“Well, we could blindfold him, and then he could sniff our butts,” she cracked up, but then assured me that she was kinda serious. “He could find his favorite lady that way…”
That sure was a bold proposition, but I liked the idea. Perhaps it was exactly what he needed. We laughed some more and kept forging plans. Eventually, we ordered two more coffees, and I lit another ciggie.
“But what about the peeing? I guess the very first time we can’t do that…”
Mira was beet-red from all the laughter and ignored my question. Instead, she asked if I was planning to make Charlie a permanent part of our small orgy circle.
“Frankly, I haven’t thought about it,” I lied. “But, why not? We can’t tell him that he can only have sex with us once, can we? And then, as things are going, Vu isn’t really in anymore, and Hoang is busy until Tet, renovating the train station. Having Charlie there would make also it more interesting for the ladies, I think…”
She didn’t reply but reached across the table for my phone, probably to look at Charlie’s pictures again. Now, I went downstairs to piss, and while in the restroom, I took my underpants off and stuffed them in my pants pocket. Just like last week, I wanted to get my cock out upstairs and then pull her damned leggings down. Today might not be as hot as last week, since we knew what was coming, but my cock was already pressurized–just like Charlie’s. Sure, I could save my sensual energy for when we would be at the massage parlor, but we couldn’t fuck right away after we arrived. Oh, no, we’d better release some of our arousal right now.
As I was walking up the delicate spiral staircase, I was hoping to see Mira’s naked legs next. But she disappointed again. At least, she had put one foot up on her seat, which looked hot, but then she took it off again as soon as I had sat down. She shot me a mischievous grin across the table, however; perhaps she felt ready for our little sensual number up here on the balcony. Or perhaps because she liked Charlie and was forging plans for when we would meet him.
“Somehow, I still like the idea to take him to Hanh’s better…” she began again. “I mean, the old hotel is pretty much Sodom and Gomorrah… we could ask Hanh later today what she thinks…”
“Well, the two of them, Hanh and Charlie, might be related by blood,” I reminded her. “And I’m not sure if my Vietnamese is good enough to relay Charlie’s peculiar story to Hanh, just like that…”
“Well, you could ask Mrs. Yen if Charlie and Hanh are related… but I really like Hanh,” Mira stated somewhat surprisingly.
“Ok, we’ll try later today,” I promised, as I didn’t want to argue.
Taking turns with her feet, Mira pressed her toes against the back of her blue sneakers and slipped out of her shoes. Then she put on a challenging smile and whispered, leaning forward:
“C’mon, Ben. We’ll do it briefly and then drive over to Hanh…” she seemed excited and added: “But you only jerk off on my panties, like last time,” she quickly marked out the plot.
Well, I had definitely experienced subtler lead-ins, but it was what it was. After all, we’d now arouse each other to a medium-sized climax up her on the balcony at the café and, very pragmatically, release some of the bottled-up tension. Leaving my pants on, of course, I got my cock and balls out, but wanted to talk about Charlie and Hanh some more, as I still needed more stimulation, at my age. We moved closer, however, so that our knees were almost touching, and Mira took a deep breath.
Now, she pulled her leggings down to close to her knees, so that I could see her gorgeous slim thighs and sense the triangle of her whitish panties all the way back there, above the dark leggings banner and below the hem of her grey skirt. Her leggings banner was blocking the path my cum fluffs would eventually take, however, and I was unsure what to do about it. At least, she moved her chair yet closer, so that now our knees were actually touching. But when I grabbed her leggings, pulled them heartily down to her ankles, and fumbled them off her feet, she protested:
“Ooh! Ben, are you insane? Hey, no, what are you doing?! What if someone sees us?!”
“Those are only in the way, Miraculous…” I said, panting, with a sardonic tone in my voice. “And open your legs more,” I demanded, wheezing, probably red as a beet, as I had bent my head down at her feet.
When I was finally holding her leggings in my hand, I buried my nose deep into the fabric, while she protested some more:
“Ben… I really don’t know,” she cooed.
“This isn’t the moment to be prissy, honey,” I barked at her and pulled her yet closer.
My glans was close to the hem of her skirt, near the inside of her phenomenal right thigh, which was actually touching the inside of my left knee. Her left leg she had stretched away, across my right foot. She kinda reminded me of Dali’s Ghost of Vermeer van Delft, just like Anna had at the small hotel at the beach last summer. Mira was blushing and holding one fist in front of her mouth and nose, while the other hand was nervously fumbling with the hem of her skirt. I realized that I didn’t like that fat tacky ring that she was wearing on her middle finger, which was perhaps new, as I hadn’t noticed it the week before. Well, back then, I had just been too smitten and distracted by her teal-blue tights and her awesome orangey mini-skirt.
Protesting or not, at least she pulled her skirt further up, so that I could see her legs almost fully. We were both breathing heavily, when I put my left hand on her right thigh, so that the energy could flow back and forth. I cocked my head to take a good look of her little boat hull under her plain white panties and started to stroke my cock. Mira just watched me for a minute or two, before she reached under her skirt to get half-an-ounce of viscous nectar that her snatch was producing. I watched her looking left and right to check if anyone might see us, eagerly waiting her lubrication.