Ex Daughter Grown Up, Part 10, Prelude To Return free porn video

(Introduction: if you have read parts 1-9, you will know the people involved: a husband back working in the country he loves and where his grown-up 17y.o. step-daughter, Yen, from a previous marriage has arranged for her ‘daddy’ to be taken care of by others…lots of them, and now I am flying back from the Company’s Hanoi office where my ex-wife, Ha, surprised me by being at the same hotel….again, and amongst several others she and I made love, but I left her when she ‘claimed’ me – like an object to which she had a right of ownership; and even with the Love I still felt for her, I was going home with a heavy heart, and a sense of lost direction….I needed Yen to come back. This is very long...)

I opened the door to my own home, noting Ping’s washing hanging outside on the clothes rack, dropped my bag for the moment to open the house up, and was happy to be here with some solitude; all this ‘taking care of me’ and unexpected encounters with my ex-wife was not only physically exhausting, but to one who had become used to hours and days alone for the past few years, it was intrusive, and I craved some peaceful time alone again. My phone rang, but I ignored it for now, stripped down and threw on shorts, then did my first job after every trip: I unpacked, re-stocking toiletries and the small necessities needed every time, and stowed my bag in the corner. I threw some washing in the basket for Mrs. Phung, my housekeeper, who I then phoned to advise my return, and tell her the house looked beautifully clean and tidy; she said she already knew I’d be back today - my secretary had phoned her Friday, so she’d be around tomorrow. Then I phoned Long, my driver, and said ‘back to normal tomorrow, see you in the morning em’ and that finished all the little jobs I needed to do today.
An empty beer later, new one opened, and lounging on the sofa with a replay of last night’s football on TV, I was relaxed and calm. I phoned Yen, it would be dinner-time in Melbourne so figured she’d be about…she answered promptly “Hi Steve, are you home now? I bet you are tired, and I am sorry about the man and his wife who died (referencing our regional office manager and his wife who had been murdered, see part 9) and I hope things are better for you now.”
“Yes, thanks little one, I am ok; ironically the sadness in one office was balanced by the success in Hanoi of our new project start-up: I guess yin and yang are kept in harmony by such things. Yen, when are you coming over, I miss you.” “Oh Daddy, I miss you also, but didn’t Mum tell you I’ll be there in just over 3 more weeks, should be the 24th, but I am still waiting for confirmation, but soon, Steve, soon. How was Mum, did you have dinner – or do anything together?” “Yen, we had sex last night – actually, that’s not fair: we made love last night, Yen. Can you understand, Yen, I can’t refuse her – well, I couldn’t, but afterwards I left her when she ‘claimed’ me, she seems to feel she still owns me, like a little dog. I am not strong around her, little one, never have been, but I think I am getting better!” There was a pause before Yen replied “I already knew, Steve, but I am glad you told me; actually Mum phoned me very early this morning, woke me up in fact, to tell me she expects you and she will be back together very soon and that you and she had just had sex…” “Yen” I interrupted, “See what I mean – your mother seems to think whatever she wants, everyone else involved will just accept! It wasn’t like that, and it isn’t like that, Yen, and though I can never put aside the love I have felt for her, I can never trust her like I used to. You trust me, Yen, there is love, and there is my Love for you.” I took a deep breath, and was relieved when Yen answered brightly “I know, Steve, just like there is my Love for you as my Daddy, and my Love for you now, a ‘Man Named Steve’” She giggled into the phone “I just heard an old song on a music channel on TV, ‘A Boy Named Sue’ I think it was, so I just changed it to suit you. I love you Steve, see you soon, I promise. Oh, say ‘hello’ to Ping later.”
I put the phone down, feeling more at peace after the conversation, finished my beer, locked the front screen door, turned off the TV (the game had finished and I didn’t even see the score!) and lay my head back and slept.
I woke to a noise, focused my sight in the darkening room, and looked at the door where, not unexpectedly, Ping was smiling through the screen door at me. “Chao Anh, can I come in?” I rose from the sofa and opened the door, and Ping jumped at me for a hug and kiss “Oh, Anh, I haven’t seen you for so long, I missed you, so I was very happy when Tinh phoned you’d be home today. Yen told me also, told me to welcome you home as you might be a bit sad, you ok?”
She kissed me again, and then strode over to sit on the sofa, smooth, slim, bare legs leading up to shorts, and an in-fashion maternity shirt-thing above. She was beaming at me, and I smiled at her youthfulness and vivacity and I tried to soak a little of it into myself, revert from an old man needing his afternoon nap to a slightly younger-feeling one. I gave her a glass of water and said I was going to shower, “Are you planning on dinner, em – yes, I thought so, ok I will dress a little better than just shorts”. I gave her the remote for the TV, and headed upstairs where I shaved, showered, washed my hair and brushed my teeth – nothing further left to be cleaned, I dressed in good jeans and a nice shirt, and rejoined Ping. “Wow, you’re looking good, Anh! Come on, let’s go, the others should be there by now.” She continued when I raised an eyebrow, “Just normal group at Phung’s restaurant: Kim, Yen’s mum, and maybe Trinh, I am not sure; all the girls you like, so come on!”
I locked up and hopped on behind Ping on her bike, not too close but not too far in case I had to grab her to hold on, but she snuggled back comfortably against my groin: yes, all back to normal it seems as my cock twitched in response to the closeness of her.
The others were there, ex-mother-in-law, who I still called Mae; her youngest sister, Kim; niece of another, the middle sister, Trinh, had come, she and Ping seemingly jealous of each other when we had gathered like this before, and Phung, Kim’s live-in partner, was standing at the table taking orders. Cheek kisses all round the table and we settled down, my beer arriving immediately, as Phung always knew what I would drink on arrival. The others chose a variety of alcoholic cocktails and water, and began discussing what to eat, as I looked at each of them in turn.
Mae, younger than me by a couple of years, had slimmed in recent times, but she was still a big-framed woman, with large breasts to match, and in her tight jeans and t-shirt, her figure was hardly concealed; I noticed she had cut her hair shorter, and with a start, realized she resembled my current mother-in-law over in Thailand! Same age, similar frames, and now similar hair cuts; only the slight difference between a Vietnamese-Chinese and a Thai-Chinese to distinguish them almost. Though I could attest to their different sex/love-making styles also; Mae in Thailand liked it sweaty and raunchy; Mae here slower and more sensual, and she put her heart’s feelings into it also.
Her youngest sister Kim, my ex-aunty, was a dazzling beauty every time; a voluptuous body with breasts made for sucking, as I had, but little more as she preferred women and Phung, who worked here, and at Kim’s acquiescence for whom I had shown what making love with a man could be like, was her live-in partner, and they always seemed very happy, though careful in public as homosexuality was frowned upon both legally and socially. Kim today was dressed as sexy as always, similar to the younger Ping in shorts and a maternity top, but beautifully made-up and wearing a glaring red lip gloss and nail polish.
Trinh was the most recent arrival in Vietnam, having lived and studied in Australia for many years, where Ha had sponsored her and assisted there. She was an architect graduate and followed that with a business degree, so in the same construction field as me, and she had come back here with a good job to be part of Vietnam’s strong growth. Although I had known her as a much younger child, indeed she had been at my wedding to Ha, she had only been a shy teenager, but when she and I re-met at her first business function back here a few months ago, she was certainly grown up, beautiful and sexy and wanton as I found out.
We had ended up that evening, leaving the function early, and with her beautiful long legs wrapped around me she too had used me, as Yen had urged her, and as Phung had, to find out what making love with a man for the first time was all about: she too had been a lesbian until then, but declared she would be bi-sexual after that first with me! We had wild sex again when I agreed to a photo session at a forest fishing spot, where eventually naked Kim, Phung, Ping and Trinh cavorted for my camera, but it was Trinh’s pussy wrapped around my cock who received my offering when it all became too damn wild to contain, and with Ping screaming as my tongue lashed her insides as she squatted down over my face. Whew, what a day, and what photos! Tonight she was dressed in a white tank top, stretched over her large breasts, but I didn’t know what she was wearing below that.
Now, we were at a more demure location, and Mae was the only one of whom I had no such photos, but she would be too shy to participate I was sure. I shook my head to get right off the subject, and Trinh asked if I was ok; “Yes, em, fine, I was just thinking about photos….”
“Yes, where are they Anh?” Kim asked, “I want to see them again!” “Me, too “added Trinh, both girls smiling in recollection. “What photos are we talking about?” asked Mae, and I blushed, but Ping interrupted to try and change the subject; however, to placate Mae, I turned to her “Oh, all these girls wanted to try and be fashion models in photos, Mae, so I took some of them one weekend. But I need to put them nicely in an album, and then I can show you.” Kim said “I bet Mae would like you to take some photos of her too, Anh.” I tried to glare at Kim before she said anything more, but she studiously ignored me as Mae responded “Yes, I would, when could we?”
Oh, thank you heaven: the food began appearing at the table and all the women became absorbed in that before I had to answer, but I could see Kim still smirking at me, and I wished I could be sure whose foot I could kick under the table! I swallowed some beer, and Phung refilled my glass and I let the girls place some food on my plate, eating my usual small amount, enough to show them I had eaten, and then I was released to sit back as they devoured the rest.
Now that we had settled into conversation mode, I asked Ping about her studies, and after that various subjects were taken up, and it was all enjoyable for all.
Mae asked me about my trip, and I gave them a summary of the death and events surrounding our office manager and his wife, which they had read of in the paper, without realizing I was so close to the matter. Then when I mentioned going on to Hanoi, Mae asked if I had seen Ha. I said yes, she was at the same hotel, so I had run into her several times, and I thought she would be back tomorrow; Kim looked at me, “Was everything all right there, Anh, no problems?” I paused with my beer to my mouth, swallowed, and chose my words carefully “It was ok, em but, to be honest, I am a terror-stricken wreck around her, and she knows it.” Trinh said softly, “Perhaps because you still love her, Anh?” “Oh, I do, Trinh – but it is the love for an ex-wife who I did love so totally, and that is not the love Ha is expecting; she wants Control. Ha would like me to be her pet dog: roll over on command so she could pat me, expecting that to set my tail wagging as if it was the greatest gift she could bestow on me; then of course she could just order me off to sit in the corner until she felt like doing it again; sorry, Mae, but that’s how she makes me feel – and the stupid thing is: she knows I am almost unable to resist her if she did order me so. But I think in another 10-20 years I will be strong enough!” I laughed and they politely, yet sympathetically, followed suit, with Trinh adding:
“Yes, she is very strong-willed, isn’t she, and very successful with it. Now what else can we eat, I am not full.” I felt Ping’s hand gently on my thigh, and she gave my leg a squeeze and smiled at me. The subject was changed and more rice was asked for, together with a new round of cocktails and beer. I rose to go to the toilet, seeing Phung near the Ladies’ washbasin brushing her hair on the way. When I came out to wash my own hands, she was still there; “Anh, can you help me with something?” “Sure, em, what is it?” “I am worried I am losing Kim, maybe to Trinh” she was downcast and I patted her arm, inviting her to continue, “I want to be with her tonight and talk about it, but I think Trinh has asked her out; could you help and maybe invite Trinh out with you, and leave Kim here until I finish work – I am sure she couldn’t refuse, I know I wouldn’t.”
I was a little surprised at all this, but offered “Yes, em, ok, I can try, but only once all right; if things don’t work out between you and Kim, next time I’ll invite you out instead, agreed?” She smiled “Yes, Anh, I accept and I would love to go out with you anyway, thank you; and I will tell Ping what I have asked you to do for me. Thank you, Anh.” She glanced around, and then leaned up on tiptoes to kiss me – not on the cheek, but full on the mouth! I left her and walked back to the table, Phung following to refill my beer. She smiled down at me as she did so, and I smiled quizzically back: what was she up to? Ping stood as I sat and headed for the toilet, as did Mae, and they walked off together, Phung following to carry on her duties I guessed, and perhaps to explain to Ping her plan. I shook my head yet again; the machinations of women were way beyond my ken I told myself. Kim asked me “What’s wrong, Anh, you seem puzzled?” I smiled, then laughed, and thinking of the role I had agreed with Phung, said “I am here with all you beautiful women, and I probably understand none of you – and yet, I am the oldest here, you would think I should know more, but I don’t when it comes to women!” Kim smiled indulgently at me “Oh Anh, that’s because you are just too nice to notice the bad things.”
“We all love you, Anh, because you are so nice, and I don’t think any of us would hurt you, certainly not like Ha has.” She picked up her glass and Trinh followed suit, and they said “Cheers Anh!” I laughed and said to Trinh, “Ping is busy later, Kim will be waiting for Phung, Mae not sure, but would you like to go out after we finish dinner Trinh, do something to build up my spirits?” “Oh, Anh I would love to, really I would, but I promised my boss I would go to an architectural design show with him, and Kim is coming because there is a fashion design section also; it’s the School of Design so they have sections for everything, and…” she looked at her watch, “We are actually already later than I thought; Kim we should go soon.” Kim nodded.
I had no choice to accept it was the truth, meaning I had failed to get time for Phung to spend with Kim; feeling sorry for Phung, I looked sad – and that wasn’t an act. Mae and Ping returned, Ping looking pained, and they both said they were going home, Mae would ride Ping’s bike and take her home, and get a motorcycle taxi herself. Ping whispered “Sorry, Anh, I would love to sleep with you, but my period just began and I have cramps, so better I go home.”
“Oh, of course, Ping, don’t worry about me, I understand these things, really, take care.” She kissed my cheeks and I stood to do the same to Mae, wondering if she was going to come back to my place, but she said “See you in a few days I hope, my son” and she smiled at the ludicrous joke, even if ex-son-in-law was correct. Trinh and Kim stood and said their goodbye’s also, just as Phung appeared with a new beer for me; Kim asked “Will you be ok to get home, Anh, I don’t like to leave you?” I shrugged that off “Well, now I have a new beer, I’ll be fine, and of course, em, I know how to get a Honda-ong taxi and get home no problem. Have a good time” and we all exchanged more kisses, Trinh lingering and pressing herself close to me, “Wish I was staying, Anh, but I promised to do this.” She kissed me again, lingering on my cheek, and I felt a desire to ask her to come back after the exhibition was finished, but Phung intervened to say good night to all, and the moment was gone; a good night’s sleep alone would be a rarity, but I should have one now and again, I told myself, smiling at how stupid that sounded for an aging man to think.
They all waved goodbye and swayed their respective bodies out, past emptying tables, while I sat down.
Phung poured my beer, standing close to my side. “I am sorry, em, I tried, but it didn’t work, they are going to their Exhibition.” “It’s ok, Anh, I know you tried, guess something just left us, you and me, here - well, maybe it was Fate? I’ll be back soon, it’s getting quiet, if you want to wait a short time, I’ll buy you another beer if you need, and then I can take you home on my Honda – save you some money…” I laughed, and settled back in my chair as she brushed me and hustled away to perform her job elsewhere. It was another hour and one more beer when Phung came back, said she was able to leave now, and please wait a couple of minutes and she’d be ready to take me; I asked her for the bill, but she said Trinh had left enough money to cover it all when she had left, so I offered a tip but Phung refused and turned away, looking back and saying “Wait just a minute, Anh.” I watched her and she was sure beautiful to watch…remembering the first time I had seen and met her here, before Kim took over and they became a couple. But I think when Phung and I had made love that had been special, for both of us, and it felt good, without ego getting in the way, to know I had pleased her that time, because I had done my best to make it sweet and beautiful.
Phung appeared, unchanged from her uniform, but it was clear she had freshened up and put on a little lip gloss and brushed her long hair, letting it fall down without any clips or ties such as when she was working. She smiled, and I stood to tell her she looked beautiful, and she even blushed, as she led me out to her bike. The parking guy smiled when he saw her holding my hand, and said to me “You’re the lucky one”; perhaps he thought I wouldn’t understand, but I turned and said “Sure am, em, luckiest man in HCMC tonight” and while he looked stunned, Phung giggled, and turned to the boy, said “I am just giving a friend a ride home, but I am the ‘lucky one’ anyway, finally meet a nice man!” It was banter between workmates I knew, but nice to my ears anyway, and I put my arm around her shoulders and walked with her pulled closely to my side to where her bike was parked. We rode out and I cuddled her tightly for effect when we passed the entrance, and the boy laughed, as did we; but I didn’t release Phung totally when we were on the streets, as her driving style was equally as fast and frightening as most other women I knew! We arrived at my gate, and Phung said “Well, can I come in for a minute, Anh, or do you want me to go?” “Sure, Phung, if you want.”
I thought she might be feeling lonely without Kim, so I opened the gate and she rolled her bike inside the courtyard. “Want to take some photos, Anh?” she posed provocatively, as I unlocked and opened the house, smiling to myself as she slipped past me inside. I closed the screen door against insects and turned – and found myself pressed against a waiting Phung, waiting to reach up and throw her arms around my neck and kiss me, hard and deep-tongued into my mouth! I responded automatically for a few seconds, but then prised her arms and mouth away, and stepped back “Phung, what are you doing?” “Just what I wanted, Anh; I have a confession: this was nearly all planned to get me alone with you. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since we made love; I have been obsessed, and it has interfered with my relationship with Kim, but she’s an amazing lady and she understood before I did: I want more love-making with you. I didn’t have to lie to Trinh, they were going to the exhibition, nor lie to Ping, she really did start her period when she went to the Ladies’, but I would have somehow convinced her to give me this second chance with you.” She hadn’t mentioned Mae, so I figured Mae had truly just been being nice to help Ping.
I was flabbergasted and speechless, and Phung looked crestfallen for a few moments, until I wrapped my arms around her and held her. “I am very flattered if I helped make you feel pleasure before, em, and I did also, but are you sure this is what you want, knowing I can’t give you more than a little bit of myself for a little time? I care for you, Phung, and don’t want you to be hurt in any way.” She broke away from my embrace, smiling but with tears “You used almost the exact words Kim said you would use, and the same consideration; oh Anh, you are the nicest man, and yes, I want to be here with you and will accept only what you can give” she sniffled and I pulled a tissue from my pocket to hand her “It’s a clean one” I said, and she laughed and blubbered. I led her to the sofa, turned on a corner light, and stood for a moment to let her calm down. “Sorry Anh, just crying with happiness, truly.” I went for a glass of water and a beer, but Phung reached for the beer, so I left the water and got a new beer for myself and the tissue box for her. I wandered outside for a cigarette, my mind and emotions churning.


I soon gave up all thoughts except the recurring one: this is dangerous if Phung, like Ping, gives her emotions and her body into making love, believing they are in control, and I am not sure how to handle things if they aren’t. I turned and went inside, but before I could begin asking Phung, she swallowed her final mouthful of beer and answered my unspoken question “Anh, I know what I am doing, and I won’t be any trouble, I promise; I talked with Ping, but what I would like is to just explore the senses you woke in me last time: that’s what I can’t forget, and I need to know if there is more.” I looked at her “Then, that means: if I don’t do a ‘good job’ you won’t like me!” She jumped up laughing and ran to me, pulling my shoulders down to her height and kissed me, “Anh, Ping told me: just sleeping with you is a beautiful experience; so if that is all we do, it sounds magical.” “I might snore” I offered, and she punched me lightly, “Can I shower somewhere, Anh, please?” I turned on the stairwell light, and led her upstairs to my bedroom, turning on the bedside light and the air-conditioning, and the bathroom, getting a clean towel for her, and a new toothbrush.
I said I would shower downstairs and looked at her closely, but she guessed: “Yes, I am sure, Anh, hurry back.”
I returned downstairs, finished my beer and a cigarette, locked up and had my own shower and cleansing, and headed up to rejoin Phung. The water pump stopped, so I knew she had finished showering, and when I stepped into the room, she was standing sheepishly in the bathroom doorway, staring at my nakedness and just managed to croak; “I needed you to invite me into your bed, Anh”, so I crossed the room to her, naked as I was, gathered her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. I took her towel from her and she squirmed quickly under the covers as I draped it over the towel rack and used my Listerine as a final task. The sight of bare buttocks trying to get covered stirred my loins, and when I turned around, flicking the light switch off, Phung was waiting and staring at my bobbing cock. I sat on the bed, facing away from her, to set my alarm, and felt Phung’s arms reach for me, one hand of nails grazing my back up and down – a sensation I truly love – and the other just holding on to my hip, tugging gently and urging me to turn around and join her; I did, wondering if we would sleep or not.
I slid under the covers but immediately felt hot, so threw the quilt off to the bottom; before I drew the sheet up, I took the time to look at the naked body of Phung lying there beside me, even if I had seen it before it wasn’t here with me – it had been a frenzied time on our photo-session at the fishing spot, where all four girls and I had become over-sexed to say the least, and I had had sex from behind with Phung that day, her first man, but it had been quite raw sex, as fantastic as it had been. And obviously for Phung also, since she now seemed to want to try more. I knew her breasts were smaller than some of the others, but no less inviting, as was her hairless vagina, her slit poking up even though she had her legs closed tightly together now; she had typical, satiny skin, and she was sexy and beautiful and vulnerable lying there.
I pried her arms away from covering her breasts, and held them to the side while I leaned my mouth down, firstly kissing her mouth, then trailing down her cheek and neck, but quickly to a small breast I could suck into my mouth; she moaned and her arms lost their tenseness after a few seconds, so I released them, and used one of mine to fondle her other breast, and one to stroke her neck and face. I would be gentle with her.
She whispered “Anh, You know I have never done it like this – like a man and woman do, but last time it was so exciting; can you show me this time what you would do normally to a woman, with a woman?” I lifted my mouth from her breast, kissed her mouth and smiled “Last time was also a man and a woman, Phung; there are many different ways, but yes, we can do ‘normal’- just tell me if nice or not nice, ok?” She smiled in return “You would never hurt me, Anh: that I do know.” I lowered my head, hearing her suck in her breath as I sucked in her breast, and it was small enough I could suction it and use my tongue to stimulate her nipple; she moaned, and I moved up to kiss her face and neck again, allowing my body to lie more heavily on her, but not fully, as my mouth found her ears – my personal fetish – and I nibbled the lobes and stuck my tongue inside, sliding around, before sliding my whole body down, letting my hardened cock push against her body everywhere it went. So much taller was I, and with an extended cock, it was pressing against her legs down near her knees, and she was gasping as I trailed my tongue back down, across her collarbone, her chest, her breast mound, and down her ribs, ticking them off one-by-one.
Moving across to her navel, my tongue probing and slurping everywhere, I dug in, and at the same time my hands fondled both breasts before sliding down her sides and pushing to get under her buttocks. She lifted her pelvis to help me do this, and I dived then at an upraised slit, and thrust my tongue at her, and found a tiny opening which my tongue somehow entered a fraction; but it was enough to get Phung to arch herself even more, and I slipped even further inside as she began humping at me, and she must have covered her mouth as I heard muffled screams coming from above my head as I pushed my tongue as hard as it could go and was rewarded with enough juices to begin lapping it up with my tongue inside and my mouth swallowing her whole cunt from outside. Oh, she was sweet, and I lapped and lapped at her; my tongue better at sucking and licking, not really long enough to penetrate as far as I would have liked, but the taste was exquisite! Under her hand Phung was moaning, and her hips shook under me, and then she reached her free hand down to tousle my hair, and even pull it, and I lifted my mouth and slipped wetly up her body, pausing at her breasts for a soppy suck.
I was allowing one hand to guide my prick up towards her, trailing pre-cum along her legs and thighs, as my mouth sought hers, and she feverishly responded, clutching my back with both hands and thrusting her tongue at me, even as her head thrashed from side to side. I was about to show her I was ready to enter when she gasped “Anh, I want you in my mouth, I want to taste you!” I swiveled and straddled her body, presenting my rear end and dangling prick above her, and then lowering myself, my mouth first, heading back down her body even as my loins headed down to her mouth. I reached her slit with mine a moment before my cock touched her lips and she raised her head to grab the end in her mouth, her teeth closing on me when my tongue slurped her downwards in her slit, and I squeaked! She understood in a moment, and released her teeth, opening her mouth wide to begin sucking me like a young baby with a nipple in her mouth, and I squeaked again, hoping to teach her to be somewhat gentle. She slowed down, and I understood this is her first attempt at cock-sucking, but when I lathered her small clit with my tongue, she climaxed and in her throes she also bit my poor prick again!
I pulled out of her mouth and moved to her side. She moaned and I continued licking and nipping with my teeth at her clit, and closed my lips over it tightly to suck it, but without using teeth to hold it, and her hips bucked under me until I couldn’t hold any more. I would have to help her learn to slow down – if she wanted do this in the future with a man – and I decided it was time to offer her the ultimate lesson. I turned around again, kissed her mouth with her own juices, offering them inside her mouth with my tongue, and she sucked at me, and I backed off to ask “Are you sure, Phung?” She didn’t answer, she just pushed against my shoulders – downwards – and I let my prick caress her again, until my hand guided it to her entrance, and I slopped it up and down her slit. But we were both wet and I entered my head easily, as she took a deep breath in, and with my hands moving to lift up her buttocks to make the angle easier, I slid slowly inside as her breath ‘whooshed’ out. I didn’t stop until I hit bottom – for now – then I withdrew and allowed the head of my prick to tickle her cunt just inside, before slowly pressing back in again, slightly stronger this time, and slightly deeper.
Phung was not squealing in terror or pain, but I wasn’t yet fully in, so I wriggled inside as she moaned and squeaked, but it helped soften her tunnel for my girth and seemed to also helped relax her internally, and I gently kept pushing until I knew my pubes were buried below her and my pubic hair was pressed tightly against her vagina. I kissed her lightly and said “You have all of me inside Phung, how does it feel?” “Anh, no talking, it’s too wonderful…more please” and she grasped my head, and then my shoulders and pulled me against her, the motion pulling me just that centimetre further inside, causing an instant response from Phung: a thrust pelvis and a squeal and a juddering climax. I pushed harder and she thrust at me again and continued to shake her whole body now, and I leaned my mouth to a breast and swallowed it whole as far into my mouth as possible, and she screamed! Now that she had reached this small hill for herself, I wanted to help her strive for greater heights, and I slipped myself totally out, and quickly moved down to lick and suck the juices of both of us oozing from her. She groaned, and I knew she wanted me back inside; I slid a finger in, and used my thumb to find her clit.
I wiggled it against her clit while my finger stroked her insides, and she stayed on the summit of her hill until I decided it was time to take her higher if I could. I rolled her over and sat her down immediately on my cock, and held her hips to plunge her as hard as possible on me, this way hitting deep but allowing her to control it if any pain. She threw her hair round shaking, sat there for a moment not comprehending, but when she did, Phung bounced, and she smiled at the feel - and bounced again! She came on that second bounce, hard down against my groin, my prick driven up inside her by her own actions, and now she swiveled and ground me within. I held her hips down tightly, but now she knew what she wanted, I used my hands to hold her breasts, my fingers perhaps cruel on her nipples, but they were hard as rocks and her breasts were perfectly formed to be easily sheathed within my hands, and she just moaned and pushed herself against me harder. “Oh Phung, you were made for love-making” I croaked at her, pulling on her breasts to lay her down closer to horizontal, changing the angle, and allowing my mouth to search up under her neck, suckling, “But about now, this Man needs to show a Woman what comes next.”

I rolled her over once again, joined tightly, until I withdrew and then began thrusting deep and fast to the ends of her, my hands still holding her breasts and pressing her against the bed while I slid back and forward, each time trying to bring her to a mountain, and just as I had to release the Rain within me, Phung jerked and she was beyond the mountain and we were in the Clouds and soaring to that level where sexuality doesn’t exist, where a Man and a Woman become a Union, a being in the Beyond, and we became the One.
That is how it had felt to me, when a minute or five later, I relived it in my clearing mind, and realized I was heavily lying still on top of poor little Phung, but as I tried to move up and off, she clamped her arms as far around me as she could reach and held me down. I did at least release her breasts and stroked her face instead, drawing myself slowly down until my face was more level to where I could kiss her lightly. She moaned and some tears streaked her cheeks, so I licked and sucked at them, and then slid myself further down and out from within, but still between her thighs as I stopped at her breasts and loved my mouth over them both.
Finally I wanted to lap our juices from her and, gathering them within my mouth, I swallowed some and moved myself up to share the sweet tangy taste of us with our mouths joined. There were no more tears as the kiss lingered, and then I rolled to the side, and cuddled my hand under her shoulders and around her, and my other hand was used to just stroke her body. I waited for Phung to speak first, and it was some more minutes before she sighed “I wasn’t lying when I said Kim and I have become a little distant, and she knew I couldn’t stop thinking about that first time with you, and it was her idea I ask you for another chance and decide for myself what I really want. I am sorry, Anh, I have used you to try and get my own answers to questions I have….” “Ssshh, em, I knew there was something going on, and I could have just said ‘no’, but I didn’t, so whatever happened was because both of us made choices.” I hugged her as I continued, “I want you to know that making love with you was perhaps the closest I have ever come to a sexual nirvana, and I am not lying – I never lie truly – because at the end, I went to a place which was not here, not on this bed, and it was a place where my mind found something…” “Found something new…I can’t explain it…”
“But it was somewhere where ‘Bliss’ lives, and it welcomed me to join it; it was amazing, and it meant something special to me. I can only hope I helped you reach a place of happiness of your own, and also that I didn’t hurt you on the way!”
“Oh, anh, you made me so happy, but I can’t describe it because it is the first time I have ever had such an experience, so how would I even know what it was! But if that is how you make love every time, wow, I would like to be there with you every time!” I laughed and she looked embarrassed, but I kissed her and said with a smile “Oh, Phung, if I could do ‘that’ every time, I would either be as famous as Casanova or more likely a worn-out man old before my time! I am sure you and Kim, or you and others, sometimes it works, sometimes not; sometimes it’s good or not and over in five minutes, sometimes the opposite and seems to last for hours…and sometimes I need to go to sleep afterwards – like now em. Do you want to use the bathroom?” “Can I just go to sleep like this, Anh – wet and juicy and sweaty and happy, do you mind?” I smiled, kissed her gently “Good night, sweet Phung, sorry but my alarm will wake us in the morning.” “That’s ok, Anh, I will go home then. I love you, Anh”
I mulled answering, but decided against it, hoping it was only words from post love-making, and not the emotional dilemma I feared, so I hugged her, and then rolled her to spoon from behind, and I slept the sleep of the worn-out old men.
Amazingly, for me, I didn’t even wake through the night to run to the toilet as I usually did, so it was the alarm which woke me; I turned and stretched across to turn it off, and found Phung had turned with me and was curled up like a proverbial ball against my back. I lay there for a minute, but duty – and now the toilet – called, and I slid away from her and out of the bed, running to empty my bladder. That done, I showered, and heard Phung as she cleaned her teeth; I poked my head out, eyes closed as I had shampoo covering my head and face, and muttered “Good morning, em, did you sleep well?” Through her mouth rinsing and nodding head, I figured she meant ‘yes’, so I returned to my own ablutions. Nearly finished, Phung then poked her head close to me and said “Oh yes, Anh, that was beautiful, even if I only slept a little – I couldn’t sleep, just so happy to be cuddled by you, but I tried not to move; that was hard: I wanted to cuddle you.”
“I wanted to do that so, so much, Anh, to thank you for making me so, so happy.” Her exclamatory comments were giving me more worries, but she wasn’t finished “Anh, there is only one man I could ever love, and it is you, I feel it so much!” I turned off the tap and reached for my towel, but she was there first and began drying me, but I gently took it from her, draped it down my front after wiping my face, and softly said to her “Phung, take it slowly ok; I am the only man you have known, but there are thousands and millions out there just waiting for you, or millions of girls you may prefer. I don’t want you to be hurt, em, but maybe it is not me who can give you 100% what you need, what you want, and what should be yours to feel. I am asking you to be careful, and remember you might feel this because only me do you know so far.”
I stepped beside her and continued drying myself, and she silently retreated to the bedroom while I brushed my hair and finished in the bathroom. I walked, naked, to my cupboard and began dressing, while Phung sat on the side chair and watched me. She was already dressed, and said she would shower at home, but ventured nothing further as I finished.
I threw the covers up on the bed, but leaving it for Mrs. Phung - as she liked to do everything ‘to earn the money you pay me’ she often said – and Phung preceded me downstairs. I went to the kitchen to make my coffee, and turned to Phung to ask if she wanted juice, which I had, or something, but she shook her head. “Anh, I will go home now, and talk with Kim. I need you to know, Anh: if the only man I ever know in my life is you, I will be happy. Thank you, Anh, see you soon; I hope you phone me or come for dinner at the restaurant – every day! ‘Bye Anh.” She came to me and kissed me hard and long, releasing me only when the microwave ‘pinged’ my coffee was ready. She swayed her petite body to the door, unlocked it, but I had to run and find the keys to unlock the front gate, and she kissed me again as she started her bike and exited the gate. Long was waiting outside already in the car, and he took note, but a good driver never asks his boss any delicate questions, so, five minutes later, after swallowing my coffee, I hopped in the passenger seat and gave him a glance: he looked at me steadily but with neither humour nor accusation, and I said “Let’s get back to normal, Long, so off to the office.”

At the office, the first person I sought out was my secretary, Quy (pronounced ‘Whee’); actually, she isn’t my secretary: she is PA to the boss, Anh Duc, but she also takes care of any secretarial matters I need, and I often neglect to properly remember and thank her after my trips. I had had Long stop at the market on the way to the office, and now I presented Quy with a bunch of colourful flowers, and at her amazed smile, I said “I don’t thank you enough, em, for all the little and big things you do for me; so these are to say ‘thank you Miss Quy’” and I bowed as I handed them to her. “Oh, Anh Steve, you didn’t have to do this! No-one has ever given me flowers before – certainly not the Boss!” “Oh, Quy, what about Valentine’s Day, surely there are lots of men out there who chased you…” “Not even then, Anh, but no problem – you have made me very happy, thank you so, so much!” Smiling at her, noting how beautiful she actually was also, I said “You are very welcome, em, anh noi ‘cam on em’.” With those echoes of Phung’s words reverberating in my head, I headed into my office to get settled and, within a minute Quy had arrived with my coffee and smiling at her again, I headed to the Boss’ office to report and get a report on activities here.
We spent time going over the events in the regional office, Danang, and Duc agreed with my suggestions on personnel changes but also hoped they become a little more dynamic and pick up some new work soon. I made a mental note to suggest to Liem her office needs to get out in the market-place and become active. We then discussed Hanoi – no problems evident there with the new project or the office itself – so we discussed some potential opportunities more locally as well as nationally, and finished up almost at lunch-time with the Boss telling me he hoped I would be ok to go to Hanoi perhaps once every ten days or so; he didn’t particularly like Hanoi so gave me the responsibility to keep tabs on the project in his stead. ‘Fine’ I agreed, but added that I might as well include Danang on the way up or back and keep that office on their toes also. We agreed all that, and I headed back to my own cubicle to write up notes and ideas. Quy entered after a short time and asked if I wanted some lunch, so I asked if she could buy me a baguette sandwich down on the corner where I always bought my lunch; she knew as she had bought them before, and I gave her some money and watched her legs walking away – wondering why I hadn’t noticed her so closely before. Just then she turned and smilingly caught me staring at her. I blushed and buried my head down to my notes again, even as I heard a light laughing from the corridor. I am hopeless at playing ‘007’ I told myself!
When Quy returned, I had finished my diary notes, and begun entering them on my laptop, but I broke off when she entered, placing the baguette on a plate with a serviette in front of me, and the day’s English-language newspaper beside it; “You should have a break now, Anh Steve, I will bring you a coffee, anything else you would like?” She was leaning down as she placed the items on the desk, and I would swear her blouse had more unbuttoned buttons than earlier, giving me quite a view to which my eyes became riveted. I rolled my eyes, and she chuckled “What does that mean, Anh – you need something or not?” I laughed and said “That means, a coffee would be fine, em, but nothing else – well, not just now anyway thanks.” I opened my sandwich and my newspaper, and Quy soon returned with a coffee, adding “Anything else you need, or want Anh, call me first ok?” She was flirting with me outrageously, and I wondered what had happened to start this?
My flowers were an innocent gift of thanks, but clearly they had triggered something more for Quy; I would need to tread more carefully – or not, of course. I looked at her, standing there in front of me: she was quite tall actually, even allowing for some heeled shoes, and with a slim figure covered by a black, office-style skirt, not pleated and flowing but rather tighter and shorter perhaps, and with a blue and white vertically striped blouse – that which I had noted a few minutes before – now demurely fastened, but tucked into her skirt tightly enough to outline a firm set of breasts within. Her long, black, natural hair fell loosely down over her shoulders, brushing my desk when she had leaned down earlier, and her face was a smiling one of glossed lips and advertised smoothness. She was very efficient, hence my flowers of thanks, but she had never been overtly conspicuous or attention-seeking; but today she certainly had my attention. “I put your flowers in a vase on my desk, Anh; they look beautiful, so I must say ‘thank you’ again. See you later, and remember: I am here to do anything you need, Anh Steve.”
I smiled up at her, and put my head back in my paper, unable to hide the blush from my face, and she left me.
Finishing my sandwich, I realized I was still only on page 3 of the paper, and hardly knew what I had read; I threw it on my briefcase to read at home, and swallowed the last mouthful of my coffee. I stood, picking up my plate and mug, heading for the kitchen we had, where I washed my things and put them in the rack to dry. When I turned, Quy was right there behind me; “Oh, Anh, I told you to call me – I would have done that for you!” “It’s ok, em, I do this for myself all the time; I am hardly a ‘hi-so’ person who can’t wash his own dishes.” She laughed and said “I know, Anh, you are different to other foreigner bosses, but you gave me flowers, and I just want to do some things nice for you to say my own ‘thank you’.” I don’t know what possessed me, but I leaned to her and kissed her on one cheek, but then came to my senses and stepped quickly back. She was blushing now and I rushed to say “Oh, Miss Quy, I am sorry, I don’t know why I did that; I am very sorry, it won’t happen again, trust me!” She opened big, blue eyes at me and as I squeezed past her in the doorway, rushing to escape, she said “Oh, I hope it does happen again, Anh, soon.”

I beat a hasty retreat from a losing battle, wondering if the battle, and the war, might also be already lost to a more powerful force – a force of one, but that one being a Woman.
Back at my desk, I turned to my computer and concentrated on adding my notes into my files, and also my ‘items to do’ reminder page. I muddled through the afternoon, interrupted by a welcome call from Anh Ban in Hanoi with an update, and I also phoned Ping to ask if she felt better today: she didn’t and was staying at home with cramps, but told me not to worry, and she’d be right in another day or two. I also had a call come from Ha, ex-wife Ha, asking if we could have dinner, but I steeled myself and said ‘No, busy tonight, em’; she said she is returning to Melbourne day after tomorrow, so could we have dinner tomorrow night – a family group dinner like before she threw in as an inducement, so I had to agree to that, and did. I phoned Kim and made her promise to have the other family members there – please don’t leave me alone with her I begged! Then I answered Phung’s sms text “I miss you Anh” with my own “See you tomorrow night em”, and felt somewhat safer for this evening.
Today was my ‘catch-up day’, and I was now caught up on matters, so felt able to head home soon after the office was mostly empty. I picked up my paper, but was interrupted by a pair of legs walking to within a few cms of my bent over head, and I quickly jumped up to face Quy. “Are you going out for dinner or anything, Anh?” “No, Quy, I thought I’d go straight home, and Anh Long is parked on the street waiting downstairs for me, so I should run; see you tomorrow.” I clutched my newspaper and almost did run out of the office, leaving Quy smiling, perhaps laughing – I was sure.
I jumped into the car and we headed home; as we reached there, I was calmed enough to realize: oh, no, I left my briefcase sitting there in the office! I could have asked Long to turn around and drive back, but it was peak-hour and the traffic for a car was difficult at this time every day, so I got out of the car, thanked Long and sent him off home. I phoned the office on the off-chance someone was still there, but while it was ringing, Quy rolled up to my gate on her motorbike. She removed her helmet – good, I thought, she is one who is ready for the new law coming soon, whereby everyone will be required to wear one.
She shook her hair out, reminding me of one of those girls in the movie ‘Charlie’s Angels’ who did the same in the opening credits, and I laughed. She said “What’s so funny, Anh – me?” I stopped laughing to reply “No, no em – you just reminded me of an actress taking her helmet off and shaking her hair like that in ‘Charlie’s Angels’; what are you doing here?” I changed to a more serious tone, and then she picked up my briefcase from in front of her “Did you forget something, Anh?” I nodded, and opened my gates, sweeping an arm down and bowing, inviting her in; she rode into the courtyard and parked it, handing my case to me. “Thank you, em, don’t know how I forgot it, but only remembered when I arrived home, but nobody answered at the office…ah, would you like to come in, have a drink or something, or do you need to go home?” She smiled “Thank you, Anh, yes I would like to come in, and no, I don’t need to go anywhere, and home alone is so sad and boring at times – isn’t it?”
I didn’t answer as I removed my shoes and opened the door, and showed her inside, and opened the windows and turned on the fan for some air. Quy headed for, and sat on, the sofa, curling her long legs under comfortably.
I watched, and then remembered my manners; “Would you like a drink of something, em?” “A beer, Anh, if you have one, please” and she reached to undo a button on her blouse; I turned away, saying “I always have beer, em, just a moment” and headed for the kitchen fridge. I took a glass and a can and returned to her, opening the can and pouring some beer in, asking if she wanted ice; she declined for the moment, and I said “I am just going to change out of these clothes, be back in a moment; make yourself at home, em” and I turned on the TV and gave her the remote for the digital channels, before heading upstairs. I took my clothes off, admonishing my prick to go down and stay down, and decided a quick shower would help; it did, and I dressed in a good pair of shorts and t-shirt, and cleaned my teeth, heading downstairs to face what I may.
Quy looked at me and exclaimed, “Oh, Anh, you are all clean and fresh, and I am still in my work clothes!” “You look fine, Miss Quy” and I hastily went to the fridge for a beer for myself. Back in the main room, I took the sofa chair, and raised my can to wish her good health.
But she wiggled her can to show me it was empty, and I was surprised she could drink it so fast. “Another?” I enquired, but Quy shook her head, “I would need to eat something before another one, Anh; what about we go for dinner, that would let me buy something for you as thanks for the flowers – which, by the way, I watered well so they will still look beautiful tomorrow.” “But now I need buy you dinner for bringing me my briefcase, so let’s say for now we will share, and ok, we can walk close to here to a good noodle shop, how’s that?” She uncurled her legs, pushed herself slowly to the front of the sofa to stand up, but the action raised her skirt higher and higher up her thighs, and I knew she knew I was mesmerized, and then she bounced up, smoothing her skirt down and lifting her arms above her head after that, stretching, before smoothing her blouse down, over her breasts, and tucking it into the waist of her skirt. I raised my beer to ease my parched throat, and met her eyes, and she was smiling, maybe smirking, knowing she had me hooked, but not yet landed perhaps. When she lowered her gaze to my groin, I bent to hide myself, took her empty can and glass and fled to the kitchen.
I washed the glass and putting the empties – my own now included – into the recycling box for Mrs. Phung, had calmed enough to get some money from my briefcase – lucky Quy had brought it home – and my cigarettes, and showed her out the door. “Are you sure we shouldn’t go on the bike?” she asked, but I shook my head “Really it’s just around the first corner, and difficult parking, em, better to leave your bike here until you go home.” She smiled and nodded, and I trembled, deciding what it was about Quy which, today, scared me witless: she had the smiles and expressions, and even demeanour - when around me today – and left me an emotional disaster: just like Ha. That was scary, yet as exciting as Ha’s attraction had always been at the same time.
I locked the door, padlocked the gate, and steered her down my small road to the left, pushing her to walk on the outside, closest to the side of the road, while I was beside her on the inside; she said “I’m ok, Anh, you don’t need to worry.” I told her what I had been taught as a youngster by my father: always walk to protect a lady; if a car comes past and it’s wet, then the spray will hit the man first, and hopefully keep the lady dry: that’s what a gentleman does, he had told me. It was a lesson I had followed always, but Quy smiled and said, as many other women had in times past: “Anh, you are the only man who would think like that, I think; besides, there’s no rain and no spray today!” “Doesn’t matter” I retorted, “We never know, and this way, I hope to protect you from anything, spray or otherwise.” I steered her around the corner, and we sat at a small table at my closest, and best, noodle shop. Normally I bring my own beer here, as they don’t keep it generally, but the owner fired off an order to one of her sons, and he reappeared within a minute with two cans of Heineken, grabbed two glasses and an ice bucket and rushed to our table. He greeted me with a big grin and poured my beer for me, then looked questioningly at Quy, who nodded, so he poured for her, and left the second can in the ice beside our table. Quy glanced at the menu and ordered what she wanted, while I asked for my staple beef noodles dish.
“They seem to like you here, Anh” smiled Quy, as she rubbed her bare feet against mine under the table on the rungs; I jumped a little but replied “Well, I am a local, and I try to be friendly to everyone, so yes, we are all friends around here.”
She seemed serious for a moment, and asked “Anh, why don’t you live in a nice apartment somewhere in the city – like most foreigners?” “That’s easy to answer, Quy; I have lived here a long time before, married a Vietnamese lady, and through her and her family, and friends, I learned to speak Vietnamese fairly well, learned to eat locally, and learned I felt more comfortable in that culture, with those people, and in those surroundings, and I was much happier than being shut up in a compound of expensive, isolated, beautiful houses – cut off from the world we live in. That’s my answer.” “You are quite different from other foreigners, Anh; I am glad you work with me, and that I work with you.” She raised her glass and we clinked and toasted as our bowls of noodles arrived, and we turned our attention to eating, but those feet on the table rungs underneath were following my every attempt at evasion: this was not a woman to be dismissed lightly, a la Ha again.
Quy didn’t drink much of her beer, so I finished hers, and she ate the balance of my noodles, and we paid and headed back to my place, the people I knew on the street and in their shops nodding greetings and smiling.
I guess they had seen me with quite a few different women by now, but they seemed accepting enough, perhaps because I was friendly and could talk with them when I was out for my bits of shopping. We reached the house, and I unlocked and let Quy enter first; she didn’t stop at her bike, rather headed to the door and slipped off her shoes, waiting for me to unlock the door. “Now I am ready for another beer” she said with a smile, and I made no protest as she entered the living room and made herself again comfortable on the sofa lounge. I took my shirt off – perhaps my skinny body would turn her off – and turned the fan on, and fetched two beers; “Do you want the TV on, em?” “Do you have some nice music, Anh, something dreamy and romantic while we talk?” I chose the album with ‘Tubular Bells’ by Mike Oldfield – not romantic per se, but full of feeling and emotions and one of my favourite albums. She patted the sofa beside her, and I pulled the side table between our legs to place the beers on, after we had toasted. “I knew your ex-wife, Ha; took me a little while to be sure, but she actually called me last night, saying she would here in HCMC today and wanted to see me, and when I told her what Company I am working for now, she asked if I knew you – so we talked about you a bit. How do I know her? Well, my aunt used to run a club, and I spent a lot of time there helping her, and Ha used to be there quite a lot…anyway, we were quite friendly and I knew she was married to ‘Steve’ and living in Thailand with his job then, but when she was back here, well I’ll just say she was a ‘woman on the loose’…” I interrupted “Quy, this isn’t a subject we should be discussing any more, ok?” “Oh sure, sorry Anh, anyway, if it helps I always knew you must have been a really nice man and husband, and she did say you were the best thing to happen to her, and how much you loved and cared for her daughter. That’s it, no more promise, and I am sorry if it hurts.”
I lapsed into silence for a while, and Quy thankfully did the same; I finished my beer and as I began to rise to get a new one, Quy put her hand on my thigh and pushed me back, “I’ll get it” she said, and swung her legs around to stand up. I did get up anyway and went outside for a cigarette, returning when finished for my beer; Quy wasn’t there so I assumed she had gone to the bathroom, and just sat there, shrugging off any further thoughts of Ha, and turning on the TV.
BBC News was just starting and I noted, with some surprise, it was only 8p.m. even now. It was only at the mid-news break that I realized Quy hadn’t returned, so I went to check the bathroom, and with the door half-closed heard the shower running quietly; I knocked, but didn’t open the door, just called out I would get her a new towel to use. I headed upstairs, turning on the light and the a/c, took a new towel and closed the door to keep it cooler, wending my way carefully down and knocking again, before sliding the towel through and placing it on the washbasin. A hand grabbed it, and the door was pulled open, with Quy standing there with wet hair and a body with the towel hanging down her front, covering her but provocatively so, and I would not have been a man if I hadn’t allowed my eyes to track from her head slowly downwards to her toes. “Anh, I dropped my blouse in the water on the floor, could I borrow a t-shirt to put on to get home please?” The one I had only worn to dinner was hanging just outside so I handed her that, and she smiled thanks as I turned and left – trusting I was not as visible to her eyes as the rigid cock felt I must surely be. I went back to the living room and deliberately sat now in the chair.

It didn’t matter because when she emerged to rejoin me and sat on the sofa, wearing only the t-shirt it appeared, my cock jumped anyway, and without the restraint of underpants and heavier-material shorts would have been apparent to anyone. “My skirt and underwear got wet also, so I have hung it all on the rack to dry a little before I need wear it, is that ok, Anh – can I stay just a little longer?” “Yes, Quy, that’s ok, it’s not late and I was only watching the news, no problem.” I tried to concentrate on the TV screen even as I had within my vision Quy stretching her legs down the sofa, and as long as my t-shirt was, it couldn’t possibly be enough - stretched high as it was over large, upright breasts – and didn’t cover her groin; she demurely stretched it down and tucked it, hell – within her pussy lips I thought! – trying to vaguely appear modest. It didn’t work; she was only getting sexier by every action, and she and I both knew it.
“I hope you didn’t mind I had a shower, Anh, but I thought you would have hot water?” “I do, but upstairs, em, but it’s only very cold anyway for about 1-2 weeks a year, around Tet New Year, so it’s not a problem for me if I use it.” “Oh, perhaps next time I can use your hot water, maybe?” It was time to stop this. “What are you looking for Quy? What do you think I can give you? Why today? I have more questions, but can you answer those for me?” She held her hand up and began ticking off answers on her fingers: “Yes, Anh: I am looking for you; you can give me sex; today because Ha told me I shouldn’t waste my golden opportunity to be with you if I am lucky enough that I work with you, and: you made it seem like Fate giving me flowers today. Any more questions, Anh?” “No, em, I am going to lock up the house now, and go upstairs to my bedroom – are you coming up?” “Is that an invitation, Anh?” I nodded, and she released the t-shirt from between her thighs, opened her legs to give me her own invitation as she lowered her legs to the floor and asked for a toothbrush. I had to admire her calmness, and I took a new one from the kitchen cupboard and pointed her upstairs, as I also admired the satin thong and bra hanging on the drying rack with her blouse and skirt and towel. I locked the outside gate and finished my beer and a cigarette outside before locking the doors, washed Quy’s glass and turned off the lights.
She was in bed, still in my t-shirt, so I moved to her side and reached under the covers to lift it up and off.
“In my bed, we sleep without clothes, em” and I turned for the bathroom to clean my teeth and gargle, washing my face and underarms, but not needing a full shower, and wanting in truth to be in bed feeling her body for the first time. Then I changed my mind, and stripped off – my underpants soaked with pre-cum - and I did jump in for a quick shower, deciding that would be polite at the very least. As I dried, recapturing Quy’s words and looks and actions, my cock bobbed, and it was with the same that I turned off the light and went into the bedroom. I turned on the bedside lamp, turned off the main light, and set my alarm before climbing under the cover, laying flat on my side for a moment without touching Quy. She turned on her side towards me and snaked her hand across my chest to hold me; “What is it, Anh, don’t you want to?” I took her hand to my groin, and she knew I wanted with a sharp intake of her breath, “Yes, Quy, I just had a thought of being at work tomorrow; you know this can be complicating for some people?” “Don’t worry, Anh, I promise: at work I will be all work, and won’t even flirt with you!” She took my hand up to her breast, and I gave in to lust when I felt the size, the proud uprightness, the pointed, long nipple.
My hand wrapped itself around it and squeezed and Quy moaned sharply, and I softened my grip slightly as I rolled her back flat and elbowed myself up to be able to hold both magnificent breasts. “God, em, you have beautiful breasts!” I had to have my mouth on them, and I opened my mouth and lowered it to her right nipple firstly. I feasted on it, so long I could hol