The Old Vacant Hotel Ch. 09

Douglas Van Wyck: The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 09: Another Outing at the Hot Springs

A few weeks ago, my muse Nguyet and I set up a Clinic for Erectile Dysfunctions to help our friend Ly conceive and to playfully breathe some fresh air into our orgy microcosm. The whole project had begun when Ly wanted a baby without being married, but I had thought it would be too drab if she plainly laid down and spread her legs.

In the meantime, we had utilized the clinic charade in different ways: First, Nguyet had, as the Medical Assistant, tested me but found that there was nothing wrong with my sexual prowess and thus elevated me to her External Advisor, before two young new nurses, Quyen and Mira, and a bunch of guys had joined the ribald rumpus.

On top of everything, both, Mira and Quyen were pretending to still be in school, which was slightly absurd, of course, but added more than just a pinch of titillation. Eight days ago, I had broken in my favorite ex-colleague a bit, which was bound to continue this week. In addition, Nguyet had asked me to explain to her how erotic suspense was created, of which we lost track, however, when Mira had soiled her dark-brown pantyhose.

As the weather was splendid again, as so often in March, here in the middle of Vietnam: 87 degrees, plenty of sunshine, and a strikingly blue sky - Nguyet wanted us to meet at the hot springs once more, since we could frolic freely there and indulge in all kinds of shenanigans, for which we would have to prepare and then clean up at any other location.

As far as I knew, Mira had never been there, either, but Nguyet sometimes received - in her position as a real-estate broker - vouchers for one of the private enclosures where we could completely undress, swim and loll naked, and pursue our slightly depraved inclinations without restraint, completely protected from curious eyes.

Since I loved the place and it had been Nguyet's idea, who purportedly owned the mock clinic, I quickly relented, as I knew that our trip to the thermal springs could only turn out well. We both, Nguyet and I, loved arranging sensually stimulating situations, and there was no better spot than the hot springs, west of town.

Sure, we wouldn't be able to create intensely erotic moments, in the truest sense, because we would just get naked, but that was fine: the sense of freedom, the sunshine, the balmy winds, and the overall stimulating conditions would surely lead to unbridled chipper fornication. And we both knew that our orgy posse was coming to its end, after six years.

This time, I arrived first, after an already relaxing ten-mile drive. I didn't purchase tickets, though, as I suspected Nguyet would have a voucher again, but just sat down at the small café slash restaurant and ordered an iced coffee with a bit of sweetened condensed milk to smoke and kill some time, until the others would get here.

Yes, perhaps I would have to explain to Nguyet and Mira again what the connection between culture, nature, and eroticism was; back there, at the Onsen. Of course, I found this a fascinating topic but, like I said, we had gotten distracted by the spectacle of Mira's bladder emptying itself into her soft brown legwear, the last time we had seen each other.

When two scooters were rolling into the parking lot about twenty yards away, I noticed that there was someone sitting behind and holding onto Mira, who was probably her blind girlfriend, Hanh, who didn't often have the chance to go out and play. Hanh and I had known each other for three years; she was Ly's niece and also worked as a masseuse at their house.

While Nguyet was negotiating with the lady in the ticket booth, Mira and Hanh were sauntering over toward me, holding hands, of course, as the shorter and younger girl was blind. At least, Hanh had lost her eye-sight when she was about thirteen, so she knew what the world looked like and was familiar with her surroundings.

Hanh had been here twice with me and the others: Once, with her girlfriend back then, Truc - which was pronounced Tshubb, with a U as in cushion - and the other time with Nguyet and Hanh's friend Tran Nhu, who was also blind. The latter was about 19 and really good in judo, but now attending a Martial Arts Academy up north.

Two years ago, Nhu had come in second in the national judo championships - and third, the previous year - and had a six-pack. Which, together with her nimble, supple, lithe body was revoltingly hot and unique among the ladies in our small nondescript town. Well, would I ever see Nhu again?

Hanh communicated a lot using her hands, of course, and almost sat down on my lap, after we had exchanged some pleasantries to greet each other. Apparently, the ladies wanted to hold on to our role-play, though, as Mira cautioned her a bit, but Hanh still sat down directly next to be, before she placed her left hand onto my right forearm.

A minute earlier, when Hanh had been standing right next to me, I had caressed her face and back - and then even her butt briefly - which had caused her to giggle, but then Nguyet had arrived at the table. She was as happy as Mira to see how well Hanh and I reconnected, and sat down. We looked at the brightly-colored laminated menu and told Hanh what dishes were available.

Hanh was earning her keep massaging exclusively women. Because of her disability, I had had the glorious idea, back in the day, that she could offer pussy massages as well, which had taken off nicely. About half of her clients went for the unusual, sensual treatment, as far as I knew, which was probably unique in our town, providing a stable source of income.

The way we were all looking at each other, I sensed that the clinic role-play would be more or less suspended today. Mira was sitting near Hanh, around the corner of the table, but still close enough to assist her with the food, later. I briefly took Hanh's hand off my arm to light a ciggy, but then placed it back, so that the sensual energy could keep flowing.

From time to time, Hanh looked up toward my face and smiled, while her eyeballs were uncontrollably rolling around a bit in their sockets. Neither Mira nor Nguyet were particularly tall at 5'1" and 5 foot, respectively, but Hanh was even shorter, barely 4'10". Funnily, Hanh had the biggest boobs and roundest butt, however, but only by a slim margin. Since Hanh was so petite, and despite the fact that she was the youngest, at only 22, her boobs and butt gave her a rather soft and womanly appearance.

Anyway, Nguyet was wearing a dark green-and-yellow-checked flannel shirt, which she had combined with one of her many black knee-length skirts. Mira, on the other hand, was sporting something that looked like matt black pajamas. The fabric had thin white vertical stripes, but the whole outfit looked surprisingly cool. And hot. Perhaps, it was the fact that the material was a bit tight around her little bottom, which I had only seen for two seconds, though, before she had sat down.

Until a minute ago, Mira had also even been wearing a nano-black face mask, which was plausible in our role-play, since she was giving an 18-year-old high-school senior - who had soiled her pantyhose just a few days back, while I had been kneeling between her perfect young thighs. She was perhaps still a bit embarrassed about the whole thing, although she knew that I loved such fragrant, juicy surprises.

As short as Hanh was, her feet were dangling an inch above the floor, down to my right, which looked utterly cute and endearing, of course. Hanh was wearing her favorite pair of shoes, too: cute little combat boots, which she had combined with a black mini-skirt and a soft, chocolate-brown top. Together with her orange bra, it amplified her bosom well.

Due to her disability, which was caused by Neuromyelitis optica, Hanh was eminently tactile, communicating and almost 'seeing' with her fingertips. And open for all kinds of sweet shenanigans, as if she considered touching skin a pastime and sexuality as sweet amusement.

When the food arrived, Mira slid a bit closer to Hanh on her other side to assist her. For a split-second, I thought of offering that I would help Hanh, but perhaps that would only have confused her; Mira and her had already been a team for two years. So, I chatted with Nguyet, instead, asking her if I should chip in for the tickets:

"Well, we only got a 50 percent discount, but that's okay, Douglas. Don't worry about it."

As her role required, Nguyet now told me a few details about Hanh, who I purportedly wasn't acquainted with today. Of course, I knew about as much about our cuddly petite buddy as Nguyet, but then, it was fun to weave some more lore for our role-play tapestry.

"So, Hanh wants to start at the clinic, too?" I even asked at some point, trying to suppress laughter.

"Well, Douglas, Quyen told me yesterday that she isn't coming anymore. But then, one side of me doesn't want a blind young woman... working for us. You know... I don't know," she was hemming and hawing a bit, leaving a loophole, though.

"Does Quyen have a boyfriend, perhaps?" I surmised.

"Yeah, maybe," nodded Nguyet.

"But Hanh knows what is going to happen back there, at the private pool?" I asked Nguyet facetiously to ride my hobby-horse a bit more.

Of course, Hanh knew it. That's why she was here. Since Hanh couldn't swing her cute little butt onto a motorcycle and scoot off to a coffee shop to look for punters, being here, with the prospect of getting naked, frolicking in the tepid water, and happily fornicating was heaven for her. Just as it was for me. And everyone else.

Nguyet - who had her hair pinned up on the back of her head, while her long bangs coming down from her temples framed her stunning face marvelously - nodded to answer my query if Hanh was in the know about the deeper reason for our visit here and then euphemistically reminded me that Hanh didn't have a lot of chances to swim.

Ha! Seeming ultra-chipper, here right next to me, with her little feet stuck in their cute combat boots dangling, Hanh was mirthfully squinting in the sun and seemed ready for all kinds of sweet debauchery. Now, Nguyet addressed her in Vietnamese so that she wouldn't feel left out, during which Hanh turned her endearing face up in my direction, after I had grabbed her short forearm again.

As we were the only customers here, in the middle of the week, around noon, we could technically start our foreplay, I thought to myself - looking at Hanh's ravishing little décolleté and thighs. Of course, I refrained, since we would all undress in fifteen minutes, glide into the warm pool, and then forget our good upbringing.

"Do we have pool number four again?" I asked Nguyet, as that was the private enclosure with the pirates' brigantine.

In addition, unlike at the other three pools, the fresh water shot in from the sidewall, under the surface. Which the ladies liked, as the strong jet would massage their sphincters nicely. Hanh had done it, too, the last time we had been here, and certainly remembered the pleasant sensation, even though that was like eight or nine months back.

At her School for the Blind, Hanh had attempted anal sex, but it was too painful back then, she had told Truc once. As far as I knew, though, Hanh was keen on trying it again; partially, as it had been Truc's favorite pastime.

"In the narrower sense, it'll be hard, Ms. Nguyet, to really create erotic suspense today," I warned her, when we were done eating.

"Oh, why?" Nguyet perked up, as she was dabbing her dazzlingly beautiful mouth, whose upper lip always reminded me of a gliding seagull, with a paper napkin.

"Well, I suppose, we will all just undress, right away. Like the last time, when we were here with Ly, Hiroshi, and Hoang..."

"Oh, Mister Douglas, I don't know," Nguyet was playing coy: "I mean, you don't seriously want... with Hanh?!" she was rolling her glorious dark almond eyes.

Should I tell Nguyet that Hanh was the sexiest of the three ladies present? She was the youngest and shortest but had the largest breasts, roundest butt, and cuddliest little body. And, as she was blind, she was the most sensual, too. All this combined made me a total sucker for her. And we had known each other for more than three years.

Of course, we would fuck back there, at the enclosed pool. And how! And pee onto each other, like we had done before. As it was so much easier here: We didn't need to prepare, and the mess was cleaned up so easily. Even at the old vacant hotel we had to interrupt our rhythm but here, we could integrate the sweet debauchery into our foreplay or even sex proper.

Like I said, Hanh was a fun-loving young woman, who - because of her disability - explored the world through her fingertips and nose, but had very little shame or guilt when she was around people who she knew well and trusted. Which made sex with her all the more alluring and satisfying. There was no second-guessing, just pure curiosity and joy.

Once, Hanh had sat with me for lunch at her house and presented me her little panties with their narrow, wet crotch piece under her ultra-short mini-skirt for the whole time. She must have known that I could see her outer labia and black pubic hair, but she didn't care: She knew we would have sex, upstairs in her room - and the lunch had been our foreplay.

Eventually, I paid for the food, and we slowly got up. The waitress handed me a small cooler with ice and drinks, reminding us that there was also sparkling wine in the fridge, in the room in the wooden brigantine. While I was walking with Nguyet ahead of Mira and Hanh now, Nguyet asked me again why we couldn't build up erotic tension today:

"Douglas, I need to know that, for the clinic," she reminded me, which was clever, as it was plausible and utterly consistent with our role-play.

"Well, Ms. Nguyet, eroticism is the slow transition from the state of culture to an animal, so to speak. But if we just undress, we lose the chance to celebrate that transition. Which is fine with me, though. We'll just nibble on our naked bodies, and then do it."

"Oh. But, Douglas, Mira's so shy," Nguyet reminded me with a mocking smile, as she knew what divinely titillating depravities we had allowed ourselves in the past.

Hanh seemed to have noticed now that we were approaching the pool, as she stopped. I could see her nostrils quivering, and maybe she even squirted a bit in anticipation. Now, at the gate, all four of us were soaking in the peaceful atmosphere: the palm trees, shrubs, and flowers as well as the soothing bubbling of the water down there.

We could hear the palm fronds swishing, and there were some birds chirping. Now, I also noticed the smell of Sulphur, although we were at least ten yards from the pool. Mira finally smiled at me, with her arm around Hanh's narrow shoulders. Mira had her hair parted on the right, just above her ear and then combed all of it to the other side, which looked sharp.

Yes, this was her first time here, but I was sure she loved it already. Mira was decidedly bisexual and had done it with Nguyet a couple of times. They really liked each other, but didn't meet often, but I already had a hunch that they would not blow the chance today to voraciously eat each other out.

For now, however, Mira stuck to her assumed role of the shy high-school senior, which was hot and endearing, at the same time. So, I asked her if she had brought a bathing suit or even a bikini, which she denied. Just as in Vietnam or Micronesia, Filipino girls probably still went into the water in T-shirts and shorts, which led to them not being able to swim.

Neither Nguyet nor Mira could, as far as I knew. Hanh's judo friend Nhu was able to, of course. But she had come in second in the national championships in her martial art - and was super athletic to begin with. And she had an absolutely beguiling supple, lithe body, as well as a six-pack. And a beautiful face, although she was blind, too. Unfortunately.

Nhu also had the best hairdo ever: a relatively long page-boy cut that had the tips of her hair, which framed her face, meet slightly below her chin. But now, I had an idea:

"Ms. Nguyet, perhaps you could warm up Mira a bit today. Maybe it would be better if a woman does it," I suggested: "Then, she would also be more at ease with you at the clinic."

In the end, I only said it to lay claim on Hanh, who I wouldn't want to part with today. Hanh and Mira have sex every other day, anyway, I reminded myself, as we were finally sauntering down to the pool.

"Well, Douglas, such things take time," Nguyet sighed cautiously, as we arrived at the pool.

Mira was truly bisexual and had an androgynous body, while Nguyet swung more toward men. Her ideal was, however, to have sex with a guy and a lady, at the same time. Since Mira had been walking behind me pretty much for the whole time, I noticed her red sneakers only now, but they looked awesome, too.

As did her butt, which had gotten a bit bigger over the last year or two. Combined with her simple, black, light pant suit, Mira looked more Vietnamese than ever. The ladies put their backpacks onto the base of the parasol, while I spread the brightly-colored mats near the edge of the pool, before I helped Hanh take off her combat boots.

Which wouldn't have been fit for any combat, as soft as they were. When her legs were naked, I held her hand, as Hanh wanted to sit down on the edge of the pool to dip her feet into the water. Sitting next to her, finally, I placed my hand on her healthy young thigh, which radiated sex, just by itself.

I noticed that Mira and Nguyet had moseyed over to the brigantine and disappeared inside the room. Perhaps, they needed to pee, as it would have been a bit contrived to begin with this particular form of debauchery. Anyway, Hanh was splashing water with her little feet, grinning at me, and so I took off my shorts and unbuttoned my shirt.

If Nguyet had seriously wanted to stop me from banging Hanh, she perhaps had changed her mind. Hanh had heard, of course, that I had taken some clothes off, but now her little hand was inquiring where exactly I was in the process. Her hand was feeling my thigh but, since I was keen on getting into the water anyway, ideally with Hanh, I now also relieved myself of my shirt and underpants.

Hanh giggled when she briefly touched my half-stiff cock, but then was surprised when I suddenly jumped into the water and splashed a bit onto her. Oh, yes, the whole atmosphere here in and at the pool was relaxing to the utmost and so conducive to sensual play.

I stepped between Hanh's cute little legs and then helped her take off her top and bra. Her firm titties snapped out, which I fondled fondly, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. Of course, we also kissed, finally. When I stepped back, Hanh lifted up her little skirt to allow me a good look of her panty-clad lap, before she pulled the crotch piece aside to show off her little pussy, which was about to unfold.

Her boobs appeared to have grown a bit over the last five months, and now she placed her feet onto the edge of the pool. I noticed how big her white panties were; perhaps, they were Ly's, her aunt's. Eventually, Hanh opened the button on the side of her skirt and pulled it off her little butt, before she also relieved herself of her undies.

Was it erotic when she pulled the crotch piece to one side? I asked myself. Maybe not, but it had been a cute and hot little move. Rousing. Arousing. Hanh knew, of course, what I liked and how much I adored her. But I found it remarkable that her little pussy had begun to unfold all by itself. Normally, the area between her legs was almost even, like a doll's.