Upstairs, we sat down in the kitchen. My back was against the wall at one of the shorter edges of the rectangular table, while Charlie plopped himself down near the window, kinda close to me in a 90-degree angle. Mira sat down near him, but also across from me, which I found weird after ten seconds, so that I moved to the other short side of the table, giving our young couple more room. While Charlie now took ‘my’ chair near the wall, Mira followed him with hers and then touched his wrist, the way young Southeast-Asians sometimes do to show trust. Nguyet was standing across the room at the counter and looked absolutely beguiling: her small butt was wobbling seductively under her tight skirt, and I asked myself if she had dressed up for Charlie or if she was required to look that spiffy when showing houses to clients. She had taken off her high heels downstairs, of course, but judging by the fabric of her tights, she was perhaps even wearing a garter belt and lacy underwear. My, oh my!
Mira went to the bathroom at some point, and, as no one was saying anything, we could quietly hear her pee. Did that turn Charlie on? As the bedroom door was open, I could see the brightly-colored bed spread, which someone would fold back soon. And there was a lovely yellow dress hanging on the doorknob of one of the wardrobes. I asked Nguyet if it was hers:
“Nope. That’s Thuy’s… she usually changes here in the morning…”
“And then again in the afternoon?” I asked.
“Well, yes, of course,” she replied smugly.
I instantly imagined Thuy coming up and changing, with the bedroom door only half-way closed. We could then see her in her white underwear… her simple bra and panties… and perhaps even detect the outline of her brown, roundish bush under the fabric. Charlie would be mesmerized by her beauty, get up, and go over to kiss her… But then, alas, Mira would be cross, of course, so that wasn’t an option. But I liked the chimera, until Nguyet hollered:
“Ben!”
I woke up from my reveries and found my hands on her knees. My imagination had carried me away, and I had to orient myself, like I had just woken up from a long, deep nap. Nguyet’s firm thighs were warm and perfectly shaped. I stroked her tights and reached under her skirt, where I indeed found the garter belt, the soft lacy hems, plus three inches of soft, naked, warm flesh. Charlie had watched me, and now that Nguyet’s thighs were exposed, as her skirt stayed up near her lap, his eyes got bigger and bigger, before he put one hand on Mira’s knee on her skirt. She nodded to encourage him, but somehow no one seemed to know how to proceed from here. My mouth was dry, and I could sense a sparkling tension in the air, just like before a severe thunderstorm.
Nguyet was off the hook, as she had to go to the post office. She actually got up now, after taking one more of the excellent cookies from the big round tin, and promised to be back in about 45 minutes. Charlie seemed to regret that she was leaving–or, at least, that her skirt was now covering her splendid little thighs again–and now Mira took Charlie’s hand off her knee. We could almost hear his heart sink to his boots, but she had only done it to lift up her skirt. Charlie looked mesmerized at about ten, twelve inches of gorgeous young thigh flesh. Trembling, one stalking hand came back out of nowhere, getting ever closer to Mira’s knee.
Without saying a word, Nguyet pointed at the bedroom and turned on her heels. I watched her saunter down the stairs and regretted that I would now have to go, too. Didn’t I? I found it impossible to watch Charlie’s first time–unless the two of them would invite me directly. Charlie fumbled the orange pack of condoms out of his shirt pocket and put them on the table for everyone to see. Mira looked drop-dead gorgeous, holding her skirt like a girl in a painting. Her legs were perfect: relatively long, slender, slightly muscular, and yet also feminine. She grabbed more of the fabric of her skirt with just her fingers, like she was playing a piano, exposing another two inches of her marvelous, Miraculous flesh. We could now see about four fifth of her thighs. Well, as hot and as endearing everything was, regrettingly, I got up to step out downstairs and smoke. I pointed at the open bedroom door again, and the two of them nodded. It was a sobering moment, somehow, but what was there to say or do?!
Mira seemed grateful that they were getting it on now, but I was sure they must have felt queasy as well. I took my time, subconsciously hoping one of them would invite me to stay. But no, and so I moseyed towards the stairs and then slowly down. Once Nguyet was back, we could do it again, the four of us, maybe. Or the five of us, but I didn’t know what Thuy was up to, apart from that she wanted to go home early today. Should I have offered to introduce Charlie to the intricacies of sensual acrobatics? Nonsense, Mira wasn’t a virgin anymore. She knew what to put where and when. Reaching the lobby, I made a V-sign with my fingers in front of my mouth, indicating to Thuy that I was going to smoke outside.
While I was puffing away, I imagined Charlie and Mira on the bed in the bedroom: Would she lift up her skirt fully, or would he fold it back, just like the bed spread? Well, Charlie had never seen a woman in underwear–not to mention naked–but if everything went alright, he would even fuck for the very first time in about twenty minutes. And be done in 25. As much as Mira liked giving blowjob, they might start with that, though. And then, Charlie would last a bit longer the second time. Young as he was, he wouldn’t take long to recover. Not much longer than it took to smoke a cigarette. When I went back in, I thought that he might not even be a virgin anymore. Would they holler when they were done?
I had to admit I regretted not being able to lie down between Mira’s gorgeous legs, as that would perhaps upset Charlie. But Nguyet and Thuy were awesome, too, of course. But still: I would never forget the sight of Mira holding up her red-and-white checked skirt to entice Charlie up there in the kitchen. And her small, nimble torso had looked so appetizing in her soft, bright-red T-shirt. Gosh, she looked delicious today! And her legs… Jesus! Could I come on top of Mira this afternoon, after Charlie was done? Alas, probably not. Perhaps when he was atop Nguyet, though. But then, Mira would have become such an important person in Charlie’s young life that having to watch me bang her might break his heart. No, not today. Maybe the next time. I couldn’t do that.
I had really taken my time smoking outside, but when I went back in, I immediately saw that spiffy yellow dress here on an office chair. O-oh. Thuy was laughing, red as a beet, and told me how she had gone upstairs to change but, of course, interrupted Mira and Charlie, making out profusely. Instead of asking why she had gone in–I mean, she knew that they would be there, didn’t she?–I inquired, however, what she had seen and what they had been doing, first. As my Vietnamese wasn’t great, it took us a while, but then it transpired that Mira had kneeled on the bed, still dressed, blowing him and holding up her T-shirt with one hand, so that he could suck and fondle her breasts a bit. Thuy had also seen his cock, so he had perhaps already been naked. And Mira had probably snapped her bra open… hmh… this sure was an endearing scene, I had to admit. Still blushing, Thuy added that she had turned her head sideways, quickly grabbed her dress, and run out of the room.
“But why did you go in?!” I asked her, curious. “You knew that they were in there…”
“Nguyet said they are ‘up’, but they are in the ‘middle’.”
Well, yes, there was another, smaller bedroom one more floor up, which we had used for sensual encounters in the past. Shoot! Oh, well, Thuy had only interrupted their fore-play; they could have gotten their rhythm back. And we still had time. Now, I was standing around all dressed up but nowhere to go, a little like a father-to-be on a hospital corridor. While I was thinking what to do, however, we heard subdued sobbing coming from upstairs. Oh, shit! I grabbed Thuy’s hand, and we rushed up the stairs. Something must have gotten wrong, but I was hoping that the presence of such a lovely and sweet woman as Thuy would alleviate any problems the two might be having. What had Charlie done to Mira, for Chrissake?!
When we reached the kitchen, Mira was sitting on a chair with her white panties crumpled in her hand. She was still dressed, sobbing and sniveling, and Charlie was standing next to her, trying to console and comfort her. He had put his underpants and flannel shirt back on, but not his T-shirt underneath, like he was hopeful they would do it again. The condoms were gone from the table; ok, at least. Had he been too rash and his cock hurt her? Had they actually done it already? Mira reached under her T-shirt to fasten her bra again, which made me fucking horny, even though it was a move in the wrong direction. Thuy apologized again for interrupting them.
Charlie smiled awkwardly in pain and agony, caressing Mira’s hair, while she put her panties back on. Oh, man, was that hot, too! But it seemed to signal that everything was over, didn’t it? I could see Charlie’s pants on the bed, as the bedroom door was still open but, frankly, nothing looked like he had successfully completed his mission. All they were doing at this point was to mutually assure each other, whimpering and wailing, that it had been their respective fault. I poured myself another cup of tea and asked Thuy to stay, before we sat down.