The Old Vacant Hotel
Chapter 28 - Gemini is getting more and more curious
"Hey, Douglas, do you still want the little waitress to pee on you?" Gemini suddenly giggled, after we had been talking about our work as English teachers as well as her childhood in the Philippines for about half-an-hour.
Since the bar was somewhat raucous and noisy, I thought I might have misheard, perhaps.
How in the world did Gemini know?
I guess I might have told her about my infatuation with the tiny goddess working here, who was only 20 and really super-cute, but I was absolutely certain that I had never mentioned my urophilia to Gemini; not even when I was drunk.
As the latter was blushing considerably, though, I realized that I must have heard right:
"Sure, by all means. But how do you know that I want that?" I asked back right away, somewhat amused, after I had briefly thought about denying it altogether.
But then, Gemini was an attractive and fun-loving young gal, and I wasn't ashamed of my proclivity. I didn't know Gemini all that well, since this was only the third time of being out together, just the two of us, but she didn't strike me as prissy, prim, or prudish.
"Every time, we're here, I can see how big of a crush you have on her. And about the peeing: Mark mentioned that once when he was drunk, just before he went back to Australia... I guess, you told him, at some point. When you were drunk yourself," Gemini chuckled.
"Oh, by the way, Mark just got married to a Vietnamese lady, whose daughter is attending school in Sydney. They've already bought a condo in Haiphong, where they wanna move to in a year or so. He said they still want a baby, although she's already 40," I told Gemini what I knew, covering up the sweet debauchery I had in mind with the petite waitress.
Just as Mark, Gemini had been part of a fairly large informal group of foreign English teachers that would meet here, at the only bar in our town that sold beer on tap, regularly, every Sunday. Until the Brazilian couple decided to return home and the chick from Columbia followed her Vietnamese beau to the Old Imperial City, Hue.
I had stopped attending those Sunday gatherings, since I preferred sipping 30-cent-beers on the sidewalk, at the joint where I had dinner on Sundays, anyway. Instead of driving my Honda through town half-drunk, twice, I opted for staying there, saving myself a bit of money, time, and perhaps, hassle.
Although, we hardly ever saw cops in our town
.
And Olga, a young lady from Russia and her two Ukrainian friends found a new nightclub or disco, and they suddenly had other plans as well, on Sundays. So, after Mark left, the whole posse disbanded over a relatively brief period of time. At least, Gemini had agreed quickly when I suggested two months ago to hang out again, just the two of us.
Funnily, Gemini had just gotten up to use the restroom, shooting me a wry, but also slightly mischievous smile as she was getting up. Which offered me the opportunity to ogle the cute little server again, whose name was Trang. Which was pronounced like
tshang
. Yeah, she was so short that one could barely see her behind the bar, where she was pouring fresh beers now.
Oh, yes: Trang could totally pee on me. Twice, if she desired to do so. With relish. And aplomb. With gushing noises and strong flowery scents.
Savory
. I would - before and after - lick and suck her little snatch, after or during which she could blow me or enwrap my throbbing shaft with her wet sticky sheath and then bob her little ass up and down my rod.
Wheezing and panting. Hollering and squeaking. With her tits bobbing some more
.
I didn't like sitting inside, though, here at this bar. The airconditioned room felt cold, not just in the literal sense but also figuratively. The only redeeming quality about it was that it was easier for me to gawk at the tiny sexy demi-goddess, including her awesome legs when she was parading her nimble young body around.
"Of course, I imagined peeing on a guy, while I was sitting on the toilet," Gemini admitted, right after Trang had put another two ice-cold frosted glasses between us.
A guy
, she had said, though. Not
you
.
"Or a woman, perhaps?" I inquired only semi-facetiously, as Gemini had told the Columbian chick and me once that she harbored lesbian leanings.
"Oh, Douglas..." she giggled bashfully, covering her mouth with one hand.
Apparently, Gemini remembered that I was aware of that facet of her sexual orientation. I was kinda waiting for her to propose changing the topic, but she did seem too fascinated to just let it drop:
"Well, I don't know... if I would do it if a woman asked me. But it surely would feel weird..."
Like I said, we had been talking about work and her youth in the Philippines earlier, which was quite fascinating, of course. Gemini was from some small, poor village right smack in the middle of the island nation; one detail I will never forget was that she had to do the laundry in the nearby river, after her mother had died when Gemini was still young.
It perhaps would have been the right thing to do to inquire further and ask her more questions. But then, she might be embarrassed about her more than modest upbringing. And Gemini was also too attractive to not pursue some - in the widest sense - sensual topic with her; especially, since she had brought it up and appeared to be curious about it.
Just a few days ago, Gemini had posted three photos of herself in a bikini on Facebook, which I simply couldn't forget. My favorite one I had probably looked at like eight times. Gemini's boobs looked nice, while her slim frame was still somewhat womanly, with a nicely roundish, firm butt.
And not too narrow hips, actually
.
Her face wasn't the single most beautiful in the world, but it wasn't at all unattractive, either: Gemini had lovely cheek apples, while her dark round eyes were lively and pleasant. Only her rather large glasses seemed a bit odd. But then, they made her look like a teacher.
Which she was
. Her relatively dark skin was incredibly smooth, however. I always felt that the surface of her body was just screaming
Touch me!
"As strange as it might sound, Douglas: I'd love to watch... I mean, when a woman is peeing on a guy," she chuckled quietly again, as if she was proud that she had built me another bridge.
Before we would continue our conversation, we toasted and then drank:
"Now, how exactly would you do that, with a woman?" Gemini was curious.
Of course
, now she wanted me to feed her imagination with scenes and images. Which was fair enough, and I only too gladly obliged:
"Well, I guess there are, at least, two basic varieties: I absolutely love it when a woman is sitting and I'm kneeling between her legs on the floor. Maybe she places her flat hands next to her pussy and pulls it open. And shows me her succulent flesh inside... and then, she happily pees on my chest... belly... and cock," I laughed, noticing an erection developing under the table.
Looking at Gemini, I realized that she also was breathing more heavily but now, she nodded at me, keen on hearing the second basic option:
"Well, what's even hotter, I think, is when she is squatting over my head, facing my feet. I lick her butt and pussy profusely, and she pees directly onto my face... while she is playing with my dick or even blowing me..."
