Surreptitious Love Ch. 173
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Chapter 173 – Nook and Cranny = Nooky
Last week, I had met my muse Nguyet’s new boss, who was madly in love with her. And she with him. They still had difficulties expressing their feelings for each other, but after an agonizing half-an-hour toward the end of our lunch, we had managed to get Mister Nakamura to the old, empty hotel, which was managed by their real-estate company. Hiroshi had exuded quite some presence over lunch but then turned out to be stiff and a tad ungainly in sensual things, which had come as a surprise after the charming and fairly deep conversation we had had over lunch.
At the hotel, Hiroshi had pulled down Nguyet’s panties to about half-way on her thighs, while she had been kneeling on the bed in a black minidress and light, lacy tights, before he had let his substantial, perfectly shaped cock out – still fully dressed. After he had gotten a condom out of his pants pocket, I had retreated to allow the two of them some privacy, and, as far as I knew, Hiroshi and Nguyet had finished the act in said fashion: with our suave, sophisticated Japanese head honcho behind my long-term affairs’ nimble light butt, which had been framed by the hem of her black dress, underwear, and stocking seams.
In some ways, I had found the scene revoltingly hot but, ultimately, also too clinical and too deliberate. Nguyet, however, who loved everything Japanese, was in the process of falling madly in love with him, anyway, and would probably end up marrying him. She was still single but had an almost four-year-old son, Minh, who she wanted to find a father for. As things looked, Hiroshi would lead the Vietnamese branch of their multinational real-estate conglomerate, but I didn’t know yet if Nguyet and I could continue our affair then.
For the time being, I still assumed we would, as they weren’t married yet and had almost needed me for their first true sensual encounter. And then, Nguyet had hinted that she wanted to loosen him up now, for which she almost certainly would need my help. Once Hiroshi would be back in town – currently, he was visiting several company branches in other small cities, such as ours, up north – we could go for lunch again and have a few more threesomes or find other ways to alleviate his stiffness. A massage, perhaps.
Speaking of: Our petite blind masseuse Hanh, who was the only one in our town to offer pussy massages – had a young female friend called Nhu, who was also blind but wanted to learn the art of massaging. Hanh was making decent money with her skills, as women relented more easily to have their treasures treated if the lady was blind, so there seemed to be a market niche for Nhu as well. To gain experience, the girls were massaging each other a few times per week and, also, Hanh’s aunt Ly, but Hanh had asked me yesterday if I couldn’t swing by this week with one of my lady friends, so that Nhu could get more practice.
I wasn’t sure if Hanh was teaching Nhu how to massage snatches, but I knew that Hanh’s aunt was too sheepish to lend the girls hers for practice, even though they were blind. I learned that Hanh’s god-aunt Yen had already been involved in the process, but when Hanh insisted I bring another ‘woman who was not shy’, I surmised that whoever-I-took-along’s pussy would be included. Yes, the girls knew that practice made perfect and that every snatch was a bit different.
Nhu and Hanh also understood that their young, tight treasures were not what to expect from their daily life as masseuses: most lady clients would be between 35 and 55 or so. As Yen was pushing 50, I decided to ask Nguyet to come along, as she was 15 years younger, knew Hanh well and certainly would be willing to let the young masseuses explore every nook and cranny of her midsection. And then there might even be some sort of nooky to cap it all off.
My quest for a pussy I could deliver to the two rousing, blind damsels was a bit bumpy at first, though. Nguyet claimed that she was too busy, as Hiroshi would be back the following week. She wanted to skip lunch, actually, to work off all the piles of documents in her office to have more time for him. Of course, I could relate to her stance, but when I asked Quynh, who knew Hanh a bit and was also rather open – and who had perhaps the most beautiful vaginal vestibule of all the ladies knew – she declined, saying that she had to undergo some software training at work during lunch.
Eventually, Nguyet relented when I told her that, during the massage from Hanh’s and Nhu’s hands, we could chat a bit about Hiroshi and make plans how she – or we – could loosen him up. She cautioned me, though, that she only had one hour, but I was certain that, once she was naked on Hanh’s massage table, time wouldn’t matter much. Actually, it would suit me just fine if Nguyet left earlier, as I adored Hanh’s young, slender, athletic friend Nhu, who was still a virgin, as far as I was able to tell. One way or the other, I was sure, an array of erotic moments and situations would present themselves, almost all by itself.
Yes, the more I thought about it, I actually wanted Nguyet to leave half-way through, as I then could be alone with Hanh and Nhu. The only question was if Ly, Hanh’s aunt, would interject herself into the picture somehow, as my cock had her sexuality freshly awakened six weeks back. But then, she knew a guy in Saigon who was bound to visit her soon; perhaps that would dampen her enthusiasm and make her stay downstairs in her lair, although her experience as a masseuse would be helpful during Nhu’s training. But, perhaps, Ly also had to serve a client downstairs in her massage room.
Seeing Hanh again at her home this week was also clever, as spending more time with Nhu meant that we could drag her along for Hanh’s birthday bash at the hot springs in early July, for which we were planning an outright orgy. Nguyet and I agreed, however, that there was no time for coffee or lunch, and so we would just meet outside Ly and Hanh’s house on Phan Dinh Phung Street.
As I had arrived first, I lit a ciggy on the sidewalk, and Ly stepped out of the house, since she had heard my motorcycle. I asked her about her trip to Saigon and the guy she knew there:
“It was… nice… good. We’ll see each other again… here, in two weeks,” she was beaming.
Ly was wearing tight, black-and-white-checked cyclist shorts again as well as a green T-shirt and, yes, she looked hot. Would she join us for her blind niece’s bash at the thermal springs? Perhaps not, as her new beau didn’t know the rest of us or might not be open for outdoor group sex at an Onsen. And Ly herself might have to stay at the house if the only other masseuse, Hanh, was out and about, frolicking. A minute later, Nguyet arrived and we unceremoniously went in, after I had quickly introduced the two ladies, even though they had seen each other in passing a few times during the last year or two.
Hanh’s mom, Ly’s older sister, didn’t seem to be there, and so we just moseyed upstairs to Hanh’s massage room, next to which was her bedroom, accessible from the massage parlor itself, where Nguyet and I could see Hanh and Nhu sitting on the bed, listening to music with shared earphones, giggling and chatting with each other. When Ly had told them we had arrived, they removed their ear pods, got up and greeted us, during which Hanh hugged me, while Nhu was touching Nguyet’s forearms to get a first impression of her – which I had also seen Hanh do a few times.