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.