The Old Vacant Hotel
Chapter 12 - A very wet Lunch
Last week, I had finally seen Sally again. Her actual name was Quynh, and she was pretty tall and had a model figure, including formidable breasts. Which had inspired me to ask her - upstairs on the secluded veranda of our favorite coffee shop - to take her bra off to, later, present me her naked boobs in public by pulling down the elastic band across the chest on her simple, light summer dress.
So that one of her boobs could snap out nonchalantly, during our conversation. Sally had liked the idea and gladly obliged, which then had led me to conceive the idea that we could walk through town together like this. During our stroll, she could occasionally pull her dress down on one side and flash her boob - or both - if there was no one in sight.
Yes, although I would have called myself a thigh-and-ass guy all day long, Sally's tits were quite something. And flashing them in semi-public places made them even hotter; particularly, since Sally appeared somewhat straight-laced, was super intelligent and hard-working, had a decent job and not exactly a taboo-breaker.
Last week, Sally had sounded super-excited about the prospect of exploring her newly-found exhibitionist side but now, her courage seemed to have left her again: Yes, she still wanted to meet with me, but do without the stroll through the narrow alley ways of our nondescript town but, instead, sit down across the street from the vacant hotel, in the park.
I wanna test it there, first
, Sally had written. Okay, at least, she was going to flash her boobs, from what it sounded like. Well, readying herself for such a charming but also slightly depraved transgression would take time, of course, and so I agreed to her plan to start in the park, as I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable when she was spending time with me.
Sally offered to buy lunch and so, I promised to get us some drinks, in turn. Like almost every day in March, every year, it was warm and sunny with blue sky, and when I stopped to get us some beverages at the small store near the hotel, I could already see her sitting diagonally across the street, about thirty or forty yards away.
Sally wasn't wearing one of her ultra-light summer dresses with the nifty elastic band across her chest, it seemed, but a nicer one in mauve, under a light, blueish cardigan. I parked my Honda outside the hotel, since the wide street had an elevated median that was embellished with shrubs, flowers, and palm trees, and then hopped across with the bags with the drinks and ice.
The city had just cut the grass on the median, I noticed as I was waiting on it for a car to pass, but then I crossed the other two wide lanes. I cleared my throat, as I was approaching Sally, but still startled her, since she had expected me to pull up on my motorcycle and park it next to hers on the sidewalk, behind her back.
Between the bench on which she was sitting and the street, which wasn't busy at all around lunchtime, were perhaps seven or eight yards: first, the soft shoulder - with more freshly-cut grass - then a fairly wide sidewalk, plus a low wall and, lastly, some area of grass again, inside the park, so that we were in a public place but still somewhat secluded.
Sally was right: It was probably better to test here if she would get a kick out of flashing her boobs in public than it would have been downtown. Inside the park, there was a large shed, which looked like an old maintenance vehicle, where sometimes city workers would take their lunch break.
Yes, technically, we could be seen, which clearly added to the titillation.
At least, for me
. But Sally was obviously sensitive enough to realize that a secluded room wouldn't offer the thrill that we both were seeking, as she had picked the location, and I was sure that we both would get our kicks out of the somewhat bold arrangement.
I wasn't a big friend of talking about in advance what lewd things we were going to do, but there hadn't been another way, had there
?
I could have told my muse Nguyet, who then could have told Sally what I had in mind, but those two didn't know each other too well. They worked at the same company but in different departments.
No, that would have been pretty contrived
. But I couldn't have waited for Sally to conceive the idea to flash her gorgeous boobs in public, herself.
I would still be waiting
. Mira would have done it, perhaps, but her flat, disc-like tits were too small to have the impact of Sally's, which were malleable and could be seen from the distance.
Nguyet's were sagging too much, and Quyen, the young HR lady from the International School, wasn't adventurous or beautiful enough. No, it was part of the appeal and allure that Sally was drop-dead gorgeous, cultivated and modest. She had even put her straw-hat back on now, which made her look like a young lady from some French Impressionist painting, with her Prince Valiant haircut.
Yes, I had always thought that Sally had fallen out of time, for the lack of a better expression. She somehow reminded me of a silent-movie star, which I had never told her, though. She was self-confident and knew she looked drop-dead gorgeous but, still: She could probably not relate to silent movies and would perhaps not take it as a compliment.
"You look lovely. As always," I told her now, after I had sat down, perpendicular to her, with my legs spread and the right thigh under the back of the bench.
Sally didn't reply but just smiled coyly, also a tad mischievously, and was now watching me checking out her substantial bosom, which was heaving nicely under the blueish fabric. Her cardigan was already unbuttoned and ready, and I even thought that I could sense her nipples through the material of her dress.
Could that be? Well, if she wasn't wearing a bra...
"There was someone over there, earlier," she nodded toward the maintenance crew's abode with her chin.
I didn't see anyone, when I looked but, yes, the door was open. Around noon, though, the workers had already eaten and were now taking a well-earned nap, I surmised.
"Well, you d-don't... have to... do.it," I stammered quietly, alluding to the moment about which we both had been fantasizing for a week: "We could also just go across the street, to the hotel. Perhaps go all the way up to the roof," I added, sketching an alternative.
"Oh, no... no," Sally was quietly determined.
She turned a bit toward me and pushed her hat back, so that it was resting on her lovely head in like a 45-degree angle. Her left arm was on the back on the wooden bench, and now, she crossed her right leg over the other.
To celebrate that we were here together, able to enjoy the beautiful, warm lunch hour - after a long, grey winter, which hadn't been cold, at least - I cracked a can of beer open, which I then offered her, first. She took a modest sip, before she admitted that she only brought cookies. We agreed that we could go for lunch later, after our loin twirl across the street.
Sally now pulled her cardigan further open, to the sides, to that I would see her chest better. Yes, I definitely could sense her nipples under the fabric of her dress. They were probably pumping already. I noticed that the dress had a button-down front, while Sally enjoyed my warm shower of admiration.
Yes, her mauve dress was stunning: it looked tailored, had a top-part that resembled the color of her cardigan - but was more mauve than light-blue - while the skirt consisted of dozens of burgundy, light-blue, and mauve rectangles, while the relatively large buttons were brown, looking like wood.
Since we knew why we were here together, I reached for Sally's ample left breast, which was closer to my right hand on the back of the bench. She clearly enjoyed the tender sensation, but kept scanning our surroundings carefully to see if there wasn't anyone watching.
Apparently, there wasn't anybody, as Sally now opened the first button on her front. Of course, I still couldn't see her breast, but it increased the area of silky-smooth white skin that I was now able to admire.
Plus the joy of anticipation which, I was sure, we both we beginning to feel.
I also felt an urge to kiss her, but people could have seen that from the maintenance shed. When I glanced over again, I realized that the windows were kinda high up on the walls, so that someone who wanted to watch us would had have to remain standing inside for the whole time. As of now, there wasn't much to see, though.
No, they were probably all taking a nap inside. If they were still eating lunch, they would have gathered outside, as it was a pleasant day. And so, I opened the second button on Sally's dress, which allowed me to peek at the onset of her breasts. Sally had an impish smile on her face, as if she did find everything alluring and couldn't wait for the next step.
Oh yes, I was chuffed that I had had the idea, even though we weren't walking around town for our exhibitionist game or play. But the semi-public conditions here in the park were definitely titillating enough, especially for our very first time. I felt the onset of an erection and took another sip of the beer, which I had placed back in the bag with ice to keep it cool.
About the moment I was asking myself if Sally's pussy was getting wet, she told me blatantly that she had prepared herself for backdoor sex. Well, that was good to know, but her bluntness had almost been brutal, coming from such a modest young woman. I didn't know what to say but handed her the beer can, which she finished and then disposed in the waste bin next to the bench, behind her.
The fabric of Sally's dress was a bit thicker than the one last week, but it was still pretty light. Her waist almost looked like a wasp's, and I noticed that her skirt ended like four or five inches above her knees. Which allowed me to look at the two birth marks she had on her left shin, close to her knee, which were of an odd, brownish-greenish color.
Waiting for Sally to flash her boobs seemed to impede the flow of our conversation, though. But then, talking wasn't what we had come here for, and so I just opened the third button over her chest and pressed the fabric down a bit to get a better look of her firm, soft flesh. Doing so, I checked if Sally felt queasy, but it didn't look like it.
After Sally had rearranged the fabric once more, I was now able to see a bit of her décolleté and noticed that we both were heaving and panting slightly, but then she shared that she had spoken to my muse Nguyet, at work:
"Yeah, we even had lunch together, later, in the cafeteria," she added, but then one worker stepped out of the shed between and behind two dozens of trees, perhaps 35 yards away.
He completely ignored us, however, and just went around the large shed. Well, for someone who saw us here, we were just a couple enjoying our lunch break together, although that was a bit unusual in Vietnam, where everyone tried to take a nap after the second meal of the day, which was eaten early, around eleven.
Of course, no one would have suspected that the proper young lady here would get her tits out in a moment. But, like I said, it was definitely arousing enough, here, at the park, even though no one knew what we were really up to.
Sally had been right
.
"Nguyet told me about the new 'clinic' across the street," Sally giggled, adding air quotes with the upper digits of her index fingers.
"Well, you could start there, as an intern or assistant," I told her semi-facetiously: "Do you still want to do that gangbang with five or six guys? You know, you kneeling on the bed, in a miniskirt, without panties, and everyone... " I was curious.
"I don't know..." replied Sally, evasively, a tad more coy than I had expected.
