The Old Vacant Hotel Ch. 08

"I like that you're both wearing skirts," I began, without having a clear plan: "That's much more conducive to creating erotic suspense. Sure, tight jeans can be hot, too, but eroticism happens more between the ears than the legs."

Mira nodded, as if that made sense to her, but Nguyet removed her bonnet, like she was anticipating that things might get heated, soon. I, on the other hand, folded Mira's skirt back, so that we could see almost two thirds of her perfect young thighs, one of which I then caressed with relish. Also under her skirt, to warm her up.

"But why's a skirt more erotic than a pair of pants?" Nguyet asked her External Advisor.

"Well, if I'm able to see and touch the lower half of a lady's thighs, my mind can add the upper half as well. And what's in between," I chuckled.

"Oh, Mister Douglas!" Mira exclaimed, blushing.

"But couldn't you do that with pants, too?" Nguyet chimed in.

"No, seeing a naked thigh or one in pantyhose under a skirt or dress is much more alluring," I insisted: "When I'm looking at you, Ms. Nguyet: You could be wearing lacy stockings. And no panties, perhaps," I pressed ahead.

"Oh, you again, Douglas," Nguyet was shaking her head, like she was taken aback.

"You have beautiful legs. Both," I paid the ladies a compliment, after I had complained about Mira's flat chest earlier.

The cross section of Nguyet's thighs was wonderfully oval: Seen from the front, her thighs were less than five inches wide, while seen from the side, maybe six. Mira's thighs, on the other hand, were more roundish. But still slim.

But Nguyet's thighs also had a marked dividing line between the larger front muscle and the smaller one in the back. Which I had always found hot. Said dividing line I couldn't see well today, though, since Nguyet was wearing stockings or pantyhose.

As the moment seemed apt, I folded Mira's skirt further up, so that we could see her legs almost completely. But not her crotch. Not yet. Mira explained briefly how she had ended up getting her large tattoo, which I still found completely superfluous, however.

But I didn't say anything. Of course not, after my earlier remark about her boobs being too small. When I saw that Nguyet was playing with the buttons on her shirt, which was almost as long as a nurse's smock, I felt my cock twitch again, but I found our slow chamber play too endearing to be rash or brash and decided not to recklessly plow forward.

And yet, I found it kinda silly to show Mira how a man and a woman had sex. That seemed too far-fetched, in the end. As slowly, as we were moving along, it didn't look as if we would do it twice, either. No, we would just do it only once. Very slowly. Artfully.

"Now, you are working on Mira's legs already, but doesn't one start with the chest?" Nguyet asked, with just the right dose of naiveté.

"Well, yes. But earlier it sounded like Mira didn't want to undress," I reminded Nguyet.

"But don't you want to see her small breasts?" Nguyet was curious, again with a pinch of noble simplicity, but as if we were moving too slowly now, for her taste.

And yes, both young ladies' chests were already heaving, and I could hear them breathe.

"Well, ok," I replied nonchalantly, like Mira's boobs weren't a big deal: "Just unbutton your blouse, then."

As Mira was getting ready for the next step, I folded her skirt neatly but also up a bit further, so that I could sense the dark vertical seam, which split over her clit to disappear into her groins, and the upper half of her slim pussy boat-hull between her legs.

Watching her getting ready to unbutton her blouse was incredibly hot, though. First, she placed her tie on her right shoulder, before she opened the second and third button from the top, while leaving the uppermost button closed. This way, we could take a look at her smooth skin, but not much more.

Which was fine. I took the liberty, however, to also open the fourth button, so that we could see a bit of her lacy white bra, but left the top one closed.

"Yes, that's erotic: you don't rip your clothes off, but slowly move from culture - being dressed - to your natural side. So that sensual suspense has time to develop," I panted, full of anticipation.

Nguyet just nodded but then spread her legs a bit further. Now, we could see them fully. Hesitatingly, she then pushed Mira's little bra upward, so that we could finally see her flat crumpet boobs with their small, light areolas. When I placed my hand on one of the discs, I could sense her nipple pumping between the upper digits of my index and middle fingers.

Yes, one could feel and watch how it was getting harder and longer, while Nguyet was massaging Mira's left breast with her right hand and thumb. I then replicated that step on the other side, massaging the elastic tissue, before I refocused on Mira's enthralling young lap.

Now, Mira opened her legs, and Nguyet and I folded her skirt up onto her heaving belly, so that her small lap was fully exposed. Finally. And yes, there it was: my favorite seam. Which, again, ran down the front of Mira's pantyhose, before it split over her long clit and then disappeared into her groins.

I could have watched Mira's pantyhose-clad lap forever, as it was heaving gently. Her panties formed a set with her bra, it seemed. White, as they were, they appeared light brown, of course, under the soft, semi-translucent fabric. Absentmindedly, I played with Mira's large clit, but didn't comment, for once. But, yes; this was the proverbial bee's knees.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I asked Nguyet, more or less rhetorically.

She nodded keenly, before she leaned forward to take Mira's left boob in her mouth. As the ladies were busy with each other - they had had sex on a few occasions in the past - and there didn't seem to be a need for further theoretical explanations, I got up to relieve myself of my shorts and underpants, before I kneeled down between Mira's enthralling legs to worship her some more.

Mira's whole lap was heaving slightly under her undies and pantyhose, and I was greeted by a subtle, warm yet fresh aroma. Nguyet murmured something to the effect that Mira should see the penis, which was pumping happily and firmly out in the open, six inches above the floor tiles.

My eager nostrils were now sniffing along the dark vertical seam, and I prodded her long, pulsating clitoris with my nose and lips a few times. Mira's white underwear had some lace along the leg seams as well as at the top, but now I pecked my path down her right thigh; the immaculate one, without a tattoo.

When Nguyet was taking a break from sucking Mira's left breast, she looked between my legs to get a glimpse of my cock, and then alerted Mira, so that she could mentally prepare herself for what was coming. Mira took a sheepish glance, but then closed her eyes again to enjoy the tender caresses.

"Oh, yes, Mister Douglas, this is erotic, absolutely," Nguyet panted.

But she hadn't forgotten our earlier discussion and now wanted to know why half-dressed was more erotic than stark naked:

"That has to do with the interface between culture and nature," I wheezed: "I'll explain it in more detail some other time," I promised her, but - looking at Mira's lap, clad in her marvelous pantyhose - I wasn't in the mood to interrupt what we were doing.

Instead, I took off my shirt and then went back directly onto her legwear with my quivering nostrils. Nguyet and Mira hadn't seen each other for a long time, but they were clearly happy to be able to reconnect. Nguyet was now unbuttoning Mira's blouse completely, before her hand met my nose close to Mira's elegant snatch, on the brown fabric.

Shortly after I had begun to trace Mira's pussy boat hull, she squirted. The crotch of her pantyhose grew darker, and she had started to whimper and moan. As the wet spot in her middle was rife with messenger substances, I placed my nose directly into the epicenter of the action, sucking countless particles deep into the crevices of my lungs.

The next time Nguyet and I were looking at each other, I nodded at her, and she reached under her white nurse skirt to relieve herself of her panties. Yes, befitting the occasion, Nguyet was wearing thigh-high stockings, with quite a bit of lace close to her hairy pussy. Yes, she knew how much I loved said combination. And her flaunting it.

Mira would certainly love it, too, but I didn't know if Mira had seen Nguyet's lap before I arrived. But yeah, here it was again: the center of my universe. Nicely amplified today by the fact that Nguyet was wearing all white, which made the contrast between her cultural and natural side even starker.

Nguyet had noticed that Mira's lap was wet, but now I pushed my head under Nguyet's skirt to pick up her scent, which had fermented nicely over the last hour or two. Perhaps it was the sight of me crawling under my muse's skirt, which had aroused Mira further, but now she suddenly squealed in an odd way. Oh, was she climaxing already?

Oh, no! Oh, yes: Mira was soiling herself. Perhaps, she simply didn't want to get up and pee to not disturb our beguiling, tantalizing play. Or she just couldn't hold it. Anyway, she looked as if she was in trance - and just let go. The top portion of her pantyhose was slowly filling up with her fresh, tepid urine, which had already begun to drip onto the floor.

Of course, I had instantly detached myself from Nguyet to witness the endearing force of nature between Mira's enthralling thighs. Eventually, I leaned forward, of course, to suck in as much of the messenger substances as I could get, while Nguyet placed her hand on Mira's thigh to participate in the divine act and soak up some of the moist warmth.

In the end, there wasn't too much piss, but now, as we were listening to the quiet dripping, I slid forward, further between Mira's legs to let her divine fluid drip onto my stiff cock, after it had been filtered through her undies and pantyhose, while Nguyet got up to fetch one of those older ugly curtains that we kept here in the room for exactly that purpose.

When Mira finally got up, she seemed drowsy, as if she had forgotten where she was or what had just happened. She took off her tie and then skirt, before I helped her relieve herself of her blouse and bra as well. Finally, I kneeled down on the floor again, on the wet drapes to peel Mira's stunningly beautiful nylon-legwear, which she had soiled in such a splendid fashion, off her perfect legs.

But only half-way, at first, so that I could savor the precious moment and suck more of her enticing aroma through my trembling nostrils. Of course, her sparse bush and the whole area exuded a powerful odor, which had nothing revolting about it, however. Mira was quivering, and now she squirted once more, directly into her panties and nylons, which were spanning across her young thighs like a banner.

As she looked a bit ungainly, of course, we helped her get out of the soiled garment, but then I led her straight to the double bed, ten feet behind me. Mira apologized for the alleged faux pas, knowing that I must have relished everything she just did. No, we had peed onto each other in various positions - before, during, and after sex - and she was into urophilia as much as I was.

My cock had developed nicely during the last thirty minutes, so there was no need for further preparations. I just lay down on top of Mira, who didn't insist that she was still a virgin but just opened her legs invitingly. Once I had fiddled my cock between her set of pink, beveled nether lips, I pressed in - and off we were.

Oh, yes, I instantly felt more than welcome inside her tight young sheath. My throbbing glans was polishing her young wet inner flesh, while Nguyet was sitting next to us on one thigh, like the Little Mermaid. Eventually, she moved, however, and sat down behind Mira's head. To show off her dark hairy pussy some more, under her white skirt.

The sheer sight of the furry little animal between her light legs, amongst all the white fabric, gave my cock another intense boost, of course, but then Nguyet lifted up Mira's head, into her lap, onto her skirt, as if she had decided that I had seen enough.

In the meantime, I had propped my upper body onto my outstretched arms to be able to look at Mira's aroused face and body. She was red as a beet, while she was writhing and squirming underneath me. But Nguyet wasn't done yet: first, she unbuttoned her blouse and then removed the straps on her bra cups, so that I could enjoy the sight of her chest, while I kept banging our youngest.

I was kinda waiting for Nguyet to pester me again with questions regarding the nature of sensuality, but she was just watching how her External Advisor was now breaking in the new intern - of which there would probably a sequel during the next three weeks.

Mira had been so aroused earlier that she was squirting again, pressing her pelvis upward against mine, while she was heavily panting and moaning. Eventually, Nguyet admitted that she wanted to get banged as well, but we agreed that we shouldn't change our current arrangement. After all, Mira seemed genuinely hungry and was purportedly inexperienced.

"Miss Mira.needs to know.what it feels like.when a man.comes.inside her," I panted in between thrusts, and then Mira began to tremble.

As she was shivering, I lavished myself deep inside her, in nice long splashes, which were now gracing her mauve young cervix. Allegedly for the very first time. After I had roared toward the headboard, I lay down on her, and then we turned together onto our sides.

Nguyet pulled up her skirt again, so that my cheek ended up on her thigh, very close to her savory moist pussy. I felt my cock slipping out of Mira, who then grabbed and held on to it, while my quivering nostrils sucked ever more tantalizingly delicious particles from the vicinity of the heaving black hairy animal between Nguyet's little legs.

It would have been fine with me if Nguyet had peed on me right at that moment, but perhaps that would have been too much of a good thing. We didn't have to do everything every time we saw each other. Instead, Nguyet kneeled perpendicular to me, close to my dick, to suck it dry.

I reached for her little porcelain butt and pulled her closer, so that Mira could enjoy the sight of the black shoe brush between Nguyet's sweet light cheeks. I, in turn, ruffled Mira's brown, not even half-as-dense bush and twiddled her long clit a bit more but then, she suggested we take a shower together:

"You know, I peed... earlier," she reminded me: "And you probably need to go, too," she surmised, with an impish grin.

"And also Ms. Nguyet," I added, while I was fondling both juicy treasures.

I almost felt like we should do it again, after all; partially, as my middle finger ended up inside Nguyet's greasy sheath, but then she jerked away from me and jumped off the bed:

"Well, Douglas, I'm really keen on learning more. Next time," she chortled, before we all sauntered over to the bathroom.