Surreptitious Love Ch. 86

Chapter 86 — Nguyet wants to see me at her Office

‚I need to see you. Ideally, today or tomorrow!’ Nguyet had written. Usually, it wasn’t that urgent. Well, that same day, I didn’t have time but I knew I could go to visit her the next. I asked myself what was up, though; it almost sounded like her family was in difficulties. But perhaps everything was harmless. Or maybe Vu, my former student and her beau, with whom she was having a six-month-long affair, had broken up with her? That would be a bummer, sure. Or had the message just been the beginning of some titillating role-play? Well, I would find out soon.

My new, blind massage friend Hanh was menstruating anyway, so that we weren’t going to see each other, even though I would totally have banged her during the time her body was releasing some tissue and blood. Why not?! I found that that the lubrication even added to the experience, but I wasn’t sure if young Hanh would have been comfortable with that. Hanh and I had discovered each other’s bodies over the last three weeks during various sensual massages, and a few days ago, we even had fucked for the first time. Generously, my mature friend. Yen had offered us her house when she had to go to see her dentist.

Mrs. Yen understood how much Hanh and I liked each other and would probably let us fuck at her house once more in the near future, but for now she was keen to hammer out the details of those new pussy massages that Hanh was going to offer at her aunt’s parlor, where she also lived. Yen wanted to know, for instance, how we could advertise the delicate offer discreetly, to which I suggested to simply let the word-of-mouth do its work and perhaps add a small, non-descript sign in the parlor lobby, something like ‘relaxing massages, especially for women.’ I was going to help the venture by buying some vouchers, which I would then give Mira and Nguyet, for a start.

It was Mira’s birthday on April 9, and if she liked the massage, especially the pussy part, she would probably slowly spread the word among our young colleagues at our school, which would add another ten potential customers who could have their pussies polished once a month. Nguyet surely had more ideas how the word could get around, too. There were dozens of women at her large real estate company, who would have use for a gentle, yet professional treatment of their treasures.

Getting the vouchers was much quicker and easier in the end than I had thought. Mrs. Yen and I met for lunch, after which we drove to Hanh’s aunt’s massage salon, where Yen introduced me as her niece’s ‘massage friend’ and asked if I could get three vouchers, as I wanted to give two to Mira, since her roommate and fuck-buddy Carol was going to get one as well. Obviously, Hanh’s aunt didn’t have any proper, printed coupons yet but wrote something on letterhead paper. While we were waiting, I leaned towards Mrs. Yen and asked her if those vouchers included the ladies’ pussies. When the question was relayed to the proprietor, she nodded with pursed lips, like she was impressed how thoughtful I was. I asked for the price, and we agreed on 250,000 Dong, which is about eleven bucks.

We didn’t see Hanh, unfortunately, but perhaps she was upstairs, working. When we left the house, I put the three vouchers under my seat, and we ended up talking some more. Mrs. Yen’s husband was working morning shift that week and would be home soon. We agreed to meet with Hanh again to ‘try a few more things’ the following week. So far, Hanh had neither washed my dick nor massaged it extensively. And then there was the special massage with Hanh’s upper body all oiled up that we had talked about but never done, either. I saw Hanh’s oily breasts caressing my stiff dick in my mind’s eye when we were saying goodbye.

Eventually, we drove off in different directions. I was glad I had the vouchers and hoped that Mira and Carol would go and get their massages together. I was longing for Mira’s juvenile, androgynous body — and Carol’s perky little ass, which I had never seen naked. I still didn’t know if Mira had told Carol that she had an affair with me or if the latter would be interested in a threesome at all. Perhaps Hanh’s massage would somehow trigger something. And I was sure that Nguyet would enjoy getting her glorious pussy treated professionally by Hanh’s cute little hands. I wasn’t going to tell her what the massage entailed, though, as I liked it better to have that come as a surprise to her. I imagined the three ladies’ faces when Hanh, the blind, nimble masseuse would ask them to take their panties off so that she could pluck and fondle their labia.

When I arrived at Nguyet’s model home where she worked, selling units in the newly emerging suburbia of our small, provincial town here in Central Vietnam, I smoked a cigarette before I went in. She had one last customer before the long lunch-break: a middle-aged gentleman, and so I just took a seat and read the brochure for the housing development for the sixth or bursa escort eighth time. Nguyet had only nodded at me, as the other guy didn’t need to know that we knew each other, and now she asked him to take his seat across from her at her desk, which provided me with the opportunity to take a closer look at her ravishing outfit, beautiful eyes, and hot figure.

Nguyet was wearing a navy-blue business suit with a skirt and light, almost white stockings or pantyhose, which were relatively coarse, though. Under her blazer, I saw a grey blouse, which was complemented by a red-and-blue kerchief. She looked like a First-Class flight attendant. Her hair was longer again, but she still had it parted on one side, with lovely bangs in the front, and pinned-up in the back. The longest bangs on her temples framed her face beautifully and reminded me of Hanh. Nguyet looked cute, hot, and sexy, and I instantly wanted to seduce her.

Since Nguyet had gotten up again to fetch more papers, I readied myself for a longer waiting time. Her little butt had looked scintillating when she had walked back to the shelf. As the other gentleman was immersed in some documents, I got up and told her in English that I was getting lunch. I drove half a mile to a decent rice-&-chicken place and then went back. The client was packing some papers in his briefcase when I arrived, and I put the styrofoam containers with the food on the other desk where no one was sitting. Nguyet got up to accompany the customer to the door where they said goodbye amiably. When he was gone, Nguyet turned the key in the lock, which I had always liked. We were alone, and the debauchery could begin.

“Oh, Ben,” she sighed, though.

Well, perhaps there wasn’t going to be a tantalizing role-play today. I didn’t say anything but just raised my eye-brows, encouraging her to tell me more. When she didn’t reply immediately, I asked if she wanted to go upstairs. There was a kitchen, where we could sit and eat. She nodded but remained seated at her desk.

“Vu had to go back to Pleiku.”

Her young lover was studying forestry up in that small mountain town. He had done a long internship near our town, during which their affair had developed but now, he was apparently gone.

“Oh. Did you have a chance to say goodbye properly?”

I could have said ‘fuck’ instead. And her answer along those lines came promptly:

“Yes, fortunately. He was here two days ago, and we did it. Three times,” she added, still staring at her computer screen.

The young man’s prowess was impressive, and it reminded me of our plans to drive out to the hot springs together to bang Nguyet into oblivion. Which hadn’t been Vu’s or my idea but hers. Well, that rumpus would have to be postponed till the summer now.

“Ben,” Nguyet began again, “I think I’m addicted to sex.”

That came totally out of left field.

I frowned: “What makes you say that?” I asked her to buy time.

“Well, I sit here every lunch break and masturbate,” she admitted.

“So do I. I mean, I also masturbate almost daily,” I tried to comfort her.

She snorted and laughed briefly, but then she shook her head: “Ben, every morning, I look at the clients, and if there’ some good-looking guy, I imagine how he bangs me here on my desk. Do you do that, too?” she asked rhetorically.

“No, I don’t. But I work with 25 young Vietnamese women, half of whom I would gladly bang on any desk. You remember how much I lusted for you when you were still with the school … and wanting sex is just natural at your age,” I tried again to console her.

To not lose traction, now that we had already touched the topic ‘sex’, I asked her instantly where she masturbated.

“Mostly here,” she told me.

For a split-second, I thought she was telling fibs, but when she actually blushed, I changed my mind. It did seem to embarrass her. She stopped clicking around on her screen but was still looking at it. Her left thigh looked hot but, otherwise, I wasn’t able to see much of her, the way she was seated. Her blouse was of fairly thick material, and she was also still wearing her blazer. Now, she pushed herself away from the desk with her feet and looked at me, like she was planning the next steps. My dick was pumping a bit in my pants, but I wanted to eat first as I was hungry.

But just when I wanted to remind her to go upstairs, she reached under her skirt and pushed her pantyhose and panties down her thighs, like she wanted to pee. She seemed to have an imaginary handsome customer in mind to whose sight she was going to masturbate now, like I wasn’t even in the room. She pushed her stockings further down to her knees and then looked at me. Slowly, she put her right hand between her legs, where she started to rub her labia and clit. It felt like a demonstration of what purportedly happened here every day.

Her skirt was still covering most of her midsection, but I could hear the smacking of her fingers in her juicy snatch. Apparently, she was already bursa escort bayan wet, and the whole thing became more believable. Was Nguyet addicted to sex, though? To me, she was just a 34-year-old woman in her prime who had a healthy appetite for sex. She had been almost 30 when she finally had allowed me deflower her, and then her body had gotten used to regular sex. But perhaps, now the time had come to abstain for a while?

Well, her quiet moaning and the rhythmic smacking of her juices in her honeypot had left their mark on me, and so I nonchalantly took off my pants and underpants. I put them on the chair next to me and began to stroke my rod. Like she wasn’t even in the room. Of course, she had noticed, and now reciprocated by completely taking off her stockings and panties, which she carelessly let drop on the floor. Then she sat down again and continued to stimulate her wet sheath. She seemed to have two or three fingers inside herself — I still wasn’t able to see it as her skirt and hand were blocking the view — but the thrusting kinda gave it away. The palm of her hand smacked her bush and thigh once in a while, but the noises were somewhat subdued.

Now, she pulled her skirt up, so that I could get a good view of what was going on. She also slid forward on her swivel chair and spread her legs further. I kept stroking my shaft, exceedingly happy about this tantalizing live-show. As things stood, a pussy massage from Hanh’s hands would have been the most fitting thing to do right then, although my young blind friend’s hands might have been too small for our hungry Nguyet right now: she could probably use a dick more. Well, since I had just bought the voucher I would give it to her later. Perhaps the massage would distract her from Vu and help her focus on the gentler, more sensual aspects of sex.

Nguyet was panting with her mouth open and began to rock in her chair. When she stopped to take a break, she let me admire the whitish foam that her fingers had produced beating her cunt. The whole area looked sticky, and there seemed to be some thick, viscous grool on her perineum. There was even a drop on the tile floor already, and I was happy that there was no carpet here in her office. Like I wanted to piss her off, though, I ignored the ribald scene, like it was strictly her business but not mine, until she shot me a sinister, almost vicious look and asked what I was waiting for:

“I didn’t ask you to come here today, so that I could watch you jerk off …” she said.

“I get that,” I replied laconically and got up.

I went over to her chair, reached around her knees and lifted her up onto her desk. I pushed a few things aside, while she lay down and reached into the hollows of her knees to position herself. Acrobatically, she now even placed her knees under her upper arms, which she had only done once in our long fucking career. Her pussy had opened itself in the process, and I unceremoniously pushed my rod slowly inside her. She clenched her teeth but obviously didn’t want to show any signs of weakness, since she had just demanded I shove my cock in. I began to thrust and soon my balls were hitting her perineum frequently. We looked deep into each other’s eyes, and admired how hot she looked bundled up here on her desk.

What made our ribald fuck really special, though, was that she was still formally dressed from her waist up — still wearing her blouse, blazer and even the kerchief. While I was banging her, I wondered if she took all her clothes off when she masturbated here in her office? Probably not. Perhaps she needed to fuck with one of those handsome customers she fantasized about, which might entice some to buy a home from her? But then, most of Nguyet’s customers were married, so that wasn’t such a great idea, after all. To make sure Nguyet wasn’t going to complain later, I stopped thinking and focused back on banging her quite hard. Without haste, I unbuttoned her blouse and pushed up her bra to squeeze her small tits and watched with glee how the small fuck-bundle here on the desk was shaken with every thrust. Seeing and touching her tits gave my horniness another boost, even though I wasn’t too fond of them.

Nguyet looked a little like she was about to weep. Her face was contorted, but she also seemed relieved that my fat dick and glans were polishing her treasure rather nicely. I put one hand on her wet, foamy perineum and tickled her anus from time to time and even dunked my balls into the little puddle of juices that had already formed here on her desk. The hottest thing was, though, how she was holding her head up, so that she could watch herself getting fucked. Nguyet’s succulent swollen cunt was by far the hottest I knew. Only Hanh’s tiny snatch played in the same league. But Nguyet’s bush was larger. Anyway, everything was tantalizing to the utmost.

When I finally came, I squeezed Nguyet’s boobs harder than ever before, like I was upset and wanted to hurt her. In the end, I just had no control of what I was escort bursa doing. I roared towards the ceiling, while Nguyet was only whimpering and wailing. She let go of her legs, which then fell next to mine in front of the desk drawers. Her thighs were nicely pressed now and appeared more womanly. I watched her cute, slightly hairy lower legs with perfectly round calves dangle for a bit, while she lay down completely and stared at the ceiling. She was panting like she had just completed a marathon. Good salacious Lord! And I had assumed that Nguyet’s family was in dire straits! Ha! All she needed was a good fuck. The poor woman hadn’t done it for two days!

At some point, I pulled out and a viscous brook of various juices began to flow down her perineum, onto the desk, from where it, ultimately, dripped onto the floor. Nguyet quickly put her panties back on to harness the liquids and then smoothed down her skirt, before she wiped the desk with her pantyhose. Finally, she took off her jacket and relieved herself of the kerchief, which looked nice but must have been too warm. Holding her soiled stockings in one hand, she dabbed my glans, laughed, and nodded with her chin over to my clothes on the chair. She probably wanted me to take my stuff upstairs with me and then she got a few napkins to wipe the floor.

“Do you have fresh clothes here?” I asked slightly concerned.

She was sweating and, apart from her bra perhaps, no item that she was wearing was clean after our rumpus. Her skirt had a large wet stain on the back as well.

“Yeah, I have pretty much a complete wardrobe here,” she nodded.

Once more, she pointed over to the other desk with her chin, reminding me to take the food upstairs with me as well. When we got to the kitchen, she relieved herself of her bra but put her blouse back on for now, which she didn’t button up, however. She still seemed out of breath, and her hands were shaking when she opened her styrofoam container with the food. She got up again and brought chopsticks, two glasses with ice, and a Pepsi to the table, while I put my underpants back on. We ate quietly, as frazzled as we were, before she talked about Vu and her voracious appetite for sex again, which still seemed to bother her:

“Well, sure, Nguyet, you’re missing Vu but until you were 30, you lived without sex …”

“Ben, you’ve read my diaries, so you know that it did bother me that all my girlfriends were getting married and, presumably, having sex … it hurt that — apart from you — no other man was interested in me …”

“Did you actually start masturbating then?” I wanted to know.

I couldn’t remember reading anything about it in her diaries, even though they were pretty frank.

She shook her head: “No, Ben, that was an absolute taboo …”

I thought about tossing the voucher for the massage into the mix right then but, in the end, it didn’t seem to be the right moment. Nguyet had never mentioned that she had received a massage, and I didn’t want to divulge what was coming at her. But, hold on! If she pledged that she was going to abstain from sex for a while, the massage could provide some stimulation and also compensation for the dry spell. And if we played our cards right, we could turn this whole thing into a month-long titillating role-play. Nguyet could pretend to be prudish and inexperienced again and then loosen up bit by bit …

“Ok, so Vu is gone for now, until the summer, and we can only see each other once or twice a month. I’ve often wanted to re-live our first months together, though. What about you?” I asked her.

She looked at me with interest but seemed to be waiting for more ideas or details.

“Forget about fucking for a while. Relax. Go and have a massage or whatever. And during that time, I’ll write to you on Facebook or Zalo that I still love you and that I want to spend two hours with you at a hotel …”

“To even propose that would have been an insult five years ago …” Nguyet said indignantly.

Apparently, the role-play had just begun. The force of her conviction was stunning.

“I know. And then you keep me on tenterhooks, enjoying your power … but, somehow, you are also intrigued by the prospect of having sex, finally … and then you slowly change your mind …”

In my mind’s eye, I saw all kinds of rousing moments: Oh, would she allow me to fuck her briefly fully dressed? I imagined her wearing a dress, then pulling her panties down and then we would lie down on the bed here in the bedroom in semi-darkness … oh, man, that was hot: she would probably try to get me off her and complain endlessly about what I was doing, which would only turn me on more …

I didn’t know if she was entertaining similar thoughts, but that was maybe for the better for the role-play. But, knowing her, there were also some sensual scenes playing behind her forehead. We had finished our food in the meantime, and now she got up and opened the one button on the waistband of her skirt, before she pulled the zipper down on the side and let the skirt drop to the floor. She yawned and stretched, while I admired her furry triangle under the thin fabric of her cum-soaked panties. She looked down on herself, giggled, shrugged shoulders, and pulled her underwear off her legs.