The Old Vacant Hotel
Chapter 25 - Another Lunch with First Lieutenant Kim
Eight days ago, I met my muse Nguyet at a charming older guesthouse, which was vacant and being managed by the real-estate company she worked at, where we ended up indulging in a sweet but quite substantial urophilia session.
For a few months now, we were entangled in a rousing, ribald role-play, in which she was pretending to be a First Lieutenant at the Foreign Branch of the Ministry of the Interior, where she and a few other young ladies were trying to recruit bi- or trilingual people for a spy operation, using sex as an incentive.
My fabulous ex-colleague Mira from the Philippines had effortlessly slipped into the role of First Lieutenant Kim's eighteen-year-old stepdaughter Sachiko, from her Japanese husband's first marriage. I knew Hiroshi in real life, but he was a busy Vice Chair of the company where he worked with Nguyet, and so I hadn't seen him in a while. He was quite a sex fiend, who knew how to handle his Samurai sword with skill and panache.
However, it had become Sachiko's strong wish to engage in period sex, after she had watched her purported stepmom and me during the latter's last menstruation.
Alas
, our young menstruating lady wasn't feeling well this week, so that her stepmom, First Lieutenant Kim, suggested we meet just the two of us again.
Yes, last week had been awesome; I saw no reason why our bash this Thursday wouldn't turn out equally titillating. Knowing beforehand that we would - in one way or another - pee onto each other again wasn't quite as beguiling but then, urophilia was such a delicate and piquant pastime that some sort of agreement had to be reached beforehand, anyway.
At least, we didn't talk about Golden Showers directly, as we were finalizing the details of our tryst, although I was darn certain that my muse was envisioning a fairly similar encounter as the previous week. Which was fine with me, as I still remembered the gleeful, jaunty smile on her face during her pussy show, during which she had just let go to kick the party off.
Lieutenant Kim offered again to take care of the drinks and the food, but mentioned that the new sex robot of the division, which was played by our gorgeous young friend Sally, wouldn't be available this week. Just as Nguyet's husband Hiroshi, Sally had to go on frequent business trips, as she was an IT expert who had developed some special software for the company.
She's on a mission in Nha Trang
, First Lieutenant Kim had added in her last message:
But next week, she'll definitely be there
. Perhaps, we would forge plans for the rendezvous with the new sex doll over lunch.
When I arrived at the older guesthouse, First Lieutenant Kim was sitting on her scooter, reading and writing something on her phone. But today, she had notched up her game a bit: Charmingly underscoring her role, she was wearing her uniform cap as well as a grey blouse with red-and-golden shoulder straps or epaulettes.
She had combined her silverish shirt with a navy-blue skirt and, if I hadn't known better, I would have thought that this ravishing petite MILF was indeed working for the armed forces. Or as a train conductor. Now, she grabbed her coat, which she placed on the dashboard of her older Honda, as she was done:
"Have you been waiting for long?" I asked her to begin our conversation.
"Oh, no... about five minutes. But I was about to go in to put the food and the drinks in the fridge," she told me, before she hopped off her scooter.
As we were walking through the semi-dark and relatively cool lobby on the ground floor, no one would have surmised that we were here to pee onto each other in fifteen minutes.
And then, fuck
.
Profusely
.
Or maybe, we weren't going to do exactly the same beguiling routine, as that wouldn't allow sensual tension to build up. Which Nguyet knew, of course. Anyway, going up the stairs, I admired the intricate play of her muscles under the light skin on her legs and already noticed a minor twitching in my cock.
It was a pity that I wasn't able to see her thighs, though, since she was still wearing her skirt. The dividing line between the larger front muscle and the smaller one in the back was nicely pronounced on her little thighs.
Simply divine
. Especially, as she was wearing her lovely black velour pumps.
The fact that First Lieutenant Kim had once more bought freshly squeezed juice told me, though, that she was in the mood for some piss play again. Yes, beer would render the urine smell less pleasant.
She knew what she was doing
.
So that we would be able to simply eat with our fingers, the ravishing young officer had bought
Nem
, which were fried rolls, filled with a puree of potato, carrot, onion as well as various herbs. She now placed the
Nem
on the same oval plate we had used the last time, while I filled our glasses with juice and ice.
Even before we sat down, my brain delivered some scenes of our last session here, when she had taken off her skirt and then enticed me with her densely hairy bush under her undies, before she took them off to turn the moment into a veritable pussy show, with her feet up on her seat. At the end of which she had peed between and on my feet, as I already said.
I didn't want to move, because it was such a great moment
, the dazzling First Lieutenant had later given as her reason. Which probably had a lot of truth in it. And she knew how much I loved such sweet and ribald transgressions from cultural norms. But asking her to do the same now wouldn't have been right, of course.
We could do better
.
So, we kept eating, still dressed, during which I watched her fairly small bosom heaving under the grey fabric of her blouse. Her uniform cap was to my left, over on the other corner of the table. Of course, I asked myself where she had it from; I didn't think one could buy such items.
Or did they sell such things in stores?
The piece probably belonged to a guy, as it was slightly too big for my muse.
