The Old Vacant Hotel Ch. 11

Sally was looking me deep into the eye as she slowly and lasciviously pulled the left strap of her dress down, before pulling her arm out. As a result, her left boob became exposed and was now smiling at me. Squeezed by the elastic waistband below, it had a slightly different form from what I remembered, but that didn't make the act any less powerful.

Almost five inches in diameter, Sally's light, drop-shaped flesh looked like a ripe fruit. I wasn't able to move or say anything but just admired the light ring of blisters around her burgundy areola. Eventually, I moved my chair closer, though, while Sally was checking again if anyone might be able to see her.

Now, she also moved her chair, as she perhaps wanted me to touch and play with her breast. Of course, I now reached for her beguiling flesh, which was soft and firm, at the same time. Tenderly, I fondled her elastic bulge a bit and then began to play with her nipple with my thumb.

After Sally had just been watching me for at least two minutes, she revealed her other boob as well. Using my other hand, too, I was now fondling both of her enticing hemispheres and noticed how flexible or malleable they were. That we were sitting outside and, technically, could be seen, made this whole scene even hotter, of course.

But Sally wasn't done yet: She now pulled her skirt back, and I saw the pair of panties she had also worn once before: They were nanoblack and reminded me of the top of a pair of nylons, as stretchy as they were. I briefly thought of getting my cock out and jerking off to the sight of gorgeous young Sally, but how much mileage would she have gotten out of it?

"Sally, I'll go downstairs, to the bathroom, and take my underwear off. And then..."

I stopped when I noticed that Sally was already shaking her head:

"No, Ben, we'll take off. It's too risky here. And I want real sex," she added, after clearing her throat.

Perhaps, as she could detect disappointment in my face, Sally assured me we would do this again here, but better, bigger:

"But now, I'm just horny," she admitted, panting.

That was fine with me, of course. Before we got up, however, I leaned forward to kiss her left breast and suckle on her pumping nipple for a bit, before she stuffed the titillating pair back into her dress and pulled the straps up again, sniveling:

"No, Ben, yes: this is hot. It was so nice to feel the warm air on my skin."

"I also loved the taboo-breaking part," I told her, hoping she wouldn't ask what exactly that meant.

Although it was one of my favorite topics, I didn't always have to talk about the tension between culture and nature and how it was connected to eroticism. In the end, we just got up and sauntered downstairs, where Sally insisted on paying, and so I quickly used the bathroom.

As if I really wanted to make sure whether she was wearing the same underwear she had on the second day we met - when Emily was to draw sketches for tattoos on Mira's skin, which had driven Sally back into my arms and we had done it for the first time, up on the sixth floor, in the maid's chamber - I asked her outside, on the sidewalk.

Yes, said piece of underwear was awesome: nanoblack and super-stretchy, like I said, and perhaps five inches high on the sides. No lace whatsoever, but still super-hot. Sally grinned, telling me that she remembered that day really well and how excited I was about the undies, which also had smelled wonderful.

As we were driving the half-a-mile to the hotel, I reminisced more about that afternoon with Sally, while I was frequently checking in the rear-view mirror if she was following me. That day, Sally also told me that her pretending to be a virgin was just an act, as she didn't want Emily to know that she was in a relationship with Thuan, who Emily also had the hots for.

Thuan had rejected Emily several times, however, but Sally didn't want to brag about him being her boyfriend. And so, she had put on an act and relented to Emily's wooing, at the same time. For about eight months, the two young women had come to the hotel twice a week, during which they also vastly improved the only furnished room on the fourth floor; now, our clinic:

They had put up posters, brought plants, a shelf and table cloth, which had been funny, as every time Mira or Nguyet and I showed up, there was some miraculous improvement again. Which we didn't know where it had come from. Until Emily and Sally appeared in the door that one fateful day, while Mira and I had been lying naked on the large double bed.

When we had brought in our Hondas, I pulled the large screeching metal door closed, and we kissed profusely; now that we were alone. I lifted Sally's dress up in the front, like I wanted to check if she was really wearing the most awesome piece of underwear again. Caressing her smooth midsection with my flat hand, I didn't know where to look or what to touch, first.

Needless to say, her butt felt awesome, too, but now she pulled the straps of her dress down her arms once more, and her breasts were enticing me again. Sally's bra was still in her backpack, of course, and so I bent forward for a second time to lick, suck, squeeze, and kiss her large chest. When she had relieved herself of her panties as well, Sally panted:

"Ben, this is great... standing here without underwear. Like I'm just wearing a skirt, but nothing else."

As we would walk upstairs now, she tightened the dress over her waist, so that it wouldn't drop, while I just took all my clothes off. Eventually, I grabbed her hand, after Sally had taken a bottle of water out of her backpack. As we were walking up the stairs, her breasts were bobbing nicely, but then she asked if I still liked being peed on, before or during sex.

However, I had just been about to ask her about her ex, Thuan, and his relationship with her mother and/or sister, but didn't say anything, as her question regarding my urophilia had simply been too apt. I also absolutely loved that Sally was barefoot, for some reason, and had left her backpack downstairs, next to her motorcycle.

Before I would answer her question, we stopped on the third floor, and I buried my face again between her large bulges of tender flesh. I soaked in the smell of her young skin and ended up sucking her right nipple, while she was stroking my short hair and sighing.

"S-Sally, can you im-imagine walking through town in a light dress, like this one, without a bra? And then, you pull it down on one side and show me your boob, in public?" I wheezed.

Sally was blushing, but then grabbed my noodle and asked again about the peeing:

"Well, do you need to go?" I inquired.

Sally nodded, adding that she would have to take off her dress, first.

"Sure, do you wanna do it here, on the bench?" I asked her, pointing at the older piece of furniture in the hall on the fourth floor, which would be easier to clean than the bed.

Without answering, Sally pulled me into the only furnished room of the whole building, though; perhaps, because she had embellished it the previous year, together with Emily and was keen on seeing what was different, since she hadn't been here for quite a while.

Although the room was now our Clinic for Erectile Dysfunctions, not much had changed, of course. Only Nguyet's older laptop was here on the table, but Sally didn't comment on it. Since I anticipated her peeing on the bed, I folded two of those old window curtains - which we kept here in the room for said purpose - and placed them under the bedsheet, while Sally was taking off her dress.

She looked at me a bit sheepishly, since I hadn't seen her naked for a while, but then, she knew that I found her drop-dead gorgeous. She lay down on her back, pulled her heels close to her butt, but then she swung her knees up, toward her head and shoulders, exposing her pussy, which was already almost half-an-inch open.

I had grabbed a pillow to kneel on the floor, but then pushed my knees under her lower back to support her position, and Sally just let go. At first, there was a pulsating living-room fountain that went straight up in little jets and some fat drops, toward my face, but then she bent her midsection even more, so that her own urine was hitting her chest and face.

I didn't know what exactly caused this eager exuberance, but I placed my hands on her hips, before I slid back a bit on my knees and leaned forward into the jet. Her crimson vaginal vestibule was glistening wet, right below her dense, pitch-black bush but, before I would drink from her, I admired the mirthful, rousing spectacle for a bit longer.

Sally's inner labia had separated just by themselves, and subtle warm wafts of savory aroma were now embracing us. Sally was giggling, a bit as if she was drunk or in trance, as her own piss was hitting her mouth but, before she would drink it all by herself, I did lean further forward and opened my mouth, perhaps three inches above her urethra opening.

Man, I had never watched a woman drinking her own piss, but it was the hottest thing ever. But not just hot and arousing, also beautiful and moving. Heart-warming. Had she planned on doing it? Probably not, as it all had looked spontaneous, driven by what had happened during the hour at the coffee shop and sharing our memories.

Yes, Sally seemed completely oblivious to what was going on around her, but she knew how much I liked her frothy libation. She knew she could give what I was craving, and did so. Most of her pee left my mouth again, in the end, after it had hit my palate, but eventually, as her jet was petering out, I closed her vaginal vestibule with my lips.

To drink the rest. I could feel her feet on my back, since her position must have been too arduous to hold for longer than a minute or two. But for the whole time, she was rejoicing and laughing, which was contagious, of course. And her fresh urine had nothing revolting about it, coming directly from her celestial, healthy, young body.

In fact, it tasted flowery and fresh, plus a tad savory. When she was done, I slid up on her wet skin, toward her head, and we even kissed, before she quickly jumped up to fetch the water bottle from the table. We both drank, rinsing our mouths, but didn't bother to take a shower or change the sheets.

No, once I was back on top of her, Sally was fiddling with my throbbing knob between her nether lips, like it was a brush, but didn't put it in yet. We could feel the warm breeze on our skin coming from the open window, but then she asked me to sit close to her face, with my ass over her chest, so that she could suck my cock for a bit.

Sure enough, I ended up face-fucking her, until my rod was stiff enough to conclude our coffee-house visit with a languid missionary fuck. As tall as she and as wet as her sheath was, I could feel my shaft entering her deeper and deeper with every thrust. Everything was effortless and smooth, and soon, we were climbing onto ever higher levels of lust and sweet delirium.

It seemed a given that we wouldn't change positions today; we would almost certainly see each other again the following week; now that Ly had put an end our clinic, perhaps. As tall as Sally was, we were even able to kiss, while we were fucking, which was almost unique; most Vietnamese woman were so short that I could barely reach their hair with my lips during the act.

Sweating and hollering, we knew only one direction on our spiral of carnal lust: upward. I was sure that the waft of messenger molecules between us only increased my urge to bang Sally heartily, but she was on a roll as well: squealing and squeaking, squirting and wheezing, she now brushed my back, before she squeezed my ass cheeks with relish.

Yes, I was up all the way inside her but, as tall as Sally was, I didn't need to be worried about hitting her cervix or causing her some other kind of pain. I could also feel my balls hitting her ass below her perineum, but Sally hadn't really touched my scrotum yet. Nor made a comment about it.

Right when I tried to place my weight on just one forearm to fondle her floating breast, I already exploded: Roaring up, toward the ceiling, I enjoyed how my load was splashing out, before there seemed to be another, relatively long flow of more and more gooey elixir, which was now gracing her mauve sheath and cervix.

Just as Sally hadn't paid any attention to her favorite part of my body, I noticed that I had totally neglected her anus, so far. Had I ever told her how much I loved this beguiling orifice? Well, it wouldn't hurt to tell her again, I surmised, right when Sally let out a whole cascade of blood-curdling screams, which were deeper than one would have expected.

A minute ago, I had envisioned the sound of water drops on a hot stove plate, when my flakes had been hitting her cervix. Sally was still writhing and moaning under me, as if she hadn't had an orgasm of such magnitude for a while. Which she indirectly confirmed, after I had rolled off her:

"I don't have much time today, Ben, but: Are we gonna do it again next week?" she asked eagerly.

When I inquired - kinda too late, I know - if she was still on the pill, Sally nodded but then admitted that she also wanted to try anal sex again:

"I do that with Vu, once in a while, but your cock's bigger," she added, giggling impishly.

"Ok, let's take a shower and clean up. If you don't have much time today," I nodded.

So, we got up and took off the bedsheet, as well as those two older window drapes, which I threw downstairs through the atrium to put everything into the washer on the ground floor, before we would leave in ten minutes.

When I stepped into the shower, Sally was already soaping herself; a charming chore, which I instantly took away from her. With my middle finger, I searched for her sphincter, which prompted her to play with my balls, finally. Neither of us commented on the lovely sensation but, after we had dried ourselves, I asked her to kneel on the bed once more.

She didn't seem to know what that was all about, until I poked her anus with my nose and then, tongue. Sally giggled, seeming to thoroughly enjoy the sweet, tender sensation:

"Yes, Ben, this feels nice," she cooed, but then reminded me that she had to take off.

Down the stairs, I thought again about bringing up her ex, Thuan, and her mother - or even: sister - but refrained. Neither did I mention the gangbang she had been planning last year; she could tell me more about it the following week.

Perhaps, we could even saunter through the narrow alleys of our town, and she would flash her tits, occasionally. When we had the feeling it would be save. Like she was doing again now, before she put her bra back on, while I was dressing.