Ex Daughter Grown Up, Part 8 - Love & Sex: Confused free porn video

(Introduction: if you have read parts 1-7, you will know the people involved: a husband back working in the country he loves and where his grown-up 17y.o. step-daughter from a previous marriage has arranged for her ‘daddy’ to be taken care of by others during her school semesters back in her adopted Australia, where she lives with her mother, the ex-wife. I had to go to one of our northern offices again for problems which had cropped up for our business, having just had more overnight sex and sleep with my ex-Vietnamese wife, Ha, mother of Yen, and she stirred me –as she had always done, in my heart, like no other woman ever had until her daughter had become a woman…and until I had learned I couldn’t trust her, ever, even if I still loved her also…my mind had to get back to work as I checked-in to fly out…)




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, and 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, 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:
And 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’s 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 – 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, 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: I backed off, and away, not sure where I wanted to be or where I wanted to go.
Bo was even stronger, however, and he held me back to him and 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 pull totally away again when I felt him finishing, but did 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 lay back beside him.
“You are a beautiful lady, Bo; thank you for showing me how it would be if we were to make love – but I am not ready for that, sorry.” 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. Tuan pointed her mobile’s camera at us, said “Say you’re sorry!” Bo and I did, then I just relaxed for a few moments, before I rose, kissing Tuan as I went past to the bathroom.
Tuan called to me that she was going to Liem’s house, and be back for dinner, about 6.30p.m. I turned on the shower and shouted out “ok”, guessing it was now about 5.30. I yelled to her to take the photos to Liem.
I shampooed my hair yet again, and then lathered my body, gently feeling my cock, remembering where it had almost been – 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, and Bo turned me to ruffle the water through my hair as the shampoo cascaded down. I wiped my eyes of water, and felt Bo’s hands smoothing the remaining shampoo and sap down my body, before she said “I’ll do the conditioner, Anh Steve” and she smoothed it through my hair, put the bottle back and used her long fingernails and fingers to untangle my hair. I leant back against her body, her breasts – her nipples – poking against my back, and wondered where I was heading this time. I turned my head to say “Bo, I am confused, but I know what we did was beautiful, and I loved you.” She wept against my cheeks, holding me tight against herself.
“I have never said this to anyone, Anh, but: I Love You, Anh Steve.” She nestled into my neck, “I will be back to you, Bo, but I have nothing to promise you – but, I will be back.”
I handed her the driest towel, and I brushed my hair as Bo dried her body, then we each walked naked into the room, and Bo dressed. She smiled wistfully, it seemed, and prepared to leave, but I stopped her and invited her to dinner with Liem and Tuan.
She smiled brightly, said she would be back at 6.30 after she repaired her hair and make-up and dressed for dinner; she also lived in the staff quarters just behind the hotel proper. She kissed me deeply and bounced out, happier now.
I laid out my jeans and a nice shirt – a change from comfortable shorts – and settled back to catch the 6.00p.m BBC news with a beer.
Life was good, if confusing, and while I tried to concentrate on the news, it was Bo who kept flashing into my thoughts. Then the guilt when Yen came also into my mind.
After the sport section, I dressed and just sat when the door was knocked on; I opened to find everyone there: Liem, Tuan and Bo, all dressed to kill – or maybe to seduce! Tuan had changed again, and now she and Liem both wore simple dresses; simple, cotton or nylon – I am just a man, how would I know! – Thin shoulder straps, demurely covered over their breasts – Liem’s bigger than Tuan’s – and falling to just below their knees; Liem’s a seductive blue, Tuan’s a contrasting white, but both hugging their bodies along every curve and down over their hips.
I stopped gawking and let them enter, admiring the rear view as both Liem and Tuan kissed my cheeks and walked past inside, before turning to admire Bo; she was most changed: she wore black pants, but they were unisex insofar as – well, they were just pants! As both men and women wear interchangeably. Her top was a short-sleeved cotton one, perhaps a size too small, so nipples poking forward, but not really obtrusively. But, under the bottoms of her pants, she had sandals with a slightly higher heel, adding a little to her height, but also proclaiming herself as a woman. She had styled her hair and applied new make-up, with a delicate pink lip gloss highlighting her smooth-skinned face. I gently touched cheeks, careful not to rub off any make-up, and told Bo - and the other girls, they all looked beautiful, and I would be the envy of every man in – whatever restaurant we were going to.
Bo answered “You also, Anh, look very handsome” and Liem and Tuan chorused those words. Indeed, in my Levi’s, I knew they showed my slender body off well, not egotistically, just that they did mould to my body well. I asked if they wanted anything to drink; shakes of heads, so I swallowed my beer, locked the balcony doors, checked I had money etc, and off we went.
Liem dropped back to walk with me, following Tuan and Bo down the corridor; “Have a nice, restful afternoon, Anh?” she asked; “No, I had some work to do, em, almost made me too tired to come out for dinner!” “I bet” Liem replied, “looking at Tuan’s video almost made me faint!” I blushed as we entered the stairwell, and headed down the back way; I didn’t need anyone to tell me this was because both Tuan and Bo worked in the hotel, so no need to advertise themselves by exiting into the lobby.
Liem said to me “You are so intelligent, Anh, you understand Vietnam and Vietnamese people so well!”
We exited into the rear parking courtyard and Liem pointed to the taxi she had ordered earlier, and we climbed in, Liem in front to direct the driver and we three in the back, Tuan forcing me into the middle even though my legs were the longest and I was also the oldest: where was due respect for an ‘old man’? “Ah, but you are also the most popular, and both Bo and I wanted to be close to you, Anh” whispered Tuan, when I had voiced the question, as she and Bo both closed their inside legs against mine in the middle. I rolled my eyes, and settled back to go wherever.
In the end, it wasn’t far – hardly ten minutes, and I was happy to be on a river, with a breeze blowing across the water as we left the taxi, Liem paying for now, and she led us into the restaurant, where clearly she had made an earlier reservation, and we were expected, and shown to a table for four on the edge, with the river flowing beside us. I sat closest to the bamboo-hedged side and let the others decide/fight where each sat; when I turned around, it was Bo beside me, and two girls opposite, Tuan pouting somewhat. A waitress came over, and she was cute, and I engaged her in conversation – as much to annoy the others as to ask questions – and eventually I told her the girls could order the food, while I would have a beer please, and specified Heineken. I motioned to Bo, who ordered the same as Tuan and Liem: cocktails, with whisky on the side! I asked her to bring the drinks first – especially my easy beer – and she did, leaning over my shoulder closely to put ice in my glass, then pour the beer, until Bo asserted herself and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, effectively ending any leaning-over by the waitress. Bo’s fingers grazed across my neck, and dug one time as the waitress left, but when I winced, looking at her, she was smiling at me.
“Bo” I moaned “I didn’t do anything, just being friendly with the waitress! Her name is Thinh, by the way!” Which earned me a dig with nails even more! I pulled away, laughing, and sat back to have a cigarette, away from the three of them discussing the menu and what to eat.
Tuan was opposite me, and so I guessed it was her foot emulating her cousins and friends in the south, prodding up over my thighs to my groin. I decided it was time for ‘payback’, so I slid my even longer leg straight across and under Tuan’s dress, direct to her groin, which I found naked, bare and open to my probing toes, which I promptly used to burrow inside.
All the while I smoked, picked up my glass and nonchalantly drank my beer, asked Bo if she could refill it and add some more ice, and never even noticed – outwardly – when Tuan squeaked and squirmed around my big toe, and then as she moaned, I leant over the table – enabling my foot to exert even more pressure against her groin - and offered ‘Cheers!’ to everyone when their cocktails arrived. Liem and Bo raised their glasses, and slowly Tuan joined us, her eyes glazed, and her voice quavering.
I wished everyone what they wanted, but reminded them to be careful of wanting too much. Tuan groaned and slumped back into her chair as I removed my toe from her vagina, tickled her thighs on the way out, and kept smiling right throughout. I looked at Tuan “Are you ok, em? You look drunk already!” She answered she was ok, hot a little, so I turned to Bo and Liem and asked what they had ordered to eat, giving Tuan time to recover – and to decide I had bested her this time!
We chatted, ate and drank, having a good time; Tuan smirked across the table at me, a look which seemed to say ‘I’ll get back at you – sometime, somewhere.’ I smiled blankly at her. After two cocktails and whiskies, the three of them were well tipsy, while naturally I was fine; however, like most Vietnamese, they often seemed to get drunk very fast, but then just kept on at the same level, perhaps soaking up the alcohol with prolonged eating! I stood to find the bathroom and, spotting me, Thinh offered to direct me towards the rear of the restaurant, and then leading me around a corner further. I had a ‘beep’ going off in my mind as I remembered Ha, the waitress in Hanoi, when she led me to the toilet – after she had raped me in a small adjoining room!
As I walked behind Thinh, I – obviously – stared at her; she was short and slim and her legs below her tight black uniform skirt were, typically, slender and looked smooth to the touch. Her buttocks were taut, and her hips swayed nicely at each step, while her black hair hanging down her back swayed to the same rhythm. She stopped abruptly and turned side-on to me, but lost in my scrutiny and thoughts, I walked right in to her, at the last moment putting my hands up reactively, and found one on her shoulder and the other gliding across her breasts as I fell forward. She caught me on the way down, and stopped me with my head clasped against her bosom; for a fleeting moment she was smiling down at me, my face upturned to her, and then I moved my feet to regain balance and stood up, mouthing apologies again and again. Thinh said “You go in here, Anh Steve – I heard the others give your name; and you know mine, right, since your face was right against my name-tag: here.” She placed a finger on her left breast, swelling it with a breath, where ‘Thinh’ was on the tag; “I actually knew it before em - I looked there before, but yes, this time I got a very nice close-up. I should go to the toilet, thank you, Miss Thinh.” “Anytime, Anh Steve, just call for me.”
I was standing over the urinal as Bo entered; there were only the two of us, and I asked Bo why ‘she’ didn’t use the Ladies’ room. Bo looked shyly at me as she entered a stall, “I am not yet ready to be able to do that, Anh, but I hope one day I can.” I felt for her, it must be a hard life to choose, and there must be barriers I couldn’t even imagine, let alone imagine climbing them and hoping for acceptance as the prize on the other side. I could only admire Bo’s courage, and silently wish her well.
I washed my hands, smoothed my hair and rejoined Liem and Tuan at the table, Thinh hovering to refresh my beer; I looked at her sweet, cute face as she brushed her hair back, and my eyes flickered down again to her name tag –well, to her breasts, yes – and they looked a nice size to be held in my hands. I shook my head clear and glanced up to find her silently laughing at me as she turned away, walking behind the girls to add ice to their whiskies, this time facing me with a tongue out sliding around her lips as she stared hard across the table. My cock was growing under the table, and my face was reddening – I could feel it - and Bo’s return was a welcome diversion. Thinh moved away.
I knew that sometimes young Vietnamese, or Thai, or Laos ladies befriended me because ‘foreigner’ and ‘rich’ seem to be thought of together, however wrong that might be and often is, but sometimes I hoped they just thought I was nice and fun to have fun with. I hoped so, hoped the latter rather than the former. I gave up on such thoughts and returned myself to the present table and company and rejoined, eating a little more and drinking a little more.
The other three were very tipsy, gave up the cocktails but ordered a bottle of whisky and soda, which Thinh dutifully prepared, almost able to do so while looking constantly at me, seeming to enjoy my discomfort under her gaze. In all my 50+ years I had never lost this, perhaps ‘boyish’, inability to refrain from flushing red at the slightest provocation, and indeed I was feeling hot and bothered in these moments. When Thinh came behind me to pour more beer and add ice into my glass, she ignored the others and leant down closely over my shoulder as her left hand placed the glass on the table; she was pressing into my shoulders with her breasts, while her right hand snaked under my hair and grazed across my neck lightly, creating shivers.

Before she left, she slid a card from her fingers into my shirt pocket, patting my chest, and nipple as hard as it could get underneath the material. As she stood up and moved away, I groaned involuntarily, and Liem tried to focus her eyes to ask “Are you ok, Anh?” “Yes, Liem” glancing up at Thinh, who was watching me over her shoulder, “I must have been having a dream!” I picked up my beer and drank half a glass, but motioned Thinh away when she half-turned to come back and fill me up again – I reached for the bottle myself in an act of self-protection, even as I could sense Thinh laughing.
Feeling a peculiar longing, I ordered ice-cream, and the others followed suit with their choice of dessert; I ate gallons of ice-cream in my earlier years, but rarely now, but enjoyed immensely the one or two times a year I had a momentary craving: now was such a time, and as Thinh delivered it to the table in front of me, I spooned a mouthful and let it slide on my tongue and flow creamily down my throat, my eyes closed in delicious concentration. “Oh Anh” said Tuan from opposite “that was so sexy, watching you do that! Eat some more, please.”

I did, swallowing slowly each mouthful, and then dripping the last spoonful onto my tongue, drop by drop. With my head tilted upwards, I felt Tuan’s foot reaching up my legs to my groin, but already a hand was there, but it wasn’t Bo – she was clapping her hands, Liem was too drunk to see or do anything, and I savoured the lingering taste of the ice-cream as I felt a soft body down against my back and knew, then, it must be Thinh. “Oh, Anh, I will remember what ice-cream does for you: this is so big, it must be full of cream” Thinh whispered in my ear before gliding away, and Tuan’s foot now reached the same mound of my pants, and she squealed in glee “Oh, Anh, you must really like ice-cream – want some more?” I shook my head, as much to say ‘no’ as to try and clear it. I looked around – no Thinh – did I dream or am I drunk or didn’t Tuan or Bo see her?
I sat up straight in my chair, asked Tuan and Bo if they had finished, as we should get Liem home, so we agreed and I motioned for Thinh to get the bill, as I passed her on my way to the toilet again, telling her I could find it this time, and smiling when she asked ‘are you sure, Anh?’
I returned, paid the bill, tipped Thinh and the restaurant generously and received a tickle of fingers with her thanks, “See you soon, Anh – I hope.” Bo and Tuan struggled up, and I let them support Liem, but she suddenly laughed, said “I was just resting!” and walked out quite well by herself, while we all laughed and I sidled past Thinh with a smile.
We took a taxi and I was dropped off at the hotel first, saying good night to the others with kisses on cheeks, and reminding Liem we had serious matters to work through in the morning. Business-like, she said she would have a car pick me up at 08.30, and they all said “Thanks, Anh, we have had a good day and evening.” I picked up my key and went up to my room; 8.30p.m only, so figured to watch TV, and I took off my clothes; as I folded them, remembered the card Thinh had put in my pocket. I pulled it out; it was a card for the restaurant and she had added her name and mobile number. I held it in my hand, together with my mobile, as I removed my pants and got a beer, deciding to sit out on the balcony with nothing on – nobody either side after I had checked. It was too late to phone Yen, as I had planned, but after I put Thinh’s number into my memory,
I pressed ‘call’; she answered after two rings, said “Hello?” questioning tone in her voice as she wouldn’t know it was me. “It’s Anh Steve, em, do you remember me?” She laughed “Ah let me see….You had nice Levi’s and a nice shirt on, long hair, brown, glasses, sandals which you took off whenever at the table, and a big ‘something’ in your jeans. You also couldn’t find the men’s room, and you like looking at women as they walk in front of you, and you like breasts, and maybe you like men or a ladyboy, and you are embarrassed easily, and you are cute – oh, and you give generous tips to your waitress…is that the man I think is calling?” “Well, maybe some of those items describe me, but not sure about ‘cute’” “Oh, trust me, Anh: you are very cute, that’s why I instantly liked you. Where are you now?” “At home, well in my hotel room, home for now, for a day or three. Actually, it is still so early, maybe I could come back there and have another beer; not much fun alone in a hotel room.” “What hotel are you at?” and I told her. Thinh paused, and I could hear her talking away from the phone; “I’ll come and pick you up in ten minutes ok, but I will wait on my bike outside on the street. ‘Bye, Anh” and she rang off.
Well, good idea or not, I had done it now, so I put my beer in the fridge, had a quick wash and cleaned my teeth, and re-dressed, but with only a lighter, quality t-shirt this time; checked my money supply, cigarettes, tissues and key, but as I walked out the door I realized sandals on my feet might look better! Oh, I was in for another situation, I could feel it coming!
I handed my key in at Reception, ordered room service breakfast for the morning, and wished the staff a good evening, as I wandered nonchalantly outside ‘for a walk’ I had told them. Well, I did walk outside and onto the pavement, and slid on the back of a bike which stopped for me when I saw the flowing hair of Thinh swirling around her smiling face. “Hang on” she said, and I did as she wheeled around and took off, my hands grasping her hips tightly as she opened the throttle, and she laughed as she shifted herself back on the seat and pressed hard against my groin, seeming to know what she would find there, and she did. We were back at the restaurant in less time than the taxi took – maybe 4 minutes versus 5 – and Thinh parked and then resumed a hostess’ role and ushered me inside, leading me again to a table overlooking the river. She cocked her head and I said “Beer, please – no ice-cream!”
As the minutes ticked over, the restaurant began emptying, and I reminded myself I too had a busy, or at least messy day ahead, so another beer should be enough to send me home to bed – ‘to sleep’, I smiled to myself. With fewer customers, Thinh seemed able to spend more minutes returning to my table, topping up my beer after a single mouthful at times, until I asked her if she was deliberately trying to get me to drink faster, and thus drink more. She smiled “Why would I do that? What are you like drunk – good or bad man?” I shook my head “I never get drunk, em; if I feel even close, I stop. I hope also that I am always a ‘good’ man. And you, do you drink Thinh? Do you get bad or always stay good?” “If I am not working, Anh, I have some drinks, and I try to be good – sometimes I am!” “Well, show me, Thinh – here, drink with me” and I held my glass up to her; this was acceptable in Vietnamese restaurants, and in no way rude or bad behavior if done in a friendly manner. It was ruder for a waitress, or waiter, to refuse, and it was only a problem if many patrons pressed a waitress/waiter to have too much – as I had indeed seen done countless times, usually by Vietnamese men.
Thinh showed she could drink by swallowing the three-quarters of beer left in my glass, licking her lips as she put it down, asking “Would you like another one, Anh?” “Looks like I need one, em – yes, please.” I watched her walk away, model-like with hips and legs swinging with that gait which the catwalk women seem to perfect. She looked over her shoulder, watching me watch her, and I tried to look away – but not fast enough as we both knew. I felt a hot flush over my face, and raised my empty bottle to her, asking her to hurry for a refill: I needed cooling down, yet again.
After several more beers, perhaps 3 for me and one and a half shared with Thinh, I needed release a full bladder, but I waited until Thinh was absent and decided I could creep safely to the men’s room alone. I was almost there when Thinh appeared, heading towards me, swaying a little; “Are you ok, em?” I asked, concerned I had let her get a little too drunk on my beers; she brightened immediately and took hold of my arm, “Oh, you are a nice man, Anh, to be worried about me; yes, I am fine, just joking with you!”

My arm was crushed against her breast, and she held it there as she turned and walked me to the toilet, letting one of her arms dangle down between us, until she was able to place her hand across my groin. I was hard, and she made a noise, before saying “You get like this because of me, Anh?” “Not sure Thinh, maybe - but also maybe because I need go to the toilet!” and I eased her away and rushed inside, where indeed I had to go very fast.
I finished, deciding definitely, I was paying the bill and going home, and made my way back to the table; settling, I waited until Thinh looked and motioned for the bill. When she came, I paid without checking – had Liem or any other woman been here, they would never let me do that – tipped the plate and Thinh – again – and she bowed and thanked me. I didn’t wait for her to return, but on my way out she ran up behind me, “Anh Steve, the manager wanted to thank you, but if you need go, he told me to take you home.” “Oh, ok em, thank your manager for me, but yes, I need go home; tomorrow has enough problems without me drinking too much. Thank you, Thinh.”
I waited while she went to her bike, and then slipped on behind, automatically grabbing hold of her hips before she would probably roar off; she didn’t, rather opening the throttle gently, and leaning back to say to me “Sometimes slow is better, right?” I smiled at the double-entendre, and had to agree! But I still held her, though now around her waist a little closer; and she snuggled back against me closer as she meandered along. She stopped perhaps 100m from the hotel entrance, in the darkness between street lamps, and I lifted my leg over to get off and walk home, but Thinh grabbed it and swung and turned me, and somehow I was sitting with my back against the handlebars, and in Thinh’s lap, and she plastered her lips against mine, and her hands grasped me hard around my waist, pulling me right against her. Her tongue forced open my mouth and snaked inside, and twisted around just like a coiled snake – freed and able to do what it wanted, and she didn’t stop for long moments, while I progressively melted under her, even if I was actually sitting on top of her. She was wanton and wanting, pushing her hands up under my shirt and digging nails into my back, around my ribcage and pulling on my nipples. This wasn’t exactly fair as I couldn’t do anything, precariously balanced as I was, and only able to grasp at her breasts through her uniform shirt.
I felt the shine of approaching headlights, and in my haste to disengage fell right off the bike to the side, luckily on the grass verge rather than the hard road surface, and putting my hands out ended up sitting on my bum – just as a motorcycle reached us; perhaps I looked like an unhappy boyfriend with his lady sitting there on the bike, laughing no less, while I sulked at her side – at least, that’s how I hoped he/she/they saw it, if indeed they even looked.
I stood trying to appear unflustered, but probably the pole in my jeans gave me away to Thinh, who reached for me again. I backed off “Thinh, I have a busy day tomorrow; I really should be home asleep. I will call you, ok?” I leaned over to kiss her cheeks, avoiding her mouth, “Nice to meet you, em” and I strode off waving as she started her bike and rode past, blowing a kiss to me. I brushed my clothes, smoothed my cock down, got my key at Reception, wished ‘good night’ and, happily noting it was only 11p.m., took off my clothes, washed and went to sleep in a blink.
My alarm woke me, showered and dressed when breakfast arrived, ready for the car and off to the problems.
At the office, Liem greeted me with a caf?and I put my laptop and briefcase in the meeting room, but firstly went to see Ms. Tinh, the chief accountant, and nominally second-in-charge in the absence of the manager, Duc. I wished her ‘good morning’ and asked her to come with me into Duc’s office next door. She confirmed she hadn’t been able to contact him either, his driver had been to the house but no-one answered, and so between us we searched his drawers and trays, but it was fruitless and we found nothing extraordinary. We sat and I ran through my list of items to do; Tinh agreed, only asking about the Police, but I suggested we firstly phone the Bank to arrange an appointment asap, and also our lawyers for the same purpose. I left her to do this, and returned to the meeting room to finish my coffee. Liem entered, asked if I was well, and I pointedly asked if she was – after last night. She said brightly ‘fine!’ and indeed she also looked ‘fine’, as I followed her out to the main general office area and went around all the staff, smiling even as I asked if anyone knew where Anh Duc might be, or if they knew of any problems.
I mostly watched their faces for reactions, rather than the expected ‘no’ and ‘nothing’ answers, but I didn’t detect anyone blatantly telling lies, or so it seemed to me. Lastly, I went to Duc’s secretary, who was visibly upset, but she could only tell me what Liem had already: Duc had been angry half last week, talking to her rudely, and obviously he had some problem, but she had no idea what it could be; then he just didn’t show up, and appeared to have disappeared. I smiled at her, added a clich?‘don’t worry’ and went to Tinh’s desk and sat down opposite her.
She finished her phone call “Lawyers say we should meet them before we go to the bank, and one of them should then come with us. They also suggest they notify the police on our behalf that Anh Duc is missing along with company property – the money and the car – and ask them to issue an alert. Do you agree, Anh Steve?” I thought of the ramifications, for Duc, for the office staff, and for the Company, but really we had no choice but to consider he had stolen from us. I nodded, asking Tinh to tell the lawyers to advise the Police, and then get here to our office fast for a session before the expected police visit, and for Tinh to arrange an appointment at the Bank straight after lunch with their Manager.
I went to the meeting room and phoned my boss with an update, also asking him if he was aware there was $35,000 plus in the account here, and he said he had approved an extra 25,000 when Duc asked a week or two earlier, saying there were some tender documents coming out for jobs and bid bonds would be needed if we wanted to participate. That answered my unspoken, until then, question as to why the office had so much USD in their account – though it begged a further question: bid documents aren’t that expensive..? At face value, it therefore appeared Duc may have been preparing for longer than a few days.
My boss told me to stay there for a couple more days, not only to co-ordinate matters, but also to make sure the office could function until, as seemed likely, a new manager could be appointed. He then asked if I could fly from here direct to Hanoi, where the new project was ready for ground-breaking this coming Friday, and since he couldn’t make it, wanted me on site as the company’s representative. “You will reimburse all my laundry bills, won’t you? I didn’t bring clothes for a week or more!” He laughed and agreed, before returning to the serious matter and voicing my own concern also “I hope Duc is ok, whatever the story is.”
The rest of that day passed with meetings: lawyers, police investigators, and the Bank. About 5.30, I sat down with all the office staff before letting them go home; in truth, we had nothing to tell them: the bank insisted they had followed procedures, and it did appear so, and naturally Duc had been removed as a signatory and I had Liem stand-in as second authority for the future; the police would issue bulletins to their offices and posts to look out for Duc and the car, and would try and interview family and neighbours; the lawyers had records of all we had said and done; and our insurance company had been notified, and they would cover the losses if unrecovered. Finally, no, there was no word of Anh Duc, or of his wife, and I asked everyone to pray for their well-being in whatever the problem was. We broke up somberly, and all headed to their homes, but I held Tinh and our Design Manager back to ask if we had any potential bids due now or soon. Ling, the designer/architect chief, said yes, there were two new projects about to issue documents, but the documents would only cost $500 each.

He asked if we could still go for them, and I agreed if the office had already decided they were possibilities, and I asked Tinh to arrange to have money transferred from the home office and I would confirm it. He sighed, shook his head “I can’t believe Anh Duc would just steal it, really I can’t.” I concurred and truthfully was more worried about Duc as a person than about the company’s (insured) property.
The car took me back to the hotel, and in my room I just slumped on the sofa with a beer, removing my shirt and pants and just sitting there in my underpants while I sighed over the day’s stressful events. I rose and peeked out the balcony door: no-one either side, so I took a cigarette and my beer and sat on the balcony, the sun just disappearing, and a nice evening breeze blowing. I relaxed and willed myself to be calm, nothing more to be done today, and perhaps not even tomorrow: just waiting to see what would develop, if anything.
My door bell rang, and I resignedly found my shorts and went to open it; it was Tuan, in uniform so I guessed she was still working. “Just wanted to see how you are, Anh; Liem said it was a difficult day.” “I’m ok, Tuan, thanks, just relaxing; you are working now?” “Yes, I am on evening shift, so finish at 10p.m. and going now for dinner on my break. If you need anything, Anh, just ask for me.” She smiled coyly and I laughed “I will, Tuan, but not tonight; I am worn out just now. Bye em.” And she skipped away as I closed the door.
Hardly had I reached the balcony, when Bo came knocking, flying into the room when I opened the door, and grasping me in a cuddle. “I have thought about you all night and all day, Anh Steve!” she gushed. “Hello to you also, Bo” I answered “What’s up?” Bo stepped back, apologizing, and flushed; “I just saw Tuan and she told me you were home, and I wanted to just come and see you. Now I must get back to work, see you later maybe Anh…?” “Maybe tomorrow, Bo; it’s been a hard day at the office, and I am still thinking about it all, so don’t know what I am doing at the moment.” With a sad expression on her face, I ran my hand along her cheek, and she perked up a little as she left. I sighed and went back to my beer, wishing I had asked Bo for some ice, but deciding against it for now.

Not unexpectedly, Liem then phoned me to say her mother wasn’t so well, so while she had hoped to come and see me tonight, she couldn’t and hoped I would be ok; I told her to take care of her mother, and I would take care myself. ‘Who’s left?’ I wondered, to check up on me? Actually it was a long list and I almost turned off my mobile, but restrained myself in case of work.
I decided on a shower to refresh myself, washed my hair, shaved and sat on the chair while I turned on BBC news, catching up on world affairs. Now I did phone down for some ice as my beer was only cool, rather than cold, wrapping the towel around my waist when the waiter arrived, not Bo this time; I tipped him and he smiled thanking me. I put some ice in my glass, the rest in the freezer and sat back down until the news finished. What to do now? Hungry – not really, too early for me; get some fresh air, now that was an idea, and go for a walk. I dressed only in shorts and a light shirt, sandals, loaded my pockets with money, tissues, hotel card in case I got lost, and found Thinh’s restaurant card with those items, so idly slipped that in my pocket also, as I closed the room, and left my key at Reception, telling Tuan I was going for a walk when I saw her downstairs. She said to be careful, but if I turned left I would come to the river and it was a nice walk that way. I smiled thanks, and did exactly that, not hurrying, feeling the light breeze, thinking more than looking until I did reach the river. I had my phone and, on impulse, I dialed Duc: no response other than the automated voice again. I put it away and wandered along the road beside the river until I found a small restaurant where I entered and sat on the river’s edge and ordered a beer and ice. There were a few others there eating dinner; one table of four in front of me, with two girls facing me, and a young man and probably his wife/girlfriend with their backs to me. The girls facing me kept looking, no other foreigners in here, and perhaps rarely were, so I was the novelty visitor – happens a lot, since I choose my bars or restaurants same as locals rather than a/c, cocooned, expensive places normally frequented by foreigners: mine were invariably cheaper, and a lot more fun. Next time I caught the girls smiling, I smiled back, raised my glass and spoke a toast to them in Vietnamese; they stopped giggling and were impressed, nodding their heads in acknowledgement and lifting their own glasses, causing the boy and girl to also turn towards me and toast also. I put my glass down, turned to face the river with my thoughts, and let them get back to their food. I had no idea what I could do tomorrow at the office, other than to sit and wait and help Tinh give the office some confidence to keep moving forward. I sighed, just as a voice asked at my left shoulder “Excuse me, do you speak Vietnamese, Anh?” I turned, seeing both of the girls from the next table standing there, almost sisters in appearance, and typically Vietnamese: not so tall, slim, beautiful, long black hair…so attractive, and so many everywhere. Both of them had white blouses and black skirts: University I identified. “Yes,” I replied in Vietnamese, and went on to give my name and ask theirs: Ming and Jin, and to tell them my company had an office here, just chit-chat for a few moments. One girl asked if they could sit with me and practice their English for a few minutes; I agreed, as politeness dictated I must, and they sat opposite me. Switching to English, I offered them a drink and they declined, theirs were at the other table and they were fine, thanks. We chatted, but I had to ask questions to get them to relax and try out their English; they were hesitant, but slowly told me they were actually sisters, their older sister was the other girl with her boyfriend, and their mother only let their sister go out if one or both of them were with her. They were at University, one year apart, but both studying Business Management, now in final year 4 and 3, and they confirmed my guess: this made them 22 and 21 years old. They asked about my job, where I had lived, and were fascinated when I rattled of a few of the many countries I had been lucky enough to have been to in my life – especially as they had yet to ever go outside Vietnam. Time passed, and next beer order for me, they also accepted and agreed they would share one bottle of beer between them. I soon understood why when they began giggling, but it was more in fun than drunk; their sister turned to check on them at times, but mostly had her head close to her boyfriend’s in quiet conversation, satisfied I was no danger. I had to go to the toilet and when I returned, the girls had swapped seats: Ming, the older, on my side, and Jin now opposite me. I sat, and Ming asked “Is this ok, I asked Jin to take a photo of me with you?” “Yes, its ok, but honestly I don’t like myself in photos, so I apologize if it’s not so good. I actually take photos quite well, and prefer to be on that side of the camera.” “Oh, Anh, I am sure you will look fine – please.”
Jin held up her mobile and Ming leaned in close to me, head on my shoulder, but when she held up her hand with fingers in a ‘v’ sign, I grabbed it and pulled it down under the table; she squeaked, and I mumbled “not in my photos!” and then I gave my best natural smile. Jin snapped a couple, Ming wrapped an arm around my neck for some more, then she leaned across me, wrapped both arms around my neck, pushed her breasts against my chest, and leaned her head back looking at the camera; I placed my right arm around her to hold her close, and my left hand, under the table on her leg where her skirt had ridden up high. She shivered and Jin took photos, as Ming’s expression changed as I ran my fingers up and down her thigh, close but not too close to any dangerous spots, but she opened her thighs, pressing down on the growth in my groin, inviting more. I promised myself: one little swipe for one more photo, and I moved my hand under her skirt and slowly reached for her crotch – no panties was not what I expected! I looked around to see if other patrons were watching – relieved: almost empty.

Ming moaned loudly when my fingers found her pussy and Jin took 3 fast photos as I –reluctantly to be sure – removed my hand and sat her up, which had the added stimulation of placing her lap right on top of my groin, where she squirmed – too much – before moving aside. “My turn for some photos” said Jin, as she stood and moved to my side, hauling Ming up and handing the mobile to her. I struggled in the few seconds available to wipe down my groin and try and straighten my cock so it was not so noticeable, and then held Jin at arm’s-length until I had drunk a few mouthfuls of beer, precious seconds to calm down. Jin, perhaps because she was slightly younger, was more quickly frivolous – and she had a shorter skirt, and a tighter blouse – and she dispensed with the initial innocent photos, rather purred and smiled for the camera as soon as she enclosed my neck in a circled, tight arm, and laid herself draped across me. My cock sprang up, painfully tight in my shorts – why hadn’t I worn jeans, or at least pants, I asked myself – and Jin didn’t help by grinding against me as she decided on a comfortable position. She wiggled around on me, so I placed a hand on her thigh to press down and try and keep her still.

Ming said she wanted to try the video, so Jin took this as an invitation to squirm even more, press her ample breasts against me and curl fingers up my neck to stroke my face; she pulled my head down towards hers, but I resisted, exclaiming “Em, we cannot do this here, you know that – and so do I!” “Sorry” she answered, “I guess I am feeling a bit excited and didn’t think Anh; sorry Anh.” She was contrite and her eyes looked downcast, but when she had released her hands from my neck, she only moved them down to my body, taking my hand and placing it up under her skirt – and anyone could guess, it was laid against a bare pussy also! Don’t these girls wear panties to Uni? I wondered, but passed my fingers through the sparse hairs covering her nakedness nevertheless, drawing a gasp and an open mouth, and open thighs, where my fingers found a slickness of juices and I traced it to its source, sliding up and down her slit a few times, then settling on a protruding clit at the top. I pressed against it, enclosed it within thumb and forefinger for a few moments, until Jin had to stifle a squeal and jumped in my lap. Then I eased off, backtracking down her slit gently, and out from under her skirt.
I lifted my fingers to my mouth, smiled at the camera as I sucked the juices off them, and then gave them to Jin to do the same. She almost swallowed my two fingers, sucking lasciviously, and I laughed then and sat her up and away. “You girls are rather bad girls aren’t you?” I asked, as I resettled in my chair and straightened myself a little, before pushing my chair back for a cigarette and some beer.
“No, Anh, we aren’t really, but something about being here with you made us, both of us, do things we wouldn’t normally do!” Ming said, and before she could continue with the expected apology, I retorted “Oh, of course, first time with a ‘foreigner’ – so now you can boast to all your friends right?” “Oh no, Anh Steve, these are for us – promise; we might never see you again, and I am sure Ming and I want to remember you.” Jin was speaking as if upset at my allegation, and then she found a tissue on the table, a pen from her sister, and wrote something down before handing it to me. “Of course, if you did want to see us again, you might need these to contact us – maybe tomorrow?” “I’ll keep this, girls, and now you should go home and do homework, and I will go home to bed – to sleep! Look, your sister looks ready for you also.”
“Oh, she just wants to go off with her boyfriend; what about you, Anh, need a lift to your hotel? We have our bike here and can drop you off, if you are ready to go home?” Jin asked, laying her hand on my thigh at the same time; in response, I signaled for the bill, and cursorily checked the number of drinks before paying; “I need go home, girls; not only haven’t I eaten dinner yet, but I expect a busy day at the office tomorrow. But, ok, I will be happy if you can take me to my hotel, thanks girls.” We stood, Ming and Jen spoke to their sister who smiled at me and nodded, and we exchanged ‘byes and headed out. Ming went to collect the bike, while Jin and I walked to the exit of the car park to wait, Jin leaning on my arm closely. “Do you and Ming have boyfriends, em, or lots of them?” “No, we don’t, though we have been out with boys, of course, but none special and none of them have gotten what they all seem to want – know what I mean, Anh?” “Yes, Jin, I understand – hard today to not give in, right, but congratulations if you have been able to wait for the ‘right one.” Jin continued almost as if I hadn’t spoken. “
“They just aren’t gentlemen, are too young, don’t have any experience with ladies, don’t know how to treat them with respect – but we think you do, Anh Steve, so Ming and I have chosen you, and since Ming is older she gets first with you tonight, and me tomorrow.” She was so matter-of-fact about it all, and I felt I had been sold as an object in an auction without even my knowledge let alone participation in the decision-making.
Before I could speak further, Ming rode up, and Jin ushered me on first behind Ming – not usual for a male to be between two women – and then she straddled the bike behind me. Jin pressed herself hard up against me, and