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Feelings Awakened
This is actually part of a long series, mostly hetero, but I felt this was good enough to express my desires for something different in a new story: I hope you enjoy as I explore beyond just a man and woman, to a man and a man-who-wants-to-be-a- woman, and be my lover. I am in Vietnam, flying up to an office where we seem to be having maybe some fraud activities by the boss there, and where I have previously had very nice sex with both an accountant from the office, and a housekeeper in the hotel – cousins – but today, this Sunday, I find something more, a taste of the future with another perhaps, one who may not cheat me as most women have….

Sitting in the bar with 45 minutes to boarding, I realized I should call Ping and let her know I would be away for a few days. It wasn’t so early, so I dialed, and she answered sleepily.
“I’m sorry, Ping, you sound asleep! I wanted to tell you I am flying up to Liem’s office now, some problems there, so I will be away for a few days probably.”
“You feel free to go to the house, do your clothes’ washing or whatever when you get back from your study week, ok, and I will see you when we both get back. ‘Bye em.” I pressed ‘off’ and let her return to a sleep-in. No doubt, she would later phone Liem, her cousin, or Tuan, who worked in the hotel I would stay at, also a cousin of them both, and one or the other would surely be in touch with Yen again soon! My offices and wherever I went was a conduit of news to Yen.
On the plane later, I ate breakfast and made some notes, and walked out of the terminal to find my car – but also Liem waiting with the driver. She greeted me formally as we walked to the car parked close by; once inside, we proceeded to talk about Ping and other matters. I also had the photos to show her, but not here in the car!
At one point, Liem began talking about Anh Duc, but I motioned her to be quiet – that was a subject for discussion in private. We stopped at a mini-mart to buy me some beer and milk, and at the hotel, Liem said she would let me check in, go home to her Mum’s, and come back to take me to dinner this evening.
Fine, I agreed, thanked Liem and the driver, and was shown to my room – the same one as last time, naturally!
For reasons I understood, I was tired, so after unpacking what I needed, I lay on the bed and slept. Two hours later, I washed, cleaned my teeth, threw on my home shorts, unpacked my clothes and hung them up, and phoned down for some hot water to make my afternoon caf?While waiting, I took my camera out and dusted it and cleaned the lens, then loaded a new film just as the knock came at the door. It was a young waiter I knew slightly, his name was Bo; he was young, maybe 20-21, and cute, and I was pretty sure a ladyboy, given he had a lovely, feminine face, light make-up, and gentle mannerisms. He didn’t have breasts, but seemed to be working on it as he did have slight mounds under his shirt, and nipples which were poking out.
He was very slender and walked with a nice sway of hips as he brought the thermos to the table. I sat on the side of the bed as I clicked the auto winder to the first frame, and he turned, started “Oh, I thought you were taking a photo of me! Oh, that’s an old camera, not small digital.”
“Yes,” I agreed “old, but it still takes more beautiful photos I think.” The folders of photos of the girls were actually laid on the bed beside me, and Bo spotted them, asking if he could look as he sat demurely on the bed also, the folders between us.
“Sure – but you mustn’t tell anyone outside this room, ok?” I gave him the first folder of Ping, and I went to make my coffee, offering him one or water but he said he was fine as he coo’d over the photos, squealing at Ping and putting his hand over his mouth when he came to her flamboyantly portraying her modeling abilities – against the very same patio doors a few metres across the room. He squealed even louder when he recognized Tuan next, and again when he stared, mesmerized at the final series on one roll which showed the three of them – Liem, Ping and Tuan – in bed, naked together, but I felt so proud I had shot them very artistically.
“Oh, Anh Steve, you and the camera take beautiful photos! Can you take me like some of these?”
He jumped up, swayed to the balcony door and wrapped himself around it rather like Ping, sliding his arms up and down the glass and then down his body. He certainly was alluring, but the light was too bright at the moment, so I motioned Bo inside, had him sit in the chair and look at the world outside the balcony doors; he was good – he had a wistful expression, yet he portrayed beauty in the moment, and I took a few different shots.
Then I stopped (when I felt my cock unexpectedly grown in my shorts) and explained it would be more beautiful later in the afternoon if he could, and wanted, when the light was softer with the lowering of the sun. He agreed immediately, said his shift finished about 4p.m. and if he could come then and wash himself and freshen his looks, would that be ok? I smiled at his enthusiasm and agreed, standing to get him a tip for the hot water; he protested, but I pushed the money into his shirt pocket – yes, there was a definite mound under there I felt – and guided him to the door. When there, he looked down at me, at my shorts; “You like taking my photo, Anh Steve?” He smiled and lifted his hand to lightly graze my cheek with long nails;
“I like to photo all beautiful ladies, Bo, simple as that.” He beamed a smile at me, but almost cried as he ran out. I hadn’t been making a nasty joke;
It was clear Bo felt more like a woman than a man, and I had no problems with that, and indeed: he was more beautiful than handsome, hence my own cock’s response!
I tried, without much hope of success, phoning Anh Duc’s mobile and home phone, which Liem had given me, but as expected, there was only an automated voice advising the mobile was off/out of range, and the home number just rang and rang. Nothing else to do for now, so I drank my cooling coffee as I prepared notes of possible actions to take tomorrow at the office, at the bank and at our lawyers. When I sat back, opening a beer, and turning on the TV for some light relaxation, I realized I hadn’t eaten lunch; never mind, dinner in a few hours, so I flicked channels and found some replays of last night’s football from the UK.
When it finished, I noticed it was almost 4p.m. so I rushed into the shower, shaved and began washing my hair, just as the door bell rang.
I cleared the shampoo from my face, grabbed a towel and ran carefully across the floor to open the door for – “Tuan!”
“Hello, Anh, I wanted to come early and see you; but you had better go back and finish!” “Tuan, you know Bo? He should be coming soon, so you can let him in; I told him I would take some photos – oh, and you can look at the photos, there on the bed, while I shower. Ah, it’s nice to see you Tuan.” “You too, Anh,” she smiled.
I pushed the shower door almost closed, and turned the water back on, lathering, conditioning and washing, and finished. In the midst, I heard the door bell, and muffled talking, and then I was finished and drying myself when Bo opened the door, asking if he could shower also. I was a little awkward as he glanced at my body, towel length-wise draped down my front: are we two men, which is ok, or male-female, which I decided was also ok, so I continued drying as Bo began removing clothes. He said “You aren’t very fat, Anh Steve, and maybe your muscles could do with some refining, but you look pretty good!”
I blushed, and he laughed; when his shirt was off, I saw what he meant; he had defined, very cute boobs, but he also had defined musculature, and was taut everywhere.
“You are also certainly not fat Bo, but you do have a beautiful body; I think we should highlight that in some photos, ok?” He said “I am in your hands, Anh, anything you want – I would just like some photos as erotic as those of Tuan and those other girls, please!” I was finished, slipped on my shorts as Bo removed his pants and underwear, his back to me; when he stood up to step into the shower, I had to admire his smooth, firm buttocks, dark brown in colour naturally. He turned quickly to face me – caught as always, I blushed – and he smiled, but he at least spared me further embarrassment by sliding the curtain across, as I returned to brushing out my wet, long hair.
In the main room, Tuan was laying back on the bed flicking through the photos. I took a beer from the fridge, gave Tuan a glass of water, and left her to it as I settled in the chair opposite, watching her. Clearly, she was aroused, constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs, one hand slipping down to touch her body somewhere.
And now I looked at what she was wearing, which hadn’t registered earlier when I was surprised by her arrival.
A short denim skirt, smooth, brown legs laid out below, tiny feet twitching; her top was a pink v-neck cotton, smooth over her flat abdomen, but swollen by her breasts; I knew they weren’t big, but were lovely held in my hands.
She closed the last folder – that would be the final ones in the park behind her staff quarters – just as Bo exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around as a woman would: tightly, to show a small cleavage; he had applied some face make-up and looked so sweet and cute, and in truth, a very pretty woman, though I assumed he had a man’s penis below.
Tuan groaned as she sat up on the bed, “Anh, those photos are wonderful! You sure no trouble printing them?” she asked a little worried. “No, Tuan, my print shop does them very discreetly for me, Ping has one copy and these are the master sets, that’s all.” “Oh, they have made me feel so hot, if you know what I mean…” “Yes I do, em; they do the same to me.” “And me!” threw in Bo, and we all laughed. “In fact, I could even ‘jump’ you right now, Bo!” flirted Tuan.

An idea flashed, and I said “Well, Bo, you wanted some erotic photos; that sounds a pretty erotic idea to me, after I take some of you at the balcony doors like before; how about it you two?”
In response, Bo dropped his towel; he had a silk pair of thong panties on, the front covering his manhood effectively, but equally displaying it, and he twirled to show the thin straps up the crack of his bottom, beautifully dividing those smooth, small buttocks, and linking around his waist. He leaned against the glass door, “Like this?” he asked. I got my camera, set a chair on the balcony and framed him; then I began my work, arranging the towel around him discreetly, but provocatively. His face was already into the emotions and he portrayed a sexy photo-model easily as I snapped off some frames, re-arranging him as I wanted, holding his hips while I swiveled him into position, and feeling thrilled at the touch wherever my hands rested on his body. I got back to work until deciding that was enough, I directed him to the bed to join Tuan; with the blinds fully open, the light was nice and soft, yet enough without flash.

I said “Ok, you two, whatever you want, whatever you feel, let yourselves feel it, want it, show it – and I will photograph it. Bo, leave your panties on, they are erotic just themselves! I promise I will only interrupt to hide your faces enough so no-one can ID them, and interrupt to change to my one more film, ok?” But they weren’t even listening, as they faced each other; I pulled the quilt down and screwed it up at the bottom of the bed, like they had kicked it off in passion, and shot them as each smoothed a hand against the other’s cheek, closer; and then when their faces were touching, yet hidden, they both began roving their hands elsewhere, Bo’s on Tuan’s breasts outside her shirt, Tuan’s hands down Bo’s body between them, but hidden – erotic but hidden, all left to the imagination: what is she doing?
I moved constantly, close-ups of hidden faces pressed together, of hands in stimulation on the partner’s body, of hands buried in secret places. I stopped when Tuan rolled back and groaning, removed her shirt; I snapped a shot while she was lifting it over her head, and another as Bo now encased a bra-covered breast.

Then my film finished, and as I rewound it and changed for a new one, I also got a beer, and sat back just watching them for a few minutes; I did jump up to take two shots when Tuan began removing her skirt – it bloomed in my mind that the photos I had taken would look like a montage of seduction, from a clothed Tuan to…to what would be the climax was yet to be framed. I sat back with a cigarette, a voyeur for now, as Bo and Tuan headed further on whatever path they were on. My own cock wanted to join them on the same path, but I shook my head and willed it down as I got back to work as they lay flat back on the bed.
And then I shot as Bo’s hands rested on Tuan’s panty-covered pelvis, and Tuan’s was clearly inside Bo’s own panties: and he had grown, no doubt, under her fingers. As I felt pre-cum leaking inside my shorts, I quietly interrupted them, leaning down over their faces to suggest they sit up against the headboard, so I could get different shots. Tuan grabbed my face with one hand and smashed her mouth against mine, tongue forcing entry and pushing down my throat; then I felt myself pulled away and across to Bo’s mouth for the same!
I had never kissed like this before, but Bo was as a woman kissing a man, and it was as arousing as Tuan’s a moment before: so I kissed back, slurping my tongue inside his mouth, and entwining his tongue in mine for a long, delicious meeting. I eased back, said “My job is to take photos of you two – back to work!” I ordered them upright against the headboard, but then ordered them to swap sides, and for Tuan to remove her bra; she didn’t hesitate, and nipples and breasts burst forth eagerly. No faces, as I set Bo to raise his chest to show his boobs, and he was delighted; and I framed and got two sets of breasts side by side; and then I framed two panty-clad pelvic regions, their hands clasping down their thighs between them: happy lovers it seemed. Legs and feet entwined were the focus of my next shots, and then I had to ask “You want erotic naked, front and rear – no faces?” Bo and Tuan looked at each other, and each removed their panties; Tuan was shaved smooth and bare, Bo was also mostly shaved, and his prick was smaller when released from his panties, but it was hard. I rolled them together closely, not sure what they wanted to do, but for myself wanting to hide them sufficiently so it wasn’t a porno shot.

When satisfied, I took some, and then had Bo spoon Tuan from behind, taking his beautiful buttocks, and reversed to take Tuan’s equally inviting smooth rear and another of their breasts pressing against each other. I checked and had four frames left, so I asked if Tuan could get on top of Bo, and then reversed with Bo in a missionary position, catching Tuan’s breasts flattened out to the side – oh that was nice, I thought!
“I have two shots left, what do you want?” Tuan jumped up, naked and uncaring and came to me, reaching for the camera; “I want to take the last one, Anh; you get on the bed with Bo, and I will give directions until it looks perfect, ok Bo, Anh?”
I looked at Bo, who smiled enigmatically, and did as ordered – “No shorts, Anh!” ordered Tuan, so I sat on the bed and slipped them off, then lay back, but turning on my side to hide my erection, at full size and leaking pre-cum constantly. Bo spooned closely behind me, placing one hand over my hip and reaching to grasp my cock…”Wait!” said Tuan, and she ran over to throw the sheet haphazardly over Bo’s hand, over my prick – tasteful, I thought as a photographer – even as I felt Bo’s fingers gliding through the slickness along my wet cock; and then I became aware of his jumping penis pressed against my buttocks, also leaking juices. Bo used his left hand, his arm pressed against my back, to smooth my hair aside, and allow him to nuzzle his face against my neck, while his right hand continued to slide slowly up and down my prick under the sheet. Tuan had been quiet, but now she said, almost breathlessly “Ready, 1…2…beautiful!” and the click of the camera vaguely registered in my overloaded brain, as my emotions threatened to boil and burst – where, I had no idea, but they were in turmoil!
“Now, last one; what do you want people – Bo, these are yours, what do you want?” Tuan waited, and Bo considered; “Can I direct this one, Anh – and you will do what I order?” I rolled back to face him, “One more, Bo, yes I can do as you want – romantic and erotic is ok, but no full faces, ok?” He pulled me over to roll on top of him, laying down the length of his body with my own, and naturally two cocks pressed together; I could feel the slickness of pre-cum, from us both I assumed, but there was plenty of it as our cocks jumped against each other, and Bo’s hips rose involuntarily to press up to me, and I couldn’t do other than tauten my buttock’s and leg muscles and press back against him.
“Tuan, put the sheet covering just half of Anh Steve’s buttocks, but our legs and feet exposed, and our upper bodies exposed, and then take the shot length-wise, head to toes, ok when I say ‘ready’?” Tuan agreed and covered me ever so slightly, and Bo laid his hands on my buttocks, one on the sheet, the other on bare flesh, and I curved one between us to grasp his nipple, and the other to curl under his neck to lift his face to mine. As my lips were about to touch his, Bo squeaked “Now, Tuan, oh now, now, now…”
And then he thrust his mouth up at mine, tongue extended, delving into my own pressed downwards and opened to him, and his hands clamped with nails into the flesh of one buttock and even through the sheet covering the other one!
God, I had never felt this before, as I ground my hips against him, two cocks jousting like lances of knights of yore, slick and stiff, and Bo used his hands then sliding down to my crack and under me, his fingers getting slipperier by the nanosecond as they ploughed through the juices under us, and he finally grasped my cock and loved it in his hands, as now I turned my own tongue into a sword in his mouth, probing and stabbing him everywhere it could reach –
Even into his heart and soul. And then, moving my hands so I could delve between us and grasp his breasts and nipples and tweak them and squeeze them and hold them, and then he raised his hips and buttocks from the bed under me, and he slipped my cock straight in to his man-cunt; just like that.
I had never been here before, but with breasts under my hands, and what felt like a woman’s vagina enclosing my prick, this was no longer a photo session: this was a love-making time, and I tried to do that.
I made love with Bo exactly as I would with a woman – where was Tuan I wondered, but let the thought lapse as Bo’s hands began stroking my back, from my neck to my buttocks; I slid in, slowly, found a barrier just as I would with Tuan, and withdrew, before plunging harder and stronger once, and I slipped out to the tip of my prick, moving my mouth to Bo’s neck and licking him, taking his mind off to different places as my tip just tickled a few cms inside him; and then I bit his earlobe as I thrust right down and in full-length, and he screamed! He thrashed under me, and his cock, which was locked between our bodies, pointing upwards along our bellies, swelled, and I knew what was coming; and so I slowly withdrew, but leaned back in to him, pushing my all into him, and I repeated this again and again slowly, nibbling on his mouth and neck and ears, fingers and hands never letting go of his nipples and small breasts.
I was also feeling an imminent eruption, so I withdrew to my tip, teasing him with a sequence of shallow dips, but building after that and I had to do it, as I began long, fast, deep immersions of my cock into Bo’s vagina, until he throbbed under me, his hands dug again into my back and his long nails raked me, and he thrust his hips up against me – and he blew against our bellies, and as he coated us outside, I let myself go and shot my juices right up there inside Bo, this most lady of men I had been lucky to meet. I pulsed several times more at the thought, but Bo was even stronger and he shot great belches of hot liquid between us – youth versus age wins. “Oh, I am dead, or in heaven, or maybe both!” Bo wailed under me, and I leaned in to kiss him, show him he was indeed alive; I did not withdraw, but I bent my knees up under me allowing me to bend my head down between us and slurp up his cum: I loved this from women, so I needed to taste and experience it with Bo.
It was less sweet than – Tuan’s – and salty, but still creamy, and it was the essence of all Life, so it was therefore Beautiful, and I told Bo so, as I laid back down on top of him, wilting inside and giving him shudders even as I spilt the last of my sperm-less semen inside his wonderful vagina. “You are a beautiful lady, Bo; thank you for making love with me.” I kissed his lips, and he hugged me, and it was as nice, as wonderful, and romantic, as with anybody.
Tuan sighed loudly; “Sorry, we ran out of film – but it is all on my mobile’s video! Anh, Bo -that was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen! Thank you for sharing it with me.” I laughed, as did Bo; “Sorry, em, I wasn’t even thinking about you!” “Nor me!” added Bo, as I did slip out with the laughter, and rolled and lay beside Bo, still cuddling his breasts. Tuan pointed her mobile’s camera at us, said “Say you’re sorry!” Bo and I did, then I just relaxed back against the bed and came down from cumming as I had never before, but which was every bit as good as –or, more so? – compared to a woman.
It was a question to trouble me, perplex me, make me re-think myself, but nothing could change the fact that I had just had beautiful sex.
I kissed Bo, and rose, kissing Tuan as I went past to the bathroom. Tuan called to me that she was going to Liem’s house, and they would come back for dinner, about 6.30p.m. I turned on the shower and shouted out “ok”, guessing it was now about 5.30.
I shampooed my hair yet again, then washed the soap from my eyes as I lathered my body, water turned off: my save mode. Covered in soap, gently caressing my cock, tenderly feeling and remembering where it had been minutes before – inside Bo’s vagina – and vowing never to refer to Bo as a man, or even ladyboy, again: Bo was a woman, and gave me herself as a Woman. Before I could turn on the water to rinse that Woman was inside the bathroom, and standing under the water with me. As I let it pour down on my head of shampoo, Bo was in front of me and she reached her hands up to ruffle my hair, clearing the shampoo out. I had my eyes closed, but when Bo leaned her mouth into mine, I opened that, and let myself twist to lean against the wall, my cock already stiffening as her body melded closer.
Bo continued to let the water rinse my hair, then she turned and I felt her smooth conditioner on my head, and then use her fingers to smooth it through, untangling it to the very ends of its length, then changing to do another section.
Bo turned my body around, leaning it back against her body, my head back to let the water rinse my hair as she gently massaged it and smoothed the water down my back and front. I sighed “Oh, Bo, no wife has ever done this as wonderfully as you; I am confused as hell, but I know what we did was beautiful, and I loved you.”
“A good woman would do this for you, Anh; I am a good woman, only for you, because you make me feel like the only woman in the world, and in my world, that makes you very, very special.” Bo – she – kissed the back of my neck, and I shivered at her touch. Bo was a true woman, feelings and emotions and thoughts and loving as a woman: She was a Woman. I turned my head to kiss her, and then turned my body to hold her and push ourselves together; Bo had a cock, but what she gave me was a vagina, what she gave me was herself: her Woman self. I kissed her on that thought.
Bo was weeping against my cheek as she burrowed her face down against me; I squeezed some soap into my hands and proceeded to lather her from shoulders down, scraping her back – drawing her attention to her own fingernail marks on my bum as a means of distraction, and she laughed and said she was sorry – and I gently smothered her breasts in soap. Bo seemed embarrassed “They are tiny, I know, Anh, but they will grow with the treatments – do you hate them?” “Oh, Bo, no, no ,no…” and I leaned my mouth down to swallow each breast in turn, my tongue licking her nipples into even further erection than the water was doing. She sighed and clasped her arms around my neck, burrowing herself against and into me as close as she could. After some moments, I eased away and continued lathering soap down her body, cuddling her cock as I cleaned it, then wrapping my arms around to smooth soap over her buttocks and down to lather her cunt. She groaned and raised herself on tiptoes, almost to my height, and I plunged a finger inside, swirling and cleaning and heightening senses. I soaped her out and withdrew, kneeling down now as I lifted a foot to rest on my thigh and washed her from pelvis to toes, one foot and another the same. I stood up and kissed her.
“Bo, I can’t offer you much of anything, but what I have I offer to you – and I ask nothing from you. You know I live down south, so I won’t be here often, and when I am here – like tomorrow – it will be for work. But, I hope we can see each other and be friends at least.” I rinsed her off, and stepped out, turning off the water and handing the driest towel to Bo as she also slicked water off her body.
“Anh, I work here, and live with my mother here; and I will be here for you whenever you need me. I have never told anyone this, but: I Love You, Anh Steve.” Bo wrapped her towel around my body and drew me close as she whimpered, and I cradled her head and slurped kisses over her cheeks and neck, and nibbled at her earlobes. “I will be back to you, Bo.”
It was after the next day’s events – finding out the office manager and his wife had been murdered -my door-bell rang as I hung up from advising the Boss of the details to date and agreeing I, at least, would be here for at least three more days until the burial, and to start planning for the office and Company changes there would need to be.
I threw my shorts back on to find Bo there, almost crying. “What’s wrong, Bo, what’s happened to you?” In response, she – this man-lady/ladyboy I had only known for two days – threw her arms around my neck as I kicked the door closed, and sobbed tears onto my bare skin.
In grasping me she had also whacked my back with a plastic bag she was carrying, and she said “Sorry, Anh, Tuan told me what happened, and she sent me to buy you some more beer, and now I am so upset for you – you must be feeling awful!” I took the beer, counted and then got enough money and gave it to Bo as I tried to soothe her.
“Bo, Bo, don’t be upset; nothing has happened to me, but yes I am upset for Anh Duc and his wife who are dead, and for their daughter and families, but Bo, I am all right.” I cuddled her lightly and smoothed her hair; “Bo, if you are a Buddhist, as I am as best I can, then you will know that all Life is suffering, and if we are good people, the New Life will be on a better level. This is what I hope for Anh Duc and his wife.”

Bo sniffled and I gave her a tissue from the box, disentangling, and waiting for her to calm down. “I know that, Anh, but it is you I care about and am worried about – remember I told you my feelings for you, Anh, and part of that is worrying about those you Love.” I shushed her “Bo, no need to worry, I am fine, promise; what you need worry about is keeping your job, so thanks for the beer, you and Tuan, and now you should get back, and we’ll see each other later, ok? I promised I would be back, and I will.”
I moved her gently to the door, opened it and lightly brushed my lips on her cheek as she went out, a final sniffle and she gave me a wan smile, saying “Anh, I do not joke when I tell you: I Love You. Believe me, Anh em.”
I nodded and I did believe her, but I felt sadness along with my new found feelings. Poor Bo, she was very sensitive, of that there was no doubt, and very loving – but it was something I needed be mindful of to avoid hurting her. (End of Part 1)





Lady-Man Love, Part 2: Feelings after the Dawn
I found something more last time here in Da Nang, a male who was a female, or trying to be: Bo, who worked in the hotel I stayed at, and she gave me a taste of the future with another – perhaps better person - one who may not cheat me as many women have, and now I was back….

I showered, changed and was enjoying a beer on the balcony when the door was knocked upon. Bo rushed in, closed the door and hugged me; “Oh, Anh, I am so happy to see you! Welcome back!” I gently pried ‘her’ from my body, and kissed each cheek; “Me too, em, you look fine and well.” “Oh yes, Anh, I am fine; when Tuan told me you were coming back, I was so excited, and couldn’t wait!” Bo hugged me and kissed me back, but she didn’t stop at my cheeks, she grasped them in her hands and found my lips, lightly at first, but then harder and she pried my mouth open with her tongue and entered, and I welcomed her. I pulled back enough to say “I told you I would be back, em.”
“And I couldn’t be happier Anh Steve” as she delved back into my mouth and her long-nailed fingers scraped up my back under my shirt; I was leaking pre-cum already and struggling with the feelings which Bo seemed able to ignite in me – me: a male who had females everywhere I turned, and who I loved and made love to in full pleasure - but Bo, she was something special. I reached up to her face, sucked on her tongue and then held her head back a little, “Bo, I have something to show you” and I stepped back; “Oh, I know Anh, I can feel it…” and she felt at my crotch where even my jeans hadn’t contained the seepage from my cock, which itself was straining hard to break out. “No, em, not that, and I am going for dinner soon with Tuan and Liem – just wait a moment,” and I pulled her hand away and went to my bag, delved into a pocket and brought out the wrapped folders of photos from my last trip here, those of Bo, and Tuan, and Bo and I at the end of the film.
Bo grabbed them and jumped on the bed, lying back while getting the folders out; I went over to show her which one to start with, and she grabbed me and pulled me down beside her, opening the first to see herself; she gasped, turned and kissed me, and back.
They were really good, I congratulated myself, and erotic and romantic and Bo was beautiful in them. She now alternately sighed, whistled, coo’d and blushed over them, and when she was at the final two of my second film, she stared and stared, and then turned to me and cried against my shoulder. “Oh Anh “ Bo blubbered, wetting my shirt, as I cradled her head and tried to soothe her, “They are so beautiful for me, to see us together for that first time; Tuan hasn’t shown me the video – she told me you had to see it first, and you haven’t yet have you?” I shook my head, stroking her face dry and feeling as tender towards anyone as I had ever felt. Bo closed the folder and lay it down on her side, and as she calmed, I said quietly “Bo-oi, I have to fix myself to go to dinner ok? And you should be working, so you need fix yourself, right? This magic between us, and it must be so, has struck me just as if Merlin threw a lightning bolt at me, but it has to be between us, em; we have to live this as if we are on a parallel universe, at least for now, ok?” “Oh Anh, I understand perfectly – that is how I, and others like me, live all the time; it isn’t easy – and won’t be for you Anh - but it is another way to live, and I will be there for you.”
Bo sniffled and I suddenly understood myself: what a hard life Bo and others must have every day! “I finish at 10pm, Anh, and have to start again at 0500; you can call me later – if you want…” I kissed her, long and longingly, and felt even more pre-cum oozing as I fondled her breasts under her shirt. Then I jumped up at the sound of the door bell, and Bo ran for the bathroom; I opened the door after a minute and Liem ran in to hug me, but looked at my face and asked “Are you ok, Anh?” I nodded, but before I could answer Bo came out from the bathroom, looking revived and refreshed; “Oh, thank you, Anh, I am sorry I had to run to the bathroom, but it was an emergency!” “No problem, em, don’t worry about anything.” Liem looked around and spotted the photos on the bed, but Bo ran and grabbed them first, saying they were hers and she had put them there when she had run to the bathroom – boy, what an actress she was I thought, as I hid my smiles behind my hand! Bo thanked me again and left, as Liem looked a little confused, but she had news of the office, and she went on to that as Bo closed the door with a last endearing look. I turned, needing to change myself and so I ’jumped’ to the parallel universe and became another me.
Home to my room after dinner, showering and changing into shorts, and even having a shave – thinking I didn’t bring enough clothes for an extended stay; I took a can of beer and turned on the news to BBC: it was 10pm, and I settled onto the sofa lounge to watch. Some minutes later, a knock at the door, and I opened for Bo to enter; “Is it ok, Anh?” I smiled and that was enough of an agreement, and Bo came in, locked the door and rushed past, a large handbag over her shoulder, heading straight for the bathroom! I called out “Are you ok, em?” and she replied “Yes Anh, but after working, I wanted to shower first!” I chuckled and turned my attention back to the TV news. Bo called out again, “Anh, I am surprised you are alone; what happened at dinner?” I went to the bathroom door, pushed it open a little, and said “I just wanted a quiet night, em, so Tuan and Liem dropped me off and went home; we have some problems at the office, and Tuan starts work at 0600, so yes, only me – and now you.” “Oh Anh, do you want I leave you alone?” I pushed the door open more and gently replied “No, Bo, you are welcome to be here.” “Thank you, Anh; I wanted to be here, but only if you wanted me here.” She exited the bathroom, clad in a black satin teddy.
And that was all she had on! My mind turned off the news – who cares about the world I thought? – Bo sat down beside me, curling her legs up under her. “Bo, it’s too dark for me to take photos, but wow, that’s what I would like to do!” “Do you like Anh? I bought this today, just for you.” I need clean my teeth I thought, and I said, but before I did that I had to hold her, and I did that also, noting with rising excitement in my groin that her breasts were more formed – bigger – than even just a few weeks ago, and I moaned against her neck; “Are you sleeping here em? If so, go to bed while I clean my teeth and I will be back in a minute.” I slid my hand down over her breasts, they felt wonderful, and stood up, holding my hand out to her, and she stood like a proper lady and curtsied, and as I turned away to the bathroom, she asked “Anh, which side of the bed do you like?” “Tonight I don’t mind, em” and I let her choose while I cleaned and gargled, brushed my hair one time, and turned off the light.
The main light was already off but the soft bedside light was on, and I could see Bo under the sheet very nicely outlined as I stripped off my shorts, my cock already ready, ready and ready! Bo reacted at the sight of it, and shrieked a little, but what else was I to do?
“I am sorry to scare you em – do I scare you, do you want to leave? I just couldn’t help myself, it happened all on its own!” “Oh Anh, I think that is what every Woman wants: a Man who shows he wants her! Come to bed Anh, and I want the light on, please, so I can see you.” “As do I em, you are so beautiful.”
I lifted the sheet off; Bo still had her teddy on, but it was so short and hid very little of her; but it was so sexy, and I had a fleeting thought that all women should entice their lovers with such a bedroom outfit: they would make love – or at least have the chance to, without a doubt, dressed as such! I slid in, the feel of the satin against me only adding to my feelings, and I moaned as Bo turned on her side away from me and I snaked an arm under her neck, able to reach far enough to cuddle one breast, and my other arm cuddling the breast closest to me; they were bigger than last time I held them, without a doubt, and I squeezed them both within my hands as my mouth pressed against her back and began kissing. I was over-excited, I knew it, and tried to calm myself and control myself, but I exclaimed to Bo as I used one hand to open her legs for my raging prick: “Em-oi, I have to have you now!” and that was all I said, as I opened her.
Opening her legs gave me access to her own smaller prick, but it was stiff and leaking juice, as was my own, and I mixed them together around the head of her cock, and then used them to slide up and down and wet Bo’s vagina, and I slopped juice from my hand down my own prick and I had to, I had to now, insert the head into Bo, and I sighed with the pleasure of being inside her as I slipped into the whole void which was Bo, and I became lost in a new world of which, before, I had only had a sample, but now it was truly like finding a new Shangri-La, and it was – well, it was totally new, and as I thrust to the depths of Bo, and she thrust her buttocks against me, I didn’t need my hands to hold her hips and I eagerly burrowed them around her body for her breasts to hold and fondle and squeeze, and nipples within my fingers, and my lips and teeth could have torn her apart in a frenzy as I moved one hand to her cock and it was ready, and I was ready, and we burst in a Storm and like a Tsunami, we gave forth the Life juices which Created us both, and they cascaded down the Mountain we were on. I closed my hand around Bo’s cock in reflex as I tensed my own inside her, and I gathered the pool of her juice even as I filled her womanly vagina with my own.
I breathed heavily against her back, now sucking rather than biting on her neck and ears, and finally managed to get out “I am sorry em; I didn’t want it to be so fast, and I hope I didn’t hurt you anywhere, but I was just so excited – so it’s all your fault!” I laughed at the end and lifted my hand to my mouth and slurped up the essence of her, even as I spasmed inside her, and she reached for my hand and drank of herself and then I was able to return and cuddle two breasts, calmer now and able to realize just how much bigger they had grown, and the feel of them was enough to give me some more energy and my cock grew within Bo and I turned her over, twisting through all the juices between us, and now she was on her back and I was truly making love to her as a Woman in the missionary position, and my mouth could reach to suckle her breasts. Oh god, I couldn’t get enough, I didn’t know what I wanted next, but Bo’s hands went to the back of my hand on her breast and held me there, and then she stretched them down and lifted her pelvis up against me, and I surged and thrust inside, and my mouth had a whole breast inside and my penis was pulsing again within a Woman’s life-centre, and the Woman under me receiving my offering was Bo.
Bo hadn’t said a word since she invited me into bed, and now as I had to be giving her the last of my juice – forever maybe, since I felt so drained maybe there would never be anymore – my cock was wilting and her body sank onto the bed, her hands coming up to cradle my head, and I nuzzled into her neck, and across and up to her face and finally her mouth, which I opened gently with my tongue - and I gave myself to her at this end of her body, joined by mouths, even as I slipped from her centre; and now she moved her head away from my mouth and spoke “Anh, do you remember what I told you last time you were here, when I showered here?” “Yes, em, you told me you loved me.” “More than that Anh – what else did I say?” I didn’t have to ponder: “You told me to ‘Believe’ you, em.” “I hope you ‘believe me’ Anh, it is important to me that you know I tell the truth.” “As do I, em, but I also asked you not to get hurt by feeling love for me, that is a worry for me as I never want to hurt anybody. If I felt I was hurting you, here“- and I held my hand over her left breast and heart - “I truly would not do any of this, em; not ‘any of this’, that sounds bad: I would do my best to not let you love me if I thought it would hurt you.” Bo burst into tears and held me as I held her.
It was some minutes later when Bo spoke again, the tissue I had given her wet against my chest; “Anh;” she paused before she could continue “Anh, you know I am not yet a ‘full’ woman, but you make me feel like a Woman so much, let me love you a little, is that ok?” I smiled, reached across her to turn off the bedside lamp, and kissed her; “Yes, Bo you are a Woman to me, and I can, and do, Love you like a Woman, and it is more than a little, but it is you I worry about.” I cuddled her two breasts, nuzzled my mouth through her hair to kiss her neck and we almost slept; but Bo wept under me so I held her, and squeezed her body hard, hoping to show I really did care: and I surprised even myself when I realized how much I truly cared for this person next to me. To show her, I burrowed my head under the sheet I had thrown up before, turned Bo on her back, and I slipped my mouth around a breast, lying on my side and suckling her like a baby: like I loved to do to any woman who slept with me after we had made love. Her hand curled around me and she ruffled her fingers in my hair, kissing the top of my head, as my hand smoothed over her belly and came to rest on a rigid cock, upright and jumping under my touch. I stroked it, and moved my mouth down.
But first I moved across, wanting to give both breasts equal attention, and leaving my hand to continue, I swallowed her other breast, wriggling my head against her chest and getting an ear massage from the nipple I had just let go of, as my mouth enveloped the other one, and my tongue licked and teased that nipple; Bo was moaning and thrusting against me, and I knew what I wanted to do as I slurped down her small mounds and her flat abdomen, pausing at her belly-button to suck inside, and continuing my tongue’s path down a bare, shaven mound of her groin until I took my hand away, sliding it under her buttocks and placing my mouth on the tip of her cock. Bo reached her hands down and moved my own hair out of the way, letting my face and mouth do what it wanted, and though I wanted it to be slow, she was so hard and succulent under my tongue and in my mouth that I had to suck and before long Bo erupted, raising her pelvis up at me as I buried my mouth to her groin and had all of her cock within my mouth, letting her ejaculations hit my tongue and swallowing and waiting for more. I was sure I had it all, but I felt contrite when she whimpered and said “Anh, please come here” as she pulled my hair up. “Sorry em, you were just so nice!”
As a man, I should have known she also would have a sensitive cock after climaxing, but I had been greedily continuing my sucking; “Sorry, em, I wanted it all and more, but that was thoughtless of me.” I slid up her belly and chest and kissed her mouth, until Bo turned , and lay on her side, her hand reaching behind to pull me to her, spooning, and my own cock was now ramrod hard, and she opened her thighs to pull it between, and reached back more to make sure our bodies were as close as possible; I was feeling not only feisty, but also tender and – I don’t know what: how does one explain to anybody a feeling of wanting to do everything at once: make love, have sex, cuddle, kiss, talk, be silent, sleep and wake up like this the same, but above all show the lover with you how you feel? I made a decision: “Bo, can I come inside you again and we go to sleep?” Bo didn’t answer, but she pushed the head of my cock back through her legs and put it to the entrance of her special vagina, and hard as I was I slipped straight in.
I didn’t push, no thrusts, no sliding in and out; I did as I said: entered her and went to sleep, cuddling her breasts and kissing her neck, and lodged within her Womanhood, my cock had a new home.
I woke sometime later, finding myself rolled over and Bo’s hand stroking my cock straight out, and her own pressed hard against my buttocks; she whispered in my ear, “Anh, I don’t do this normally, but I am not yet a woman, and my little penis finds you so attractive – can I come in, Anh, will you let me do that before I must get up and go to work?” In answer, no words, I reached behind me and pulled her body even harder against my own, and she slurped her mouth against my neck with her fingers there also, and she stretched her arm between us to wet my virgin slit, sliding through the wisps of hair I had there and finding my hole; it wasn’t enough juice however, but her cock was slippery and she slid that up and down along me and I felt wonderful that this was happening to me for the first time, and I moaned, but I was missing something: I wanted more contact, so I pushed over until I could be on my back, and now I could hold Bo’s buttocks and show her, yes, I wanted her, and I could also kiss her and fondle her better than just by myself on my side, and I lay my cock upright on our stomachs between us, letting Bo know this was her time to make love to me. She leaned down to kiss me, and it was a kiss of so much feeling and tenderness, I melted and sighed.
She stuck her fingers in my mouth and I sucked on them eagerly, but she withdrew and used them again to make her cock wetter and then she put it against my hole, opening my legs wider, showing me she wanted my knees lifted up and out so she had a better entrance, and her cock entered me as I reached my hands to her breasts and fondled them: Bo was no different to any woman I made love with, but she had an extra attraction, and it was that which now pushed inside me, not too big and not too long, but seemingly perfect for my first time at this, and a perfect fit in this moment in time. I lurched up and let go of her breasts to grab her bum cheeks and push her hard into me, and she pushed as hard as she could also and I could feel the sensation of being a Woman myself perhaps, as Bo then moved in and out, her cock perhaps only 12-13cms, but in a virgin it was beautiful, and she pulled out and sank in again just as I would do, and I soared off into a new world experience. I stroked her back and pulled her mouth down to suck inside, and nibbled her neck and ears and did everything I could feel to do, but mostly I wanted her tits in my mouth, and I raised my legs, pushing her within but also lifting.
Her body was now high enough up my own that my mouth could swallow a breast, and I marveled at how much like a woman she had transformed into just a few weeks after our last/first time, and how would she be next time? I guessed her prick would shrink as her breasts swelled, but tonight she had both beautiful areas and she pushed a breast into my mouth even as she pushed her prick in and out of my own manly vagina. I had a vision of myself as now a bisexual, and it was no hard thing to feel and hold on to; perhaps Bo’s gift to me was more than she knew, and I could now envisage a relationship with anyone: woman, bi, or man, or one such as Bo, changing from what ‘he’ didn’t want to be to what ‘she’ wanted to be – and I suppose it might also apply to the other way around…but that was all interrupted when Bo leaned her face to my head, and I lifted my own to kiss deeply and she only stopped to say “Anh, now you will not be a virgin” and she thrust her pelvis hard and her cock was as far as it could go inside and she let it burst, and my own cock between us did the same and, for my first time, I felt the Rain inside myself as Bo must have been feeling she was the Cloud opening up to spread forth the essence of all things, and she had given It to Me.
Bo tensed as she spurted within, and I held her breast within my mouth, my hands to her buttocks – she was so smooth, no hair in her crack as I had, even if my body hair was sparse all over - but she had the desire to run her hands through my semen coating us both and took them to her mouth, slurping her fingers before jamming them into my own mouth. It wasn’t the first time I had tasted myself, but on Bo’s fingers it was something more special, and I sucked them and myself and her unique taste and delighted in the combined taste. I lay down on her, asking if she was ok, and she murmured something which sounded like ‘beautiful Anh’ and I just slowly sucked on her breast as she shrank within me, and I was amazed how it felt: her prick shrinking, yes, but it touched nerves within me I guessed as it did so, and made me shiver, and I had this blinding epiphany that perhaps Women, or Bo, felt it like this the same, and it was – well, amazing! We lay like this for perhaps five minutes, and gradually I became aware that the roaring I was hearing was not within me, but without: the wind was howling, and the rain was blasting down! Bo also seemed to notice it for the first time, and she said “Anh, I have to go fast!”
“I think this is a big storm coming; I need start work to help, sorry Anh!”
I felt her slip out of me and she kissed me as I rolled off and she rose from the bed. Now I recalled the Weather report and the tropical storm heading this way, towards Da Nang. I guessed it had arrived. Bo headed for the bathroom and I heard her showering quickly, and when she came out to get dressed I marveled at what we had done, and what I certainly had felt. “Did you like being with me, Bo? I have to ask…” She came to me after pulling up a pair of panties and smiled as she sat on the bed beside me “Oh Anh, never worry about that; I have only told you ‘I love you’, and that wasn’t a ploy, nor a joke, and it is as true tonight as our first time.” “But what happens in the future, em, where do we take this?” “It will take itself Anh.”
That was one of the most profound thoughts I had ever heard spoken, and I reached up to kiss Bo deeply and lovingly. She returned it and slipped away, pulling on a very tight boob-tube which squashed and hid her breasts, and I almost cried for her; she saw my face and smiled sadly as she finished dressing as a man, came to me for a last kiss, and said “Don’t go out Anh.” Indeed the storm was howling outside.
I didn’t go out; I ordered room service breakfast, but then cancelled it, watched the BBC which showed some footage of the storm and reported much flooding and damage, but thankfully low loss of lives, but also noting it was expected to remain over eastern Vietnam – here – most if not all of today. I phoned Liem and told her to advise staff the office would not open today, and also advise our potential clients we should postpone the meeting until Monday, when presumably this would be over. Liem asked what I would do, and I answered ‘stay here in my hotel’ – but I didn’t add ‘waiting for Bo’, but indeed that’s what my feelings told me I was doing. This would naturally prolong my stay here, and the truth was: I didn’t know if it was for the benefit of the office project, or if it was personal to spend more time with Bo. For a weekend at least it wouldn’t really matter so much; the motives could wait and sort themselves out maybe.
I showered, unusually felt I should -and did- shave again, even though I had last night, and threw on shorts and a t-shirt and went for breakfast downstairs, standing in the foyer to look out at the storm.

Heavy towels were stacked against the front doors where rain was blasting against them, but the dining area was inviting, few people, and I ordered eggs and toast and coffee.
I also asked the staff if everyone was ok, and they were able to nod and say ‘yes, some guests had left early yesterday when the storm had been forecast, and others expected today had delayed’ – not unnaturally I thought. No newspaper delivery this morning, so I read/re-read yesterday’s while I waited. But that was soon finished, even a second coffee and a quiet cigarette off in a corner away from other diners, so I asked at Reception what news Vietnamese TV had given of the forecast, and they repeated what I knew from the BBC: maybe all day…I asked for my room to be cleaned soon if possible, and they advised it had already been done while I had breakfasted. I smiled with thanks and headed upstairs, not having seen Bo anywhere.
My room was indeed cleaned, and I looked out to find the housekeeper and gave her a tip when I found her down the corridor; she smiled and bobbed her thanks, and I just said I liked my room cleaned early please, and so thanks, and also asked her to take my laundry.
Perhaps an hour later I was dozing on the bed, music on the TV down low, and there was a knock on the door; Bo jumped in when I answered. “Oh, I am so tired Anh! I had to check every room and make sure to put towels where water might seep in. Now I need sleep until I go back on duty tonight – can I sleep for a while here Anh?” “Oh yes, em, as you can see, I am ready for sleep myself, not sure why I am so tired…” Bo giggled and hugged me, then ran for a quick shower, borrowed a hotel toothbrush, and came out naked, swinging hips and boobs at me on her way past and her cock small but prominently displayed for my view. I reacted, my shorts feeling the pressure of a jumping cock, and I too went to clean my teeth, and quickly into and out of a refreshing shower, wanting to be so as I joined Bo in bed, after locking the door.
“You, em, are you ok after last night?” “A little sore Anh, and tender, because you are so much bigger than the couple of men I have had – but you didn’t hurt me Anh, truly! It was wonderful, but you must know you are bigger than – can I say – normal-sized Vietnamese men? Did I hurt you Anh?” “Oh no em, you were perfect for my first time, and it was wonderful also for me; but I am sorry if you have pain now, sweet Bo.”
I was cuddling her from behind, my hand clasped over her breast, and I had to ask “Bo, your breasts are bigger, quite a lot – and oh, I love cuddling them so much - but from just a few weeks ago, so I guess you are on female hormones; are you sure they are safe em – for the rest of your body also?” She sighed before replying “Thank you Anh, I like them growing also, and they feel like breasts now, not just ‘bumps’ or fat; there’s a doctor here, actually he is from Thailand, and he brings in medicine from there – a lot of the girls, well – girls like me – go to him and use the same, and seem ok; it’s not cheap, but it works and he is very kind and it seems we can trust him. Last week he told me my penis will stay about this size unless I choose to become 100% female and – well, cut it off, and get a vagina – but for that I would have to go to Thailand to do. And today, only today, after being with you overnight, I think maybe I would just like bigger breasts for your hands, but also keep my penis for you sometimes if you desired it.” It was a long speech of open and frank thoughts and feelings, and I hugged her, not sure what to say, except “Bo, you are my first at this –what do we call it – this love-type, and if I only ever know you as this, it will be sufficient to love you.”
Bo squeezed my arm around her and asked “Anh, can you come inside me the same as we slept last night, close and joined together like people in love?” I kissed her neck, slurped saliva from my mouth on two fingers and transferred them to Bo’s for her to add some more, and then I slicked up her rear-facing vagina before sliding my leaking cock up and down and within, truly joined now as I hugged her and cuddled a breast in my hand and my cock cuddled her insides and we rocked together to sleep, my mouth in a smile and I thought Bo’s might be also. My feelings were intense, as new as they were, and they were filling me with emotions and turmoil and Love for this new lady now part of me. The storm raged on outside, and so did my heart, and my maleness wanted to do the same, but I was mindful that Bo had been working hard, and I just squeezed her breast tighter and buried my face against her neck through her hair so my mouth could feel bare skin as I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
But it was impossible and my cock began moving within Bo, and she back against me, and it was a big slide from my engorged cock from her opening to the end, but I repeated it endlessly and Bo began moaning and I was so excited I kept going until my hand found her cock and we erupted yet again together, but Bo’s was outside and mine was inside her, and I pressed against her and let myself spasm and groan and push and… and then I remembered, no, not that: I told myself: she was tender, and I willed myself to ease back and slow to a very gentle movement, and I hugged her, mouthed “I am sorry, em” and hugged her closely, “but it’s your fault for being so exciting - and I can’t control myself with you!” Bo turned, thus easing me from within her, to face me and I kept hold of her cock, her juice in my hand, and when we were face to face, she gripped my cock and filled her hand with juices, just as mine was, and she put her hand to her mouth, and I did the same and we slurped up each other’s outpourings, and then swapped, and I greedily sucked on her fingers as she did to mine. My cock was empty but not dead, and we were laid face-to-face and I felt so wound up and I now wrapped my hands under her neck and across her and pulled her tightly to me, our cocks lying together and my mouth plastered on Bo’s – I couldn’t get enough of her, and I slid under the covers and kissed her from her neck to her toes, and back again, and she was moaning when I stopped at her dainty prick, and my mouth rested there.
My hands held her breasts, but I was mindful of her sensitivity and just gently licked without sucking on her remaining manhood, but, oh god, I felt so much towards Bo, not only my body with hers, but my heart leapt out at hers, and I was feeling so much I didn’t know what I was feeling, but I knew, at this moment, I wanted to stay here: right here!
Bo relaxed above me, and felt so limp I was sure she had gone to sleep, so I slid up carefully and held her hands as we lay face-to-face and body-to-body and went back to a land of slumber, our cocks mating sleepily below. It was hours later when we woke, Bo first needing the toilet, and I watched her rear view as she walked, swayed, across the room; honestly, without sight of her man-cock, she looked just like a woman, smooth and curvy, hairless and slim. When she returned, front view this time, my head was propped up on the pillow, and I told myself this was the best of two different worlds, but all in one package, and I felt my eyes misting at my feelings for her. Bo came to the side of the bed and said gently “Anh, what’s wrong?” She lay beside me and stroked my arms, and I could only say “Just my feelings em; this is the type of person I am – I even cry at silly romantic comedy movies!”
Bo smiled sweetly and reached up to kiss me; “I knew you would Anh and that is why it is so easy for me to love you. But now, I need shower and, if I can, run across the back to my room and change for duty soon.” With a sweet, light, gentle kiss Bo stood up and smiled her way back to the bathroom, and I could hear her cleaning her teeth and showering, as I rose and straightened the bedclothes, and looked out the doors into the gloom and the windy rain.
Bo finished, dressed and prepared to leave; she turned to me, “If the storm finishes or is not so bad Anh, maybe we can go out to eat when I have my dinner break about 9pm; I know a good place to go to, has some friends of mine own it and work there, ok?” “You think they will open in this weather, em?” She nodded so I agreed if the wind died down – rain didn’t worry me so much, but the wind did. Bo blew me a kiss and looked out the door before exiting.
Alone, I realized I should do some of my own work; I phoned Ban, our manager in Hanoi, where I had expected to fly to this evening. Liem had already advised the office, but now I told him we had had to put off meetings until Monday – I hoped – so could not yet confirm when or if I would be up.
He assured me all was well, both the office and the project, and we talked about the storm for a minute and said ‘bye. I phoned Quy’s mobile and gave her an update, asked her to let my housekeeper, Mrs. Phung know I would be away some more days, and also gave her Ping’s mobile to tell her. Jobs done, I showered, shaved – I seemed to want a clean-shaven face daily for Bo, whereas normally on a free weekend I wouldn’t even bother, and could get away with one every two days as I truly detested shaving at all. A beer and I decided to watch TV, and Saturday afternoon/evening there was plenty of sport to choose from. During a break for an ad much later in the evening, a moment’s quietness seemed out of place – and then I realized the absence of the wind hammering against the balcony doors and window, and I opened to find the stormy weather much reduced. My house phone rang, so I left the door open and answered; it was Bo to ask if I would be ready in 15 minutes, and could I meet her at the rear entrance stairs – bit difficult to head off together through the foyer she said! I said I’d be there, and quickly changed into my jeans and a polo shirt, brushed my hair and my teeth, gathered necessities, locked up and went down the fire exit stairs.
Bo walked around the corner and ushered me off to her bike parked outside the staff quarters across the courtyard, the rain much lighter and wind far less; we hopped on and she threw the plastic rain coat over us, allowing me to cuddle her out of sight of everybody, and I fondled her breasts; “Anh, do you want me to crash?” I mumbled ‘sorry em’ and put my hands on her thighs instead. It was only five minutes and she parked and we lay the rain cover over the bike and trotted across to the entrance of a nice looking restaurant on the lake, not one I had been to before. We were greeted by a lady who hugged and squealed at Bo, and then more demurely shook my hand and patted it, as Bo said “Anh is with me, Chi” and that must have been a signal of some sort and now she hugged me also! She was beautiful but it only took a few more seconds before I guess she was either a Lady-man or lesbian friend of Bo’s, and as I passed staff and other diners it was evident there was a special clientele who came here and worked here, and many of the ladies I saw in passing, the staff, were extremely attractive, and their smiles enticing. Bo whacked my arm and some girls giggled as we sat at a small table, and 2 girls rushed with menus. I ordered a beer, and Bo only water.
Bo looked severely at me, “Maybe I should have taken you to a fast-food place and taken you home Anh.” Then she smiled, “See anything you like Anh – on the menu, not off the menu.” “Bo, I eat a little bit of anything you want – from the menu.” I smiled at her and she laughed, “These ar