Chapter 182 – Coffee with Hiroshi and the Bunch

Ten days ago, I had met my muse Nguyet and our new, petite friend Trang at the old, empty hotel, where our orgy circle was still meeting sporadically. Trang was working at the café with the secluded upstairs veranda, where she had once surreptitiously watched Thanh enticing me with her black pantyhose that was open in the crotch, until I had to get my pumping cock out to jerk off. Eventually, I had come on her naked, hairy, half-open snatch that had been beautifully framed by the seams of her legwear under her red miniskirt.

That had been 18 months ago, and ever since then Trang had wanted to meet my cock in person. Which she had twice in the meantime, but she also made Nguyet and me promise that she could watch us at least one more time diddling each other up on said veranda, which was only assessable via a rickety, rusty staircase that announced ten seconds in advance if someone was approaching. Eighteen months back, Trang had been standing on those stairs about half-way up, which hadn’t been ideal, as the table was five yards away, so she probably was still not aware what she could have seen under Thanh’s skirt.

As Trang couldn’t take time off this week over lunch, Nguyet and I agreed to meet at Trang’s café, as we still needed to forge plans how we could loosen up my muse’s new boss and lover, Hiroshi Nakamura, who would perhaps even be able to join us. If fortune favored us, Nguyet could perhaps jerk off her future husband – or me, or both of us – to satisfy Trang’s voyeuristic proclivities.

Nguyet and I hadn’t talked about it yet, but I assumed that the two or three of us, if we included Hiroshi, would scoot over to the old hotel after our visit to the coffee house for a brief sensual tryst. Or to the charming older guesthouse, which was also kinda abandoned, but still had all its furniture and infrastructure intact. Both properties were managed by the real-estate business where Nguyet and Hiroshi were working together, so they had the keys and access to a choice of love nests whenever they pleased.

Hiroshi and I liked and appreciated each other. I had watched him once banging Nguyet fully dressed; while she had been kneeling in a black minidress on the foot end of the bed, with her panties down on her light, nimble thighs, he had nonchalantly gotten his cock out of his slick slacks, put on a condom, and then mounted her. I hadn’t stayed for the whole act and watched but retreated, only to spoil her more juicily afterwards. However, I would never forget the contre jour image of Hiroshi standing behind Nguyet’s little butt, although I have to admit that I found his act somewhat callous and cold. But still hot.

Nguyet’s and my plan to introduce Trang to Hiroshi, so that we could perhaps have a foursome together soon – which he had kinda requested – was thwarted by Charlie’s wish to introduce his new girlfriend to us, before he needed to go back to Saigon to attend school again after the summer break. And when Linh, Charlie’s cousin, requested the same, as she needed to be back at university soon, too, I told her to come along to our round with Nguyet, perhaps Hiroshi, Charlie and his new girlfriend at the café, even though we could probably scrap any jerking-off games up on the veranda in such a large group, where not everyone knew each other.

Charlie and Linh, even though they were cousins, had indulged in a brief relationship this summer; perhaps as she reminded him of her dazzling mother – and Charlie-s aunt – Yen, who Charlie had also banged a few times over the last 18 months. Yen was pushing 50 but still drop-dead beautiful. As Charlie had lived abroad, he had only met her during Covid, when he was 18 or so, so that the incest taboo had never kicked in properly; on the upside, he spoke Japanese, which Hiroshi would certainly appreciate.

At least, Trang, the petite waitress, would get to see Hiroshi tomorrow, so that she could make a decision if she wanted to be there for the lunch with him, Nguyet, and me, after which we would indulge in a foursome, which was apparently Hiroshi’s strong wish. Nguyet had told me that he liked watching and being watched during sex, and he also had some kind of cuckold fetish, it seemed. Well, if Charlie and his lady left early, perhaps we could all get the ball rolling together.

Nguyet had been hesitant about meeting in such a large group but then, she also found it beneficial if her future husband acquainted himself with a few young Vietnamese of her generation; plus their language, of course. When I suggested to Nguyet that I could perhaps go to the old guesthouse with Linh afterwards, while she and Hiroshi would drive over to the old hotel, she declared it an option but then told me to wait and see how the hour at the café would pan out.

As Charlie was shuttling his new girlfriend around on his tiny 50cc Honda, the task to pick up Linh was left to me, as she couldn’t drive because of her slight handicap. She had suffered a stroke when she was ten, as a result of which she limped. Her left arm was also disabled; she didn’t have a firm grip in her left hand but often squeezed a rubber ball to aid the blood flow. As far as I knew, her sense of balance was also negatively affected. Overall, though, Linh was a clever and beautiful young woman with a page-boy haircut, a fine, firm figure with small bobs, and spiffy glasses that underscored her sharp intellect.

While picking her up, I had hoped to get a glimpse of her gorgeous mother Yen, but she didn’t seem to be at home, as Linh came limping towards me by herself, after she had locked their house. She was wearing a light summer dress and positively beaming. Immediately after she had taken her seat behind me, she told me how happy she was to meet Hiroshi and, finally, also Charlie’s new girlfriend:

“Oh, you haven’t met her yet?”

“No, he’s kinda secretive about her…” she chuckled, and we drove off.

As our round upstairs at the coffee house was rather large today, the waitress – not Trang, but another – handed me two light folding chairs to take up to the table, where the others were, apparently, already congregating. We ordered our drinks, and I joined the group, while Linh went to the restroom. Charlie instantly introduced his lady friend to me, whose name was Sawan, and then I noticed next that he was indeed talking in Japanese to Hiroshi. As Linh hadn’t taken her seat yet, I waited to see where she would plop her womanly butt down; I ended up on Hiroshi’s other side, next to Nguyet, who was now flanked by Linh, who had met her years ago when she was still a student – and Nguyet the receptionist at our private English college – but they had never really met or spoken to each other.

Hiroshi had perhaps insisted I sit next to him, as we were both about one generation older than the rest. We shook hands again, but then he informed me that he wanted to continue his conversation in Japanese with Charlie, first, which was fine, as that offered me the opportunity to smoke and look around a bit. At some point, I asked Nguyet if she knew where our new dazzling friend Trang was, but she only shrugged shoulders, saying that she didn’t know:

“Perhaps she has to cook lunch for her family or something,” Nguyet surmised, only to continue her conversation with Linh on her other side.

Well, ok. Nguyet and Linh had no difficulties finding topics and were just chatting away, like most Vietnamese women could and would. I felt a bit bad, as Sawan didn’t really have anyone to talk to, but I was simply too far away to engage with her, as Hiroshi had insisted that I sit here, to his right. I didn’t know how good her English was, either. But the last thing I wanted was to talk over the other’s heads. Sawan looked nice but thoroughly overdressed for the occasion: She was wearing a gorgeous and elegant, white dress made from thick, soft fabric, which had flowers woven in, plus a lot of lace. She was holding her purse on her lap with her legs crossed – which were slim, muscular, and nicely tanned – and kept looking into a small mirror to check on her lipstick and make-up from time to time.

Sawan had relatively dark skin and seemed five or six years older than Charlie, who was only a sophomore in school and about 20 or 21. She also seemed a tad taller than him, perhaps an inch-and-a-half or two, but her beauty was somewhat austere or harsh, for the lack of better words. But there was definitely something about her. She had her shoulder-length hair parted on one side and didn’t look Vietnamese, but she was definitely from this corner of the world. Now that she was getting up, I marveled at her hips and fine, relatively large bosom; she looked like an athlete. Which was an interesting contrast to her extremely feminine white dress, which she could have worn to a wedding. Her own, even.

As she was gone, perhaps to powder her nose downstairs, Charlie turned sideways and looked at the empty chair, like he was missing her already. I held my thumb up to congratulate him to his fine catch and to boost his self-esteem, before I asked him, past Hiroshi’s face, when exactly he had to go back to his university in Saigon:

“After Independence Day… on the 8^th or so…”

“Do you want to hang out, the three of us, with Sawan, before you leave?”

Now, he gave me a thumbs-up but then continued his conversation with our Japanese star. Independence Day was on the 2^nd of September, so we still had two weeks or so. Now, Sawan was reemerging up the stairs, bit by bit, together with the other waitress, not Trang, who then refilled our glasses with cold tea. As quietly as Nguyet was talking to Linh, she was perhaps relaying some secrets about her and Hiroshi, or they were just talking about sex. Or something more mundane, like the cornerstones of their lives and everything that had happened to them since the last time they had seen each other. Or Nguyet had asked about the delicate topic of Linh’s handicap and the disabilities ensuing from it.

When Sawan had taken her seat again, I admired her bosom once more, until Hiroshi finally decided to speak to me. Would Charlie and Sawan appreciate a little orgy, before he had to go back to Saigon? I asked myself. Or a quick threesome next week? Well, perhaps that wouldn’t be her thing. It was difficult to tell, of course. I noticed that both, Nguyet and Linh were also checking her out, perhaps asking themselves the same question. Well, Sawan didn’t have to hide, with her graceful, athletic figure, bosom, and her interesting face. I would have liked to talk to her but didn’t want to be rude to Hiroshi, who seemed glad that we were finally reconnecting again, after his callous, yet cool fuck with Nguyet from behind.

Fully dressed. Even though he appreciated discussions about history and politics, he only remarked that Germany was in shambles, before he asked me straightforwardly if we were gonna ‘our’ old hotel after we would be done here at the café. Nguyet had heard it, though, and chimed in that she and Hiroshi had already talked about it, but when I cautioned that I wondered I was gonna have a little sensual rendezvous with Linh, just the two of us, Hiroshi checked her out and nodded, saying blatantly that we would be welcome to join them.

Linh looked at me and nodded barely noticeably, and now Hiroshi began a conversation with her across the table. He wanted to know what her major was at university and what her plans were for the future. Eventually, I switched seats with her, so that the two of them had it easier, and then asked Nguyet what she wondered of the wondered of the four of us:

“Don’t you wanna go to the guesthouse just with Hiroshi, instead? And Linh and I amuse ourselves at the old hotel…” I whispered from the corner of my mouth.

Nguyet only laughed and shook her gorgeous, diamond-shaped head: “I don’t think we need to split like that… Hiroshi and I could also go up to the maid’s chamber on the sixth floor if Linh’s uncomfortable… yeah, you can have the room on the fourth,” she decided.

When I didn’t reply immediately but lit a ciggy, Nguyet continued quietly, like she needed to convince me: “Ben, you know what we have been talking about for weeks: Hiroshi likes being watched and watching others, while he has sex… if Linh’s fine with it, it could be great,” she argued.

Great, as our foursome would loosen Hiroshi up further. That’s what she meant. Well, okay, then. Nguyet’s and my strategy was to take another woman along, anyway, so that he could see how others do it to get new ideas. Unlike him, I liked intercourse to be wet and juicy, naked and delirious, raw and sticky, although I had to admit that his act – when he took Nguyet so nonchalantly fully dressed from behind – had been stinking cool, in some methods. In the end, we would probably all profit from each other, and I was sure Hiroshi understood that perfectly. The irony was, though, that Nguyet and I had been thinking hard about who to take for so long: first, it had been her petite colleague Thuy, next our masseuse Ly, then the petite waitress here, Trang, but now slightly disabled Linh would suddenly be the one.

Well, looking at her and Hiroshi, it definitely appeared like it could work. He was a clever dresser and in very good shape for his age. The way he was checking out Linh, he definitely wanted to undress her, while she seemed impressed and was probably already fantasizing about his foil. Linh was also super self-confident and could be pretty wild, even though her disability kinda forced her to lie on her back during sex. But she was no child of sorrow: Charlie and I had banged her five times one afternoon, about a month back at the old hotel. She had even been at the point to try her first backdoor sex, but then we had refrained, for some reason.

No, I wouldn’t have texted Linh – or any other woman: ‘Hey, do you want to have sex with a 49-year-old Japanese gentleman?’ but if it happened like this, as the two of them were really getting engrossed in each other now?! Right as I was pondering how everything could pan out, Trang made my day by showing her cute little face and enticing petite body up here, refilling our glasses yet one more time with cold tea. She was smiling the whole time but then made my favorite new gesture again: She crooked her middle finger until it reached her thumb, while her index finger was pointing upward. She even winked at me, like she wanted to say that she was looking forward to the foursome one day.

Trang was quite something; her face radiated dignity, while her compact body offered everything a man could ask for. Her breasts were relatively large yet firm, while her butt was brimming with sensual energy. Unfortunately, she was required to wear that wrap- skirt here at work, so that I couldn’t admire her healthy little legs. But man, how her butt was wobbling under the thin, brightly-colored fabric was heartwarming and titillating. When she was done refilling our glasses, she put one hand on my shoulder and her other on Nguyet’s, like she was truly chuffed with our fine round of people here. She apologized again that she couldn’t join us today but then made it clear that she couldn’t wait for the next opportunity.

As it looked like Sawan and Charlie wanted to take off now, I quickly took my folding chair over to them and sat down near the corner of the table. They probably had expected me to do so, and I simply found that decorum required it. Charlie spelled her unusual name for me and then said that she was from Laos and here in Vietnam for a postgraduate program in public health. Yeah, now I remembered meeting a few young people from Laos once, who told me that Vietnam helped its poorer neighbor that way. Sawan smiled and apologized that her Vietnamese was better than her English, and so we didn’t talk much, until they got up to leave.

After everyone had waved at them and found a few kind words, Linh yelled at Charlie, and everyone but Hiroshi and me laughed. As Nguyet was talking to Hiroshi, I didn’t want to ask her what cheeky thing Linh had just uttered, but then the latter turned her head to tell me quietly how cool, elegant, and attractive she found Hiroshi. She moved her chair closer to mine and then whispered:

“Ben, do you really think… he would… with me? That would be so cool… I could go back to Hanoi and start my Master’s, knowing that I had sex with such an awesome Japanese man…”

“Linh, I don’t see why not… you’re good-looking, and I’ve seen him watch you… you’ve been having a great time together… I don’t know if Nguyet has already told you, but he can be a bit stiff… so, Nguyet would appreciate it if you could… help, for the lack of a better word…”

“But Ben, I also wanted to try anal sex today… with you… I don’t wanna do that with someone I don’t know…”

“Hiroshi might like the idea…” I chuckled. “Would you mind if he was watching?”

She shrugged shoulders and wondered about it: “Well, we can also meet here again with Charlie and Sawan next week and then go to the hotel, just the two of us… Sawan doesn’t like group sex…” she giggled.

“What did you yell at Charlie ten minutes ago?” I was curious now.

“That we’ll get Sawan to try it once…”

“Well, I don’t know… I think that’s her decision…” I cautioned her.

“Ben, Charlie and I fucked about fifteen times this summer… he can’t get enough of me…” she nodded with a decidedly self-confident look in her face.

“You are his cousin, Linh… and now he has a proper girlfriend,” I reminded her.

“He’s had her since June but banged me regardless, like a stud… like there’s no tomorrow… he even told me that he preferred me to my mother…”

That was hard to believe.

“Really?! Well, you’re younger and, I guess, he gets an extra kick out that whole incest thing,” I replied, even though that was also true for the relationship with his aunt.

Nguyet had been on the phone for at least two minutes and seemed worried now. She looked at me with her dark almond eyes from time to time, seeming concerned. Judging by her expression, something had gone awry, probably at work.

“Ben, I gotta go back to my office,” she told us eventually. “Now…”

Nguyet and Hiroshi got up after they had exchanged a few more words. Slightly battered – as if our side had conceded another goal in stoppage time – we went downstairs, where Hiroshi, of course, insisted on paying. Trang was smiling at the register but then told us that Charlie had already settled the bill. Hiroshi asked Nguyet why Charlie and his girlfriend couldn’t join us at the hotel – he seemed to know our habits and relationships – but his future wife told him truthfully that our interesting new friend from Laos didn’t like orgies.

Well, perhaps it would be better for Linh to be alone with me today, anyway, if she really wanted to try out sex in her gorgeous anus, which reminded me of a satellite image of Tristan da Cunha in the South Atlantic Ocean. Outside the café on the sidewalk, Hiroshi and Nguyet were now debating something, while Linh had already taken my hand.

“Well, shit happens… next time,” I told her, and I put my helmet on.

At least, Trang had shown me my new favorite gesture again for a second time, just a minute ago, like she was congratulating us to our foursome. Which wasn’t gonna happen now, it seemed. Bummer!

Hiroshi’s spiffy white Lexus was waiting with the engine running, but now Nguyet had a fulminating idea:

“Ben, Hiroshi is going to drive me back to the office but then he joins you at the old hotel?!” she asked rhetorically. “I mean, it isn’t far… but he has only an hour or so, at best…”

I found it intriguing that Nguyet relinquished her future hubby Hiroshi so nonchalantly for a quick threesome with Linh and myself. But then, we both had been racking our brains for weeks how we could assist him in loosening up. Of course, it was a bit risky, as he didn’t really know Linh, but she had already admitted that she wanted him to bang her, and the way they both, Hiroshi and Nguyet, were looking at us now, we couldn’t say ‘no’.