guys in black boxer shorts who were masturbating but then pushed their throbbing knobs, one after the other, into the girl's pussy, without actually fucking her.

Of course, I had asked Sally what exactly she found so arousing about being a cum bucket, but she had only shrugged her shoulders, admitting that, yes, we should also bang her, before we would come inside her. I still liked the scenario, and if Sally really wanted the action, we could probably find a bunch of guys who would be in.

Not eight, though; maybe more like five

.

Perhaps six, if she could muster the courage to also have her ex, Thuan, there

. In the meantime, I had noticed that Sally was sporting one of her bras with translucent plastic straps again, of which I was never too fond. Yes, she was wearing a dress with spaghetti straps and probably didn't want her bra to dominate, but one could still see the bra straps, as they were light-brown.

And kinda ugly.

"Do you remember, Ben, the last time we were here?" she asked me now, more or less rhetorically.

Most people called me

Ben

, here in Vietnam, as

Douglas

was too hard to pronounce for the Vietnamese. I wasn't even sure if Sally knew my real name. Well, maybe Mira told her once, as she used to hang out with Emily and Sally quite a bit. Of course, I could have told Sally to call me by my real name, as her English was excellent, but she was used to

Ben

.

And I still remembered her yelling

Ben-Ben

, as I was fucking her ass on the edge of the pool, at the hot springs, while I was standing in the water.

Douglas-Douglas!

would have been odd.

"Yes, the last time we were here, you had just been to Vu's show, the previous evening, and the two of you were in the process of becoming a couple."

Vu played the guitar in a local band.

"And then the four of us did it, together with Charlie. He stroked your penis when you were kneeling on the bed and couldn't really see it," Sally remembered, giggling.

The three of them had been sitting behind my ass, yes. I had always harbored the suspicion that Charlie had wanted to touch my cock. Ok. And now, he was together with a lady who had a dick.

Perhaps that was really perfect for him

.

"But do you remember what we did first, up in the room?" I tried to build her a bridge.

"

Hmh

. Well, you were sitting next to me, but then... oh, yes, you asked me to take off my bra, but not show you my boobs yet," she giggled: "Vu and Charlie were behind us, at the window, smoking."

"And then, after a minute or two, I pulled your dress down on one side, and your breast snapped out, yes..."

Sally chuckled, as if she remembered all the details - and had enjoyed showing off her assets back then. The way she was looking down on herself now, she seemed to be entertaining the idea of doing it again, right here - which was exactly what I had hoped for.

We then caught each other checking out our surroundings: The café here was squeezed in between two taller buildings, which didn't have windows on their side walls, as so often in Vietnam. In the front, on the sidewalk, there was a large tree, just as in the back, although the latter was slightly smaller.

And here, on the veranda itself, there were tons of plants, standing and hanging. Like I said, there was only one table up here, with four chairs, but the buzzing of the spiral staircase announced ten seconds in advance if someone was approaching. Like now, as the young waitress was finally bringing my coffee and an ashtray.

I lit another ciggy, but then Sally asked if I also remembered the day we had met:

"How could I ever forget that day," I nodded and smiled, before I added an emphatic: "Oh, yes!"

Now, Sally decidedly looked and sounded as if our coffee house visit today would be capped off by chipper loin twirl. The day we had met, Mira and I had been at the vacant hotel together, where we had sat on the fourth-floor balcony, first. Sitting on my thigh, Mira fed me her little boob, which she had gotten out from her white bra, under her salmon-colored blouse.

Later, we went in, and I lifted her little butt - without panties - over my face. Mira was still wearing her navy-blue skirt, while she was blowing me, but then we had peed concurrently for the first time ever. Her skirt kept the aroma in, enwrapping my head like a bell, and the odor and the ensuing rapture almost caused me to pass out.

After a quick shower, we were lying on the big double bed, naked, when Sally and Emily appeared in the door. We had left the entrance downstairs open, since Mira had said Charlie might join us. Emily and Sally didn't come closer during those awkward first five minutes but then, the former resolutely undressed, which broke the ice.

And driven Sally into my arms, as Mira and Emily, who were both bisexual, instantly discovered the hots for each other. Step by step, Sally also relieved herself of her clothes, apart from her skirt, but now I was curious how she had perceived the whole incident:

"Taking off your blouse and bra was quite an effort that day, huh?" I tried to make light of the situation.

"Oh, yes, sure... but then, you were all naked already. What was I supped to do?!" Sally asked rhetorically, shrugging shoulders and making a cute duck face.

Sally had, that day, taken off her white blouse and bra, after Emily and Mira started to jerk me off. The closer we came to my eruption, the more worried Sally must have grown about her clothes. And so, she presented me her naked boobs, onto which I eventually splashed.

After a half-an-hour break, we reunited over at the window, where we ended up amusing ourselves with some intercrural action. I would never be able to forget how my cock was peeking out from under her bush, between her legs, which we had seen in the window pane, since it was a dark, gloomy day, around Christmas.

Sally had also been pretending that she was still a virgin, but I was still glad she had put her high heels back on, as her butt then had the perfect height.

"Remember my cock peeking out between your legs, directly under your pussy?" I asked her and lit another ciggy.

"I'd love to see that again," she chuckled, and so I proposed we swing by the old hotel, after we had finished our drinks here.

"That's what I'm here for, Ben," she nodded self-confidently.

As the chips were falling in place so nicely, I asked her to remove her bra and then let one boob snap out, after a hiatus of five or ten minutes, to make it appear more spontaneous.

That would be our foreplay today, here, at the café

.

Sally double-checked the surroundings again and, yes: We never had a naked chest here, only pussy under a skirt. Mira twice, and once Thanh, wearing her infamous altered black pantyhose that was open in the crotch. But still, one couldn't have seen it, unless he or she was sitting up here on the veranda.

Naked tits would be a different story, for sure. Now, Sally got up to go downstairs and use the bathroom. She promised to take off her bra there, which seemed a tad odd, as she would have to parade through the café with her bra in her hand. But then, there were hardly any customers this time of the day.

While Sally was gone, I reminisced some more about the day we had met: Yes, after our intercrural sex, I had splashed my second load onto her mesmerizing escutcheon, without penetrating her anus, of course. I had just pressed my ejaculating glans onto the inverted cone and waited until my seminal glands were empty again.

Mira and Emily had just returned from their shower but instantly became worried that I had fucked our bashful new friend, Sally, in her ass when they saw me standing behind her, at the window, but were relieved when they realized that all I had done was to grace her beguiling brown escutcheon sphincter on the outside.

Which Sally hadn't been able to see, unfortunately

. Now, I could hear her approaching on the spiral staircase and lit another ciggy. Of course, Sally sat back down, and the brown translucent bra straps were gone, yes. She had folded the piece neatly and now stuffed it back into her backpack.

The way Sally was looking at me now - sorta nonchalantly or even challengingly - she seemed ready to pull her dress down on the front at any moment.

On one side or the other. Or even both

. Of course, I felt an erection oncoming, but I didn't want everything to unfold like in a movie script. Or on my cues only, as that would have ruined the erotic suspense.

But Sally seemed to understand that, as she was just lolling and squinting into the sun, enjoying the first or second really warm day after a fairly mild, but grey winter. I, on the other hand, was absentmindedly watching the cigarette smoke rising but also furtively glancing at her chest, where I noticed that her boobs were further down on her torso now.

Of course

. Her dress was the petrol-blue one with thousands of tiny roses, which she had worn in my presence once before. She also had a blouse of the same fabric, which Sally had sported on the day at the hot springs. I finally took a good look at her legs, too, which were also rather long and pretty much had the perfect shape.

Her dress wasn't exactly flimsy but thin, and Sally seemed to have pulled it deliberately toward her lap already, as I was able to see the lower half of her thighs completely. Now, she crossed her legs, which revealed her left leg pretty much completely. Although there had been cues, we still had managed to get a nicely sensual chamber play going, yes.

Sally had just placed one hand on the left spaghetti strap of her dress, when we heard the metal stairs buzzing faintly. Now, the waitress was coming up again to refill our tea glasses, as is customary at coffee shops in Vietnam. We thanked her and then waited until she was gone, but now, the moment had arrived: