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Chapter 112 -- Mira meets the Electrician</p>
Last week, I had introduced Mira, my young bisexual Filipina colleague to our orgy circle, as the ladies apparently wanted to continue our rousing family role-play with me as father and head of the household. Stunning Mrs. Yen was giving the mother, Anna and Vu our teenage children, while Nguyet, who liked to orchestrate everything, was playing our maid. Last Thursday, during an alleged 'job interview', Nguyet and I had entangled Mira in all kinds of lewd talk and then a cheerful threesome on the double-bed in the only semi-furnished room left at the vintage hotel that was slated for renovation. The whole depravity of our ?family' had successively come to light, but Mira was nonetheless keen--as she told me on the way back--to try her best to fulfil her new role as our English tutor.
Ever since her girlfriend Carol had moved back to the Philippines, Mira had to share a room--and possibly bed, too--with two other young colleagues, one of which, Gabby, was pretty hot as well: Gabby was skinny and fairly dark-skinned, while her shoulders were wider than her butt, which gave her, together with her thick eyebrows, a slightly masculine appearance. I had already asked myself several times if Mira wasn't interested in her. When we were still teaching at the school, I had often bumped into Gabby, who had a habit of lilting and humming, in the fourth-floor kitchen and been excited about her compact ass in her tight blue sports shorts, which probably smelled awesome, too. Of course, I didn't know if Mira was having sex with her, but I sometimes wondered if Gabby couldn't join us at the old hotel, particularly when some of our skeleton crew were indisposed.
My 'wife' Mrs. Yen, for instance, Anna and Vu's alleged mother, again wouldn't be able to join us this week, just like Anna herself, who had college midterms and thus needed to pull some all-nighters. Here in Vietnam, the fall semester ended before Tet, the Lunar New Year, on February 1st, but Anna had promised to be with us the following week, at least. Of course, I asked her to wear those titillating skyscrapers-panties again, which had put me in a state of quasi-religious rupture two weeks back. My former student Vu, who had fallen in love with my niece Giang, had also promised to show up together with her, but when I reminded him that our maid, Mrs. Nguyet, with whom Vu was having an affair in real life, would also be there, he only replied--with the insolence that only teenagers are able to muster: 'Ok, fine. Then, we're not gonna be there at all.'
Well, in some ways that was my fault, as I had introduced my niece Giang to Vu, but now he wasn't even going to show up by himself?! Well, at least Thanh's boyfriend Hoang would be back, as Nguyet had told me. Hoang was tall, super handsome, and fairly quiet, but really looked like Adonis with his longish, wavy, often gelled hair. He also had fairly broad shoulders and dark skin and was probably the most handsome motherfucker in our town. Unlike Vu, Hoang was loyal to his girlfriend, who let him, in turn, join our orgies, as she knew everyone there and had played a pivotal role in getting them off the ground in the first place. Thanh and Hoang were about the same age and slated to eventually get married, while Vu and Nguyet had no future together, as she was more than ten years older than him. And, as hot as Nguyet was, I could completely understand why Vu was drawn towards my niece, who was a somewhat naïve but good-hearted country-bumpkin. With a stunning, supple body.
I felt a bit sorry for Mira, as she was being shunned by our Filipino colleagues at the school: staunch Catholics who couldn't wrap their mind around her outgoingness in sensual matters and her bisexuality. Perhaps Mira needed to leave the confining set of norms and rules of her religion altogether, find herself a Vietnamese boyfriend, and just settle here in Vietnam?! Even though Hoang was taken, Mira could garner some sensual experience with him to get a feel what it would be like. As far as I knew, Mira didn't know any Vietnamese men and, of course, I couldn't be certain if that was even an option, as she swung both ways anyway. But sure, she liked being sexually active and was completely bored after months of semi-lockdown here in our quaint, non-descript town in south-central Vietnam.
If neither Mrs. Yen, Vu, nor Anna would be there this week, I felt like putting the role-play onto the proverbial backburner, but what could we do, instead? Anna and Thanh had prepared a striptease a few months back, but that wasn't going to happen, as they were still busy with their midterm exams. We also had those rousing little notes with ideas for initiating action, but for those we needed to be more people than the quartet we were going to be this week. And there was also the silly blindfold with the bulging eyes, which I wanted to use in a pussy- and ass-sniffing game that I had thought up, but Mira and Hoang had never met, so that wasn't going to work, either. Like I just Atalar Escort (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) said, Mira was now officially our tutor, but her only student, Anna, wasn't going to be there. When I asked Mira, though, what she wanted, she simply reminded me that I was the more experienced one, first, but then quickly and effortlessly managed to slip into her tutor role, saying:
"Well, perhaps you need to explain the position once more."
Okay. Explaining positions was one of my favorite pastimes anyway, and when I picked Mira up two corners away from our school, that plan seemed even better, as she was wearing a rakish, cute sailor suit with a navy-blue-and-white top and a grey-and-blue miniskirt, even though it was a tad nippy. What was slightly weird was that her top had horizontal stripes over her chest, while the skirt was vertically striped. Her décolleté was utterly enticing, nonetheless, even though her breasts were small. I wondered, though, if her gorgeous slim legs wouldn't get cold on the short motorcycle trip but, at least, she was also sporting a grey cardigan.
Since Mira was wearing earphones while we were driving, I didn't even try to make some conversation, but let the film of how our affair began roll in my mind, instead. I saw myself again sitting on the foot end of bed in her room, naked from the waist down, while she was kneeling between my legs blowing me. I remembered her green glasses frame and braces, but she still had been too sheepish to undress. At least, she eventually had taken off her polo and pulled down her undershirt, so that I could fondle her small breasts, while she was diligently treating my cock. Over the next few months, we had successively grown closer, until she had, literally, opened up. As a bisexual young woman with an abnormally large clit plus a heavy Catholic moral background, she had always resorted to blowing guys to remain a virgin, while seeking more sensual relationships with women, which she disguised as tender friendships. Here, at our private English school, Mira had enticed her younger stunning colleague Carol into sharing a room and then bed.
Anyway. As far as I knew, Nguyet had either prepared or ordered lunch today, and Hoang had been tasked to get some beer and ice. The old hotel had a kitchen but was, apart from one room on the fourth floor and the maid's chamber on the sixth, empty. Last week, Nguyet and I had talked openly about all the depravity that went on a few times every month in the building, including some ideas that hadn't come to fruition yet. Of course, everything escaladed quickly, partially because Nguyet was a staunch exhibitionist--and a nympho?--who just loved to parade her Olympus Mons around. I suspected that deep inside Mira was another exhibitionist hidden, but her large clit prevented her from parading her snatch shamelessly around, unless she knew that the others didn't care or even found it enticing, like me. I was optimistic, though, that Mira would lose her inhibitions in our group here at the hotel, so that she could reach new heights of arousal and satisfaction: a few more meetings with Nguyet, Hoang, and me, and Mira would probably propose to eat naked.
Hoang and Mira had never met, but as good-looking as he was, she would certainly blow him, at least. Nguyet also liked him a lot, and since her stallion Vu was kinda out of the picture for running around with my niece, Nguyet was probably keen to fuck profusely this afternoon. After I had parked my Honda next to Hoang's in the hotel lobby, we pushed the door closed again and locked it. Mavel took her earbuds out, put them in her backpack, and we went upstairs, holding hands. When I checked if her legs showed any signs she was cold, she shot me an impish smile; like any woman, she liked being admired, of course, which didn't happen often at the moment, though. But she knew how much I liked her, and we even kissed, after we had admired the classy chandelier once more, before we turned into the third-floor corridor.
In the kitchen, Nguyet was sitting at the table, talking to Hoang who had taken the microwave apart. He, literally, was smoking and had already cracked a beer open. He put his ciggie down to pick up the soldering iron again, and I asked myself if the microwave was really broken or if this was just another role-play prop. Now, smoke was rising from both, his cigarette and the soldering bolt, which somehow reminded me of Christmas. I thought of his cock, too, and began to look forward to watching Hoang mount Mira. And then Nguyet, who was filling rice paper with dough made from mashed corn, diced carrots, onions, and various herbs.
We sat down and offered to help, but Nguyet only waved us off and told us to get a beer, instead. I also lit a ciggie and tried to find out if Hoang was interested in Mira. And vice versa. Unfortunately, he didn't speak English, while she only knew a few words of Vietnamese. In the end, Nguyet would have to translate, but I found this situation less unpleasant as one would think: I had often found myself with women whose Atalar Escort Bayan (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) language I didn't speak, particularly in this part of the world but, ironically, that seemed only to speed up the process. No knowing much of each other's languages was like admitting that, since there was not much else for us to do together, we might as well explore our bodies and then fuck.
"This is Hoang, our electrician," Nguyet introduced him now, like we were still playing the role-play.
Which was cute. She got up and took the plate with the rolls over to the stove, while our handyman rose, too, presumably to go to the bathroom. Ah, Hoang, the electrician. I assumed that Nguyet had told him what was going to happen today, but I liked that little detail. Of course, Nguyet would invite him to stay for lunch, and then he could nibble on the ladies to receive compensation for his kindness and hard, back-breaking labor. Perhaps he would play coy, so that the ladies needed to persuade him, but... yes, I could see that. Not bad, what Nguyet came up with week after week! And, sure, the way she was looking at our electrician here, she could live with Vu running around with my niece, as long as Hoang kept showing up here frequently. Hoang was two years older than Vu and taller, with broader shoulders. Oh, yeah. That would work.
Since he wasn't back yet, I asked Mira if she found him attractive. She nodded and blushed, but didn't seem to want to go into any details yet. She had crossed her legs, but I pushed her skirt a bit back to look at them. When my fingers touched her thigh, my dick started to pump itself up, right when Hoang was coming back. He also looked at our tutor's fresh, flushed legs, before he sat down again. He raised his beer and smiled, which was contagious. And so we grabbed ours and clinked glasses.
"I've invited him for lunch..." Nguyet said on cue, "I hope you don't mind, Ms. Mira..."
"Oh, no... not at all... I mean, I'm a guest here, too..." she nodded modestly and blushed.
"Oh, Ms. Mira, please..." Nguyet cooed, "You'll be surprised how quickly things develop here... soon, you'll be part of the family..."
Mira looked at me and grinned, before she checked out our dapper electrician again, who was wearing pretty new silverish coveralls. He looked spiffy, almost like that work outfit had especially been tailored for him. His already slightly swollen cock seemed to be resting on his left thigh, like a medium-sized cucumber, as I could see under the relatively thin fabric. I hadn't been too horny, but now I couldn't wait to let it all hang out. Literally.
Kinda fittingly, Nguyet asked if she shouldn't just fry one half-batch of rolls to save time. We agreed, and she suggested that we even go upstairs to eat. No one objected, as we all knew that there were two beds and a bunch of mattresses. Both ladies seemed keen on lifting their skirts, but the way Hoang was now soldering again, it looked like the microwave was indeed malfunctioning. Either way, true or another ruse, I liked that little detail, as it was much better than just introducing someone, saying: 'Ok, this is such and such, and we'll now fuck a bit.'
The way Nguyet told us to get up and go, alas, did pretty much sound like 'Ok, we'll go and fuck a bit now' but, at least, Hoang requested another five minutes to put the microwave back together. I lit another quick ciggie and asked Mira what was new at our school, as I was out of the gossip loop, teaching online nowadays from home. The way Nguyet was standing next to me watching Hoang, she seemed positively in love. Barely noticeably, she even thrusted her midsection forward rhythmically. Aah, good salacious Lord, everyone was horny and not making much effort to hide it.
Mira had played with her skirt just a minute ago and flashed her flushed legs, like she was hot--which she was--but Hoang had ignored her. He was too busy screwing the back back on, before he would screw her. Perhaps from the back, too. I had seen her pale turquoise panties, though, which seemed a tad loose. Anyway, I put my left arm around Nguyet and pulled her closer, as Hoang was hitting the top of the thing, so that everything would snap back in place. Then he looked up, nodded, and we all got up. Nguyet took the rolls out of the frying pan, and Mira slung her backpack over one shoulder, before she received the plate with the rolls. I grabbed the beer and ice, Nguyet passed Hoang four glasses, and then we left the kitchen.
As the language situation almost required, we went in pairs: Mira and I followed Hoang and Nguyet, and that's also how we came to sit across from each other at the table. Hoang cracked two beers open, while Nguyet arranged the food and I put ice in the glasses. Mavel 'combed' her hair with spread fingers and then put her glasses in a case, which she then deposited in her backpack, which she had taken upstairs for some reason. Wonderfully sensually aggressive, she put one foot on the seat of her chair; perhaps only because the tiles felt cold, though. Escort Atalar (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) Or not to lose time. I was surprised when I noticed that our confidently stylish Nguyet was wearing a dark bra under her light, thin blouse, but wasn't able to tell if Hoang's cock had shriveled back, as the table was between us.
Nguyet was taking care of our electrician since he, like I just said, didn't speak English. And, according to his role, he wasn't supposed to make any move. Mira and I chatted about her hometown in the Philippines, which was on the same island as Manila. Nguyet seemed to have her right hand already on Hoang's left thigh, and after he had looked at Mira for a prolonged period, he was marveling at the lady next to him again. I had never spent much thought on the matter, but he really seemed to like her. Nguyet, in turn, was moving her hand now, as I could see on the muscle and tendon play under the skin of her right arm. I put Mira's skirt back in her lap to look at her panties again, which were indeed slightly too big for her. Perhaps they were Carol's. I could kinda peek inside and saw her brownish pubic fur, which wasn't nearly as dense as Nguyet's. Cheeky as she was, Mira changed and now put the other foot on the seat, the one closer to me, presenting me her lap like a gift.
I thought again of her utterly rousing ruse last Christmas, when she had presented herself in PJ's in bed, but with her pants pushed down to her thighs. Since she had covered the rest of her body with light blankets, all that I could see of her when I entered the room was her light brown bush. I had caressed her midsection tenderly for perhaps 15 minutes, before I ended up fucking her without a word spoken between us. I would never forget the sight of her pubic triangle amidst the fabric and the blankets on the bed, which back then she wasn't sharing with a roommate. She had bared her pussy--and, somehow, also her soul--that day, and now, her exhibitionist streak had gotten the better of her again. She smiled alluringly, sure of the intense appeal she had. And the power.
Across the table, it looked like Hoang had put his hand between Nguyet's legs in the meantime, under her skirt, and now they kissed profusely. Mira as well as I were too fascinated to start our own love play though, and chose to watch what was going on the other side, instead. Nguyet and Hoang unbuttoned her blouse together now, before both of them worked on her spiffy, dark-green lacy bra, which they didn't remove for some reason but just pressed down onto her belly. As her shirttails were open, now her nipples were looking at us. Hoang licked his fingertips and began to circle and caress them tenderly. The two of them literally looked like they had just fallen in love.
Well, it was about time: I let my hand travel up Mira's legs, like a spider, and entered the moist biotope under her panties. Her wool wasn't as soft as one would have expected but, in parts, she was already wet. I felt her large clit and sticky cleft, which prompted her to throw her head back dramatically. She moaned quietly and closed her eyes, just like Nguyet across the table. Mira shaped her mouth into a small 'o' but, unlike Hoang, I could relinquish my pants easily, which I then put on the chair next to me. When I was looking at Mira again, she nodded and closed her eyes, which certainly meant that she wanted me to take her panties down, didn't it?
Done, I put them on top of my pants behind me and adjusted my chair, so that I was facing her left side from really close. Mira nodded me at once more and then at the other two, and so I turned my head. Young buffalo that Hoang was, he was thrusting in her sheath with his fingers, while their tongues were dancing like serpents. I combed Mira's bush a bit in the meantime and regretted not having any sashimi, which I could have dunked in her snatch. Finally, she reached for my cock, a bit like one does driving stick shift, and began to stroke it. The way she was looking at my glans, I thought she'd make me cum in her mouth. I borrowed some nectar to twiddle her clit, while her head was shifting between watching my fingers down there, following Nguyet and Hoang, and smiling in my direction. In the meantime, Hoang had taken off his coveralls, sat down again and taken Nguyet onto his thigh.
Now, he finally removed her blouse and bra, and the two of them pushed their chairs back a bit, away from the table. I asked myself why we didn't just go over to the beds but, then, this here was actually pretty hot: two ladies and two guys, mirrored, enjoying the quickly accelerating sensual titillation. I thought of my two hours with Anna a fortnight ago and kinda wished she'd be here with us, right when Mavel reached into her honey pot to load some grool onto my nipples. Nguyet was moaning mightily over on the other side of the table, as Hoang was polishing her G-spot, probably with two fingers. If not three. Suddenly, Nguyet shrieked and a little fountain began to spurt from between her legs. Cascades of translucent drops were emanating from under her mesmerizing bush and landing not far from my left foot here under the table. Right when I marveled how pure and fresh the elixir had been, Nguyet completely lost control over her body and peed towards us in a high arch. The noise and smell were mesmerizing.
Last week, I had introduced Mira, my young bisexual Filipina colleague to our orgy circle, as the ladies apparently wanted to continue our rousing family role-play with me as father and head of the household. Stunning Mrs. Yen was giving the mother, Anna and Vu our teenage children, while Nguyet, who liked to orchestrate everything, was playing our maid. Last Thursday, during an alleged 'job interview', Nguyet and I had entangled Mira in all kinds of lewd talk and then a cheerful threesome on the double-bed in the only semi-furnished room left at the vintage hotel that was slated for renovation. The whole depravity of our ?family' had successively come to light, but Mira was nonetheless keen--as she told me on the way back--to try her best to fulfil her new role as our English tutor.
Ever since her girlfriend Carol had moved back to the Philippines, Mira had to share a room--and possibly bed, too--with two other young colleagues, one of which, Gabby, was pretty hot as well: Gabby was skinny and fairly dark-skinned, while her shoulders were wider than her butt, which gave her, together with her thick eyebrows, a slightly masculine appearance. I had already asked myself several times if Mira wasn't interested in her. When we were still teaching at the school, I had often bumped into Gabby, who had a habit of lilting and humming, in the fourth-floor kitchen and been excited about her compact ass in her tight blue sports shorts, which probably smelled awesome, too. Of course, I didn't know if Mira was having sex with her, but I sometimes wondered if Gabby couldn't join us at the old hotel, particularly when some of our skeleton crew were indisposed.
My 'wife' Mrs. Yen, for instance, Anna and Vu's alleged mother, again wouldn't be able to join us this week, just like Anna herself, who had college midterms and thus needed to pull some all-nighters. Here in Vietnam, the fall semester ended before Tet, the Lunar New Year, on February 1st, but Anna had promised to be with us the following week, at least. Of course, I asked her to wear those titillating skyscrapers-panties again, which had put me in a state of quasi-religious rupture two weeks back. My former student Vu, who had fallen in love with my niece Giang, had also promised to show up together with her, but when I reminded him that our maid, Mrs. Nguyet, with whom Vu was having an affair in real life, would also be there, he only replied--with the insolence that only teenagers are able to muster: 'Ok, fine. Then, we're not gonna be there at all.'
Well, in some ways that was my fault, as I had introduced my niece Giang to Vu, but now he wasn't even going to show up by himself?! Well, at least Thanh's boyfriend Hoang would be back, as Nguyet had told me. Hoang was tall, super handsome, and fairly quiet, but really looked like Adonis with his longish, wavy, often gelled hair. He also had fairly broad shoulders and dark skin and was probably the most handsome motherfucker in our town. Unlike Vu, Hoang was loyal to his girlfriend, who let him, in turn, join our orgies, as she knew everyone there and had played a pivotal role in getting them off the ground in the first place. Thanh and Hoang were about the same age and slated to eventually get married, while Vu and Nguyet had no future together, as she was more than ten years older than him. And, as hot as Nguyet was, I could completely understand why Vu was drawn towards my niece, who was a somewhat naïve but good-hearted country-bumpkin. With a stunning, supple body.
I felt a bit sorry for Mira, as she was being shunned by our Filipino colleagues at the school: staunch Catholics who couldn't wrap their mind around her outgoingness in sensual matters and her bisexuality. Perhaps Mira needed to leave the confining set of norms and rules of her religion altogether, find herself a Vietnamese boyfriend, and just settle here in Vietnam?! Even though Hoang was taken, Mira could garner some sensual experience with him to get a feel what it would be like. As far as I knew, Mira didn't know any Vietnamese men and, of course, I couldn't be certain if that was even an option, as she swung both ways anyway. But sure, she liked being sexually active and was completely bored after months of semi-lockdown here in our quaint, non-descript town in south-central Vietnam.
If neither Mrs. Yen, Vu, nor Anna would be there this week, I felt like putting the role-play onto the proverbial backburner, but what could we do, instead? Anna and Thanh had prepared a striptease a few months back, but that wasn't going to happen, as they were still busy with their midterm exams. We also had those rousing little notes with ideas for initiating action, but for those we needed to be more people than the quartet we were going to be this week. And there was also the silly blindfold with the bulging eyes, which I wanted to use in a pussy- and ass-sniffing game that I had thought up, but Mira and Hoang had never met, so that wasn't going to work, either. Like I just Atalar Escort (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) said, Mira was now officially our tutor, but her only student, Anna, wasn't going to be there. When I asked Mira, though, what she wanted, she simply reminded me that I was the more experienced one, first, but then quickly and effortlessly managed to slip into her tutor role, saying:
"Well, perhaps you need to explain the position once more."
Okay. Explaining positions was one of my favorite pastimes anyway, and when I picked Mira up two corners away from our school, that plan seemed even better, as she was wearing a rakish, cute sailor suit with a navy-blue-and-white top and a grey-and-blue miniskirt, even though it was a tad nippy. What was slightly weird was that her top had horizontal stripes over her chest, while the skirt was vertically striped. Her décolleté was utterly enticing, nonetheless, even though her breasts were small. I wondered, though, if her gorgeous slim legs wouldn't get cold on the short motorcycle trip but, at least, she was also sporting a grey cardigan.
Since Mira was wearing earphones while we were driving, I didn't even try to make some conversation, but let the film of how our affair began roll in my mind, instead. I saw myself again sitting on the foot end of bed in her room, naked from the waist down, while she was kneeling between my legs blowing me. I remembered her green glasses frame and braces, but she still had been too sheepish to undress. At least, she eventually had taken off her polo and pulled down her undershirt, so that I could fondle her small breasts, while she was diligently treating my cock. Over the next few months, we had successively grown closer, until she had, literally, opened up. As a bisexual young woman with an abnormally large clit plus a heavy Catholic moral background, she had always resorted to blowing guys to remain a virgin, while seeking more sensual relationships with women, which she disguised as tender friendships. Here, at our private English school, Mira had enticed her younger stunning colleague Carol into sharing a room and then bed.
Anyway. As far as I knew, Nguyet had either prepared or ordered lunch today, and Hoang had been tasked to get some beer and ice. The old hotel had a kitchen but was, apart from one room on the fourth floor and the maid's chamber on the sixth, empty. Last week, Nguyet and I had talked openly about all the depravity that went on a few times every month in the building, including some ideas that hadn't come to fruition yet. Of course, everything escaladed quickly, partially because Nguyet was a staunch exhibitionist--and a nympho?--who just loved to parade her Olympus Mons around. I suspected that deep inside Mira was another exhibitionist hidden, but her large clit prevented her from parading her snatch shamelessly around, unless she knew that the others didn't care or even found it enticing, like me. I was optimistic, though, that Mira would lose her inhibitions in our group here at the hotel, so that she could reach new heights of arousal and satisfaction: a few more meetings with Nguyet, Hoang, and me, and Mira would probably propose to eat naked.
Hoang and Mira had never met, but as good-looking as he was, she would certainly blow him, at least. Nguyet also liked him a lot, and since her stallion Vu was kinda out of the picture for running around with my niece, Nguyet was probably keen to fuck profusely this afternoon. After I had parked my Honda next to Hoang's in the hotel lobby, we pushed the door closed again and locked it. Mavel took her earbuds out, put them in her backpack, and we went upstairs, holding hands. When I checked if her legs showed any signs she was cold, she shot me an impish smile; like any woman, she liked being admired, of course, which didn't happen often at the moment, though. But she knew how much I liked her, and we even kissed, after we had admired the classy chandelier once more, before we turned into the third-floor corridor.
In the kitchen, Nguyet was sitting at the table, talking to Hoang who had taken the microwave apart. He, literally, was smoking and had already cracked a beer open. He put his ciggie down to pick up the soldering iron again, and I asked myself if the microwave was really broken or if this was just another role-play prop. Now, smoke was rising from both, his cigarette and the soldering bolt, which somehow reminded me of Christmas. I thought of his cock, too, and began to look forward to watching Hoang mount Mira. And then Nguyet, who was filling rice paper with dough made from mashed corn, diced carrots, onions, and various herbs.
We sat down and offered to help, but Nguyet only waved us off and told us to get a beer, instead. I also lit a ciggie and tried to find out if Hoang was interested in Mira. And vice versa. Unfortunately, he didn't speak English, while she only knew a few words of Vietnamese. In the end, Nguyet would have to translate, but I found this situation less unpleasant as one would think: I had often found myself with women whose Atalar Escort Bayan (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) language I didn't speak, particularly in this part of the world but, ironically, that seemed only to speed up the process. No knowing much of each other's languages was like admitting that, since there was not much else for us to do together, we might as well explore our bodies and then fuck.
"This is Hoang, our electrician," Nguyet introduced him now, like we were still playing the role-play.
Which was cute. She got up and took the plate with the rolls over to the stove, while our handyman rose, too, presumably to go to the bathroom. Ah, Hoang, the electrician. I assumed that Nguyet had told him what was going to happen today, but I liked that little detail. Of course, Nguyet would invite him to stay for lunch, and then he could nibble on the ladies to receive compensation for his kindness and hard, back-breaking labor. Perhaps he would play coy, so that the ladies needed to persuade him, but... yes, I could see that. Not bad, what Nguyet came up with week after week! And, sure, the way she was looking at our electrician here, she could live with Vu running around with my niece, as long as Hoang kept showing up here frequently. Hoang was two years older than Vu and taller, with broader shoulders. Oh, yeah. That would work.
Since he wasn't back yet, I asked Mira if she found him attractive. She nodded and blushed, but didn't seem to want to go into any details yet. She had crossed her legs, but I pushed her skirt a bit back to look at them. When my fingers touched her thigh, my dick started to pump itself up, right when Hoang was coming back. He also looked at our tutor's fresh, flushed legs, before he sat down again. He raised his beer and smiled, which was contagious. And so we grabbed ours and clinked glasses.
"I've invited him for lunch..." Nguyet said on cue, "I hope you don't mind, Ms. Mira..."
"Oh, no... not at all... I mean, I'm a guest here, too..." she nodded modestly and blushed.
"Oh, Ms. Mira, please..." Nguyet cooed, "You'll be surprised how quickly things develop here... soon, you'll be part of the family..."
Mira looked at me and grinned, before she checked out our dapper electrician again, who was wearing pretty new silverish coveralls. He looked spiffy, almost like that work outfit had especially been tailored for him. His already slightly swollen cock seemed to be resting on his left thigh, like a medium-sized cucumber, as I could see under the relatively thin fabric. I hadn't been too horny, but now I couldn't wait to let it all hang out. Literally.
Kinda fittingly, Nguyet asked if she shouldn't just fry one half-batch of rolls to save time. We agreed, and she suggested that we even go upstairs to eat. No one objected, as we all knew that there were two beds and a bunch of mattresses. Both ladies seemed keen on lifting their skirts, but the way Hoang was now soldering again, it looked like the microwave was indeed malfunctioning. Either way, true or another ruse, I liked that little detail, as it was much better than just introducing someone, saying: 'Ok, this is such and such, and we'll now fuck a bit.'
The way Nguyet told us to get up and go, alas, did pretty much sound like 'Ok, we'll go and fuck a bit now' but, at least, Hoang requested another five minutes to put the microwave back together. I lit another quick ciggie and asked Mira what was new at our school, as I was out of the gossip loop, teaching online nowadays from home. The way Nguyet was standing next to me watching Hoang, she seemed positively in love. Barely noticeably, she even thrusted her midsection forward rhythmically. Aah, good salacious Lord, everyone was horny and not making much effort to hide it.
Mira had played with her skirt just a minute ago and flashed her flushed legs, like she was hot--which she was--but Hoang had ignored her. He was too busy screwing the back back on, before he would screw her. Perhaps from the back, too. I had seen her pale turquoise panties, though, which seemed a tad loose. Anyway, I put my left arm around Nguyet and pulled her closer, as Hoang was hitting the top of the thing, so that everything would snap back in place. Then he looked up, nodded, and we all got up. Nguyet took the rolls out of the frying pan, and Mira slung her backpack over one shoulder, before she received the plate with the rolls. I grabbed the beer and ice, Nguyet passed Hoang four glasses, and then we left the kitchen.
As the language situation almost required, we went in pairs: Mira and I followed Hoang and Nguyet, and that's also how we came to sit across from each other at the table. Hoang cracked two beers open, while Nguyet arranged the food and I put ice in the glasses. Mavel 'combed' her hair with spread fingers and then put her glasses in a case, which she then deposited in her backpack, which she had taken upstairs for some reason. Wonderfully sensually aggressive, she put one foot on the seat of her chair; perhaps only because the tiles felt cold, though. Escort Atalar (https://atalar.t2bro.net/) Or not to lose time. I was surprised when I noticed that our confidently stylish Nguyet was wearing a dark bra under her light, thin blouse, but wasn't able to tell if Hoang's cock had shriveled back, as the table was between us.
Nguyet was taking care of our electrician since he, like I just said, didn't speak English. And, according to his role, he wasn't supposed to make any move. Mira and I chatted about her hometown in the Philippines, which was on the same island as Manila. Nguyet seemed to have her right hand already on Hoang's left thigh, and after he had looked at Mira for a prolonged period, he was marveling at the lady next to him again. I had never spent much thought on the matter, but he really seemed to like her. Nguyet, in turn, was moving her hand now, as I could see on the muscle and tendon play under the skin of her right arm. I put Mira's skirt back in her lap to look at her panties again, which were indeed slightly too big for her. Perhaps they were Carol's. I could kinda peek inside and saw her brownish pubic fur, which wasn't nearly as dense as Nguyet's. Cheeky as she was, Mira changed and now put the other foot on the seat, the one closer to me, presenting me her lap like a gift.
I thought again of her utterly rousing ruse last Christmas, when she had presented herself in PJ's in bed, but with her pants pushed down to her thighs. Since she had covered the rest of her body with light blankets, all that I could see of her when I entered the room was her light brown bush. I had caressed her midsection tenderly for perhaps 15 minutes, before I ended up fucking her without a word spoken between us. I would never forget the sight of her pubic triangle amidst the fabric and the blankets on the bed, which back then she wasn't sharing with a roommate. She had bared her pussy--and, somehow, also her soul--that day, and now, her exhibitionist streak had gotten the better of her again. She smiled alluringly, sure of the intense appeal she had. And the power.
Across the table, it looked like Hoang had put his hand between Nguyet's legs in the meantime, under her skirt, and now they kissed profusely. Mira as well as I were too fascinated to start our own love play though, and chose to watch what was going on the other side, instead. Nguyet and Hoang unbuttoned her blouse together now, before both of them worked on her spiffy, dark-green lacy bra, which they didn't remove for some reason but just pressed down onto her belly. As her shirttails were open, now her nipples were looking at us. Hoang licked his fingertips and began to circle and caress them tenderly. The two of them literally looked like they had just fallen in love.
Well, it was about time: I let my hand travel up Mira's legs, like a spider, and entered the moist biotope under her panties. Her wool wasn't as soft as one would have expected but, in parts, she was already wet. I felt her large clit and sticky cleft, which prompted her to throw her head back dramatically. She moaned quietly and closed her eyes, just like Nguyet across the table. Mira shaped her mouth into a small 'o' but, unlike Hoang, I could relinquish my pants easily, which I then put on the chair next to me. When I was looking at Mira again, she nodded and closed her eyes, which certainly meant that she wanted me to take her panties down, didn't it?
Done, I put them on top of my pants behind me and adjusted my chair, so that I was facing her left side from really close. Mira nodded me at once more and then at the other two, and so I turned my head. Young buffalo that Hoang was, he was thrusting in her sheath with his fingers, while their tongues were dancing like serpents. I combed Mira's bush a bit in the meantime and regretted not having any sashimi, which I could have dunked in her snatch. Finally, she reached for my cock, a bit like one does driving stick shift, and began to stroke it. The way she was looking at my glans, I thought she'd make me cum in her mouth. I borrowed some nectar to twiddle her clit, while her head was shifting between watching my fingers down there, following Nguyet and Hoang, and smiling in my direction. In the meantime, Hoang had taken off his coveralls, sat down again and taken Nguyet onto his thigh.
Now, he finally removed her blouse and bra, and the two of them pushed their chairs back a bit, away from the table. I asked myself why we didn't just go over to the beds but, then, this here was actually pretty hot: two ladies and two guys, mirrored, enjoying the quickly accelerating sensual titillation. I thought of my two hours with Anna a fortnight ago and kinda wished she'd be here with us, right when Mavel reached into her honey pot to load some grool onto my nipples. Nguyet was moaning mightily over on the other side of the table, as Hoang was polishing her G-spot, probably with two fingers. If not three. Suddenly, Nguyet shrieked and a little fountain began to spurt from between her legs. Cascades of translucent drops were emanating from under her mesmerizing bush and landing not far from my left foot here under the table. Right when I marveled how pure and fresh the elixir had been, Nguyet completely lost control over her body and peed towards us in a high arch. The noise and smell were mesmerizing.