Chapter 122 — Thanh’s Temerity

Well, it was about time: how much effort had we invested to finally get a decent orgy off the ground?! Hoang and Charlie as well as Nguyet and Mira all promised to definitely be at the empty vintage hotel, our default venue for such debauchery, the following week. Vu wasn’t sure yet, but my beloved Anna had, unfortunately, already gone back to Saigon where she was attending university. Thanh, however, who had prepared the orgies with Anna last summer, could stay for another ten days or so, before she also would have to return to college. What I loved the most, though, was that even our young, blind masseuse Hanh had gotten permission from her mother to join her girlfriend Mira for two hours over lunch, although she probably wasn’t aware what her girl would exactly be doing.

Last summer, after Nguyet had received the keys to the old hotel in her position as a real estate broker, Anna, Thanh, and I had started to prepare stimulating little lead-ins and games to have a rousing beginning for our orgies, as everyone was happy that we had found the proper location for our depravity. The two girls had sewn clothes, picked music, as well as choreographed and rehearsed a striptease, which no one had seen yet, though, as they both had to return to Saigon on short notice back in August of last year. Those tombola tickets with the lewd instructions were still at Anna’s parents’ house, from where they would be difficult to retrieve, however. While the other members of our orgy circle didn’t seem to care for that transitionary period between lunch and Sex, I’d always thought that there needed to be something other than ‘So, ok, let’s fuck now!’

Instead of trying to get those raffle tickets from Anna’s house, though — for which we would have to talk to Anna’s twin-Sister or even parents — Thanh and I decided to meet at a coffee shop and think of new ways to get next week’s orgy off to a good start. Mira was busy teaching, while Charlie had some family function to attend, but both agreed to join Thanh and me later at our favorite café, so that they could meet briefly, before they would have Sex together the following week. Charlie was still lusting after his divine aunt Yen, but as long as the waiting time was filled with rousing role-plays — like the previous week — tantalizing gangbangs — like two weeks ago — or little orgies — such as the following week — his waiting time seemed well-spent.

As much as I liked Mira and Charlie, I was glad that they were busy this morning, as I hadn’t seen my former student Thanh since last summer. We hardly ever wrote to each other, and so I had no idea what had been happening in her life. Last summer, she had hooked up with Hoang, who had since then become part of our orgy circle and, also, Nguyet’s lover. The only details Thanh had shared with me the last few days was that she had gotten back together with her boyfriend in Saigon and that she had lost quite a bit of weight. Thanh seemed pretty serious, as she was a bit reserved, which made her appear older than the 22 years she had on the clock. Once she warmed up, though, she could be wickedly funny, and she was also sexually much more open than one would imagine after the first impression.

I decided to wait outside the café, as Thanh would perhaps not have seen me upstairs on the secluded balcony, which was the biggest asset the place had. The only access to the top floor, where there was only one fairly large table, was a rickety, rusty spiral staircase but once upstairs, one could hear it instantly if someone put a foot on the first step below, on the ground floor. Secluded as such and protected from the keen eyes of the neighboring buildings by ample plants and flowers, Mira and I had brought each other to multiple orgasms here already, although I had doubts that that would happen with Thanh today. After all, we hadn’t seen each other for more than half-a-year — ever since we had prepared those rousing little lead-ins.

I couldn’t wait to see her, though: after gaining weight last summer, Thanh purportedly had lost it again, and she also tailored her own clothes. I liked her style and her subtle experimentation with materials and colors. She wasn’t as extrovert as Nguyet or Mira, but, like I just said, seemed more mature than the latter, even though she was three years younger. She also had really long, full, wavy hair, which she dyed a bit, too, like our friend from the Philippines, but more subtly. Last Tet, Thanh and I had spent two hours at a coffee shop with another former student of mine, where he had completely hijacked the conversation. Feeling the need to spend some more time just the two of us, she invited me to her parents’ house, where we had a modest dinner in her small bedroom upstairs, before we relented and consumed our lust for each other.

Thanh had a nice, harmonious figure and, in the seclusion of her bedroom, kissing, undressing, and rolling around on her bed couch had felt completely natural, partially as we had had the tacit approval of her parents. The whole rumpus had started when she removed her strapless bra from her honey-yellow knitted top, as it had been chafing. Knowing that her naked full breasts where just covered by one layer of fabric, we reached the point of no return in no time. She had still been a virgin, but during the following weeks, we partied pretty hard. Once, at the thermal springs west of town, she had met a young fellow who she had a crush on in high school — Hoang — and ever since they had carried on their on-and-off affair. When she left town last August, Thanh didn’t expect him to remain faithful, as he was here and she in Saigon, but the way Nguyet and Hoang conducted their relationship, it often felt like Nguyet — as a single mom who wasn’t keen on getting married — was keeping Hoang for Thanh, should she ever want him back.

Yes, the first thing I noticed when Thanh had gotten off her bike was that she had reclaimed the astounding slim body she had had before she went to college at 18. And yet, she also seemed to have matured more; she looked absolutely stunning. Well, I could have done without those reddish strands of dyed hair, as her natural pitch-black head was simply superb. But her outfit — which she had worn once before for me at a café — made my blood boil and caused a lump in my throat. Jesus, she just looked staggering in her red, tight blouse that was fairly long and cut like a men’s shirt, which she was wearing like a dress. Under said shirt, she was sporting a red miniskirt, which barely protruded from under it, though, perhaps only by two inches. She had combined the two reds with black, silky pantyhose and pair of black velour pumps. Her burgundy cardigan was a bit too much, I felt, as it provided a third hue of red already — the fourth if we counted the hair dye — but, all in all, it was one of the finest outfits I had ever laid my eyes on.

As was her habit, she had not skimped on lipstick, either, which was the fifth (or sixth) hue of red, but it sure looked good. With her large interesting glasses, she reminded me of a presenter for Al Jazeera. As her eyebrows swung upwards quite a bit, she sometimes also looked — as she had a fairly large head and thick hair — like an owl, while her shoulders were curiously narrow. All in all, she was one of the most ravishing young women I knew. She had poise, charisma as well as presence, and radiated — for the lack of a better word — mojo. Would she join me for a sensual hour at the old hotel, once we were done here at the café with our orgy preparations? Well, I would have to wait and see what she’d think of Mira and Charlie, who would be here in less half-an-hour.

I was glad that no one was sitting upstairs at ‘our’ secluded table, so that we could enjoy some intimate time, first. We ordered drinks and then looked at each other for a while without saying anything. As slim as she was again, without looking thin or even haggard, her bosom appeared relatively large, as it was heaving directly in front of me. Yes, her breasts were about the size Thuy’s, but Thanh here was five inches taller than our cute, petite real estate queen. Charlie would probably like Thanh’s bosom, and when she used the back of her right hand to throw back all her hair on the left-hand side, my cock twitched for the first time. I lit a cigarette and took a good, long drag. We still hadn’t spoken, and now I watched her move her lips like she wanted to spread the excess lipstick evenly without looking in the mirror.

She finally filled me in with some details of her studies and internship, before she brought up her boyfriend in Saigon, with whom Sex wasn’t as exciting as it had been with Hoang here in town last summer. Yes, as so often, one couldn’t have it all, it seemed: Hoang was a super handsome stud, quiet yet charming, while Thanh’s boyfriend in Saigon was ideal if she wanted to discuss music, art, her studies, bubble tea, or fashion — for which Hoang, as a plumber and electrician, didn’t care all that much. When Thanh admitted that she and her Saigon-boyfriend only had Sex like twice a month, I knew that she would try to get back together with Hoang while she was in town but refrained from giving unsolicited advice. Thanh was clever and had her act together; she’d figure it out by herself.

At some point, the cute little waitress, with whom I wanted Charlie to hook up, was refilling our tea glasses. She glanced and smiled at me with impunity during the whole process.

“She likes you…” Thanh commented after the girl was gone.

“Well, I’m the only one in town with blue eyes… and one of the few who’s taller than six-two…” I laughed, shrugging shoulders like that was the only explanation I could give, before I moved on to Charlie and Mira, so I could fill Thanh in before they would get here.

And so I told her what had happened the last two months. Thanh then asked me about Anna, who, alas, had already had to go back to Saigon the fifth day after Tet, as some relative with a van had driven down south anyway on that day. Thanh had actually met Anna a few times in Saigon and — to my horror — told me now that my favorite Love-affair had a steady boyfriend there. When I had somewhat recovered from the cold dagger of jealousy that fate was twisting in my heart, Thanh steered the conversation back to Charlie:

“And he’s coming here later, isn’t he?”

She sounded a bit concerned, for some reason. I nodded and asked if she’d prefer to be alone with me.

“Well, in a way…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, but he won’t be here for another 45 minutes or so… Nguyet and I just thought it would be better if you guys met before the rumpus next week, you know…”

She nodded like she understood but started to wiggle in her chair. This was slightly out of character, but perhaps she had envisioned the two of us flirting and warming up a bit, before we would go somewhere for Sex? She was also fiddling with the pendant on her necklace and even one button on her shirt. In a similar situation, at another café last year, we had talked about Nguyet once, whose exhibitionism made her enjoy taking off her panties from under a skirt or dress in public, which I believed was one of the sexiest habits ever. Even though I had shared my infatuation with Thanh, she had not taken off her panties that day but gotten one of her breasts out, instead, which she had then presented me like a ripe fruit She had held it with one hand underneath, before she had asked me if I, in principle, could imagine getting my cock out at a café. Over at the other coffee shop that would have been impossible, though, as it had only one floor, and so we couldn’t be sure if someone wouldn’t surprise or see us.

Thanh had initially told me that she was unsure if she would have Sex at all over Tet, while she was here in our small town, because of her boyfriend in Saigon, but she sure wanted to see her stud Hoang; I could tell. But perhaps that was even easier at the hotel during an orgy, as the carnal Sex there sometimes felt more like a pastime or even sport than an emotional or romantic enterprise. I imagined Thanh had already decided to have Sex with Hoang, but she wasn’t quite ready yet to admit it to herself or proclaim it publically. Like she wanted to disavow her chastity promise now, she moved eight inches to the left, so that she was, like me, sitting next to the table, more than behind it. She looked at me challengingly, as we were finally able to see each other completely.

There was a break in our conversation and, as so often in such situations, I lit another cigarette. Thanh appeared to be breathing more quickly, and she also looked around, like she was checking if anyone could see us. A few days after Tet, there were only a few customers downstairs, though, as everyone — including their purses — was still exhausted from the tons of food and beer consumed. No, it was completely quiet around us, and I looked at her thighs, which — squeezed as they were by their own weight — reminded me of large loafs of bread: the 4-pounders we had bought at the old bakery in my grandparents’ village. My cock was pumping, just from looking at her, but I didn’t want to ask her clumsily to show me her breast again, even though that would have been sweet. But taking off her panties wasn’t an option, either, as she was wearing pantyhose.

As I needed to pee, I went downstairs, down the rickety spiral staircase, which did not seem to be made for my 235-pound frame. After I was done, I took off my underpants, which I then stuffed in my pants pocket. Like I just said, Thanh had suggested once I’d get my cock out in public; perhaps today was the day, as we were pretty secluded up there on the balcony. Yes, the dare was on. And she had also dressed up, in the same outfit that she was wearing on that fateful day. My heart was beating faster in anticipation of her test of courage. I mean, she wanted it, too, didn’t she?! Or had she forgotten her request and would be embarrassed, rather?

When I was back upstairs, Thanh was sitting upright like a statue but then surprisingly asked me to go downstairs again to order another coffee for her and fetch some napkins. Well, she could have said something before I had gone down the first time, but perhaps she had conceived a plan in my absence. After I had sat down again, finally, Mira texted me, saying that she would be late. I told Thanh, and we agreed that that suited us just fine.

Thanh brushed her hair with all her fingers, before she shook her head wildly and took a deep breath, like she wanted to make an announcement. But then, after she hadn’t said anything for 30 seconds or so, I began again:

“Do you remember our conversation a year back… about Nguyet’s exhibitionism… about her taking her panties off at cafes?”

Thanh nodded and swallowed with her mouth closed: “Of course… I think about that two or three times a week…”

Wow. Okay. She shifted and fidgeted a bit in her seat again and slid perhaps an inch forward. I looked at the small dark triangle that her squeezed slim thighs in their black tights and the hem of her red shirt and skirt had formed. As gorgeous as she looked, I regretted somewhat that she was wearing pantyhose, as she could have taken off her panties now with impunity, as secluded as we were from the rest of the world. But then, I didn’t even know if taking off her underwear in public was actually her thing. Showing her boob, yes, but maybe not removing panties. No, I wouldn’t ask her. Perhaps that would make her uncomfortable. And she was too mature and too serious for such gimmickry, such antics, anyway.

So, I decided to just enjoy the sight of her beauty and soak it all up. And all her general allure, which I could not even break down completely in all its details, while I would start an innocuous conversation. But then, on the other hand, it would have been so enthralling if she would just open two buttons on her shirt and reach in for one of the most enticing breasts I knew. Actually, I hadn’t really seen her ‘new tits’ after she had lost weight. They must be absolutely stunning, I thought, as relatively large as they appeared on her newly-slim frame. They were shaped like a large drop of water, while her nipples were dark-red, almost like her cardigan. Which would add even a seventh hue of red.

Well, now the cute little waitress bunny appeared with Thanh’s coffee. While I was checking her out a bit, I noticed that she was looking at the glass with the nicely folded napkins with a smug smile, like she wanted to say ‘Hey, they are still untouched. What did you need them for then?!’ Thanh was looking at her up and down, too, like she was waiting for some flirtatious moment, smile, or word from her to tease me about later. The girl seemed to enjoy the attention, as she was taking her time, standing between Thanh and me, even wiping the table a bit and rearranging everything neatly. Her nimble, cuddly figure reminded me of Hanh, our blind masseuse.

As I wasn’t wearing underwear anymore, Thanh seemed to have detected the erection in my dress pants, as soon as the chick had finally stepped away. Nonchalantly, Thanh opened her legs a bit further, which let her skirt snap two inches upward. I took a good drag of my ciggie and a sip of my coffee, while Thanh opened her knees wider yet again, and then I finally saw what this all was about. Oh, no! Good God Almighty! Oh, dear Jesus… I looked at Thanh, whose face was now as red as her blouse, adding the seventh hue of red. Her nipples would be the eighth, then.

Thanh’s eyes seemed to be asking ‘And, what do you think?!’ Yes, now it dawned on me: Last summer, she had told me of her plan to prepare a nylon pantyhose to be six or eight inches open in the front, so that she could tuck the hems into her groins. Man, this was truly exhibitionism 2.0 — or the anti-bikini: while the latter covered all the parts that truly mattered, Thanh’s new item of clothing here covered everything, emphasizing her shape, but then exposed exactly what mattered the most. As far as I knew, Nguyet had prepared a one-piece bathing suit that way once, which I had never seen, though; perhaps she had mentioned it to Thanh that fateful day when we had met Hoang at the thermal springs.

Goodness Gracious! The reasonable, well-brought up, gorgeous young woman that Thanh was, was now sitting less than three feet away from me in nylons that were open in the front, under her skirt. Without panties, of course. I lost my mind immediately: between her country-loaf-of-bread thighs and under her short red skirt, her ensconced pubic mound and cunt were directly looking at me like a small furry animal. Thanh had quite some bush, which didn’t stop near her clitoris but went all the way down on her outer labia. About an inch thick. Thanh’s cunt resembled Nguyet’s, in the sense that it was super hairy and seemed slightly too large for her body. All other women in our debauchery circle had pussies, even our mature friend Yen, Charlie’s aunt. But this here was a proper beaver, a succulent pitch-black, hairy, juicy cunt, which now was gasping for air under the hem of her red skirt. The whole arrangement was just picture-book perfect.

Thanh sighed, like she was relieved that I didn’t tell her to cover herself, or something, which would have been utterly absurd and preposterous, of course. When she sighed for a second time, her soul sounded like she was already properly aroused. She opened her legs a bit further to offer me a better look, but I suggested we, first, move to the other end of the table, away from the stairwell, to add one more bulwark against detection — the table — before we would completely lose ourselves. We got up briefly and hectically moved our drinks three feet, to the other side of the table, like figures on a chess board. Thanh reminded me to put the glass with the folded napkins within reach, and I unbuttoned my pants, while I was still standing. Bevor I sat down, I got my cock and balls out, which I then draped nicely on the black fabric of my dress pants.