Surreptitious Love Ch. 115 by BenGarland,BenGarland

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Aah, getting my cock out was such a relief, as it had been knocking against the metal zipper of my corduroy pants. Frankly, it was actually kinda hot to be standing here, knowing that Mira and Hanh were engaged in some rousing, tender love-play less than eight feet away. I kept stroking my dick and wished that I could open the door just a bit and watch them. But I knew it creaked as hell, just like every other part of the house, and Hanh’s hearing was excellent, of course, as a blind girl. They would have stopped whatever they were doing; so, no, touching the door wasn’t an option.

Once in a while, the moaning inside the room cheerfully cascaded upward, and they also giggled. It sure was good to know that they were having a good time. I noticed the light between the door and the frame, and leaned forward to carefully put my ear against the door. I tried to imagine what the two of them were exactly doing: Where they on the mattress on the floor? Was Hanh on top of Mira, with her pussy and ass right in our hot Filipina’s face? Or was Mira lying on the massage table and Hanh fondling her snatch? Well, in that case, it would be difficult for Mira to caress our young blind friend properly… Hanh had sometimes oiled her firm little breasts and then rubbed my whole body with them; perhaps that’s what they were doing right now, behind the old, closed wooden door here.

No, I couldn’t open it, but my cock was only half-stiff, so I could still hold out for a while. Of course, I didn’t want to come here, outside in the hall, and splash against the door, but I definitely didn’t want to disturb them. Would Mira be difficult again and make a scene once I went in? Resist to continue her racket? Would I then just take her, partially since Hanh was ovulating today? Well, Mira didn’t know that, and she probably didn’t want to watch me bang our young blind buddy. Anyway, I now also got my balls out through the opening in my pants and weighed them in my hand. What a sight that must have been: Ben Garland, PhD, 52 years old, distinguished member of the community… standing here in the dark hall, upstairs outside 20-year-old Hanh’s massage room, jerking off. Well, at least, I was safe from detection.

Now, it had gotten quieter inside. Perhaps I could go in? But they were probably cuddling, holding each other tenderly with their eyes closed. What a beautiful image that was. It warmed the cockles of my heart, and, no, I would not destroy that oceanic feeling of bliss–no matter what. But then, I couldn’t stand here forever, especially not with my cock out. And didn’t Mira want to fuck properly once today?! Or Hanh could blow me, but that might upset our Filipina. I cusped my balls again, asking myself how much the average ball sack actually weighed. I leaned forward again to find out if they were still rubbing or kissing each other–but then the door opened slowly.

Hanh was pausing to ask Mira something, and as she didn’t know that I was standing there, I cleared my throat. But when Hanh extended her hand to check where exactly I was, she accidentally touched my stiff cock and giggled. Well, she was pretty seasoned in sensual matters and no stranger to touching people. She gleefully stroked my dick a bit, and I could see, as she was much shorter than me, that the curtains were half drawn and that Mira was lolling on the mattress on the floor, stark naked. She had her eyes covered with one forearm and looked knackered.

Hanh had probably wanted to go downstairs to fetch something to drink, as I had heard her say ‘Coca?’ with a rising intonation. The beverage seemed to be forgotten, now that I had appeared and Hanh, holding onto my cock, pulled me into the room. I didn’t think Mira had positioned herself so perfectly in anticipation of my arrival, but the way she was presenting herself was one of the hottest sights ever. She didn’t spread her legs deliberately nor close them but was just sprawling naturally. I noticed again how surprisingly dark her outer labia were and, against the light coming from the window, I noticed smeared traces of liquid on the mattress, before I also spotted an orange, smudged dildo.

Now, Mira, propped her torso onto her forearms, looking like she was lying on the beach. She still managed to walk the fine line between obscenely opening her legs and closing them altogether. No, she looked super comfortable in her skin. Her legs were absolutely tantalizing, and even her small, flat boobs were super-hot. She was still panting–or again?–and looked around, a bit like she had just woken up or regained consciousness. She seemed to have noticed her and Hanh’s juices on the mattress, of which there must still have been some between her legs. Hanh, still standing next to me, asked if I was healthy, which was the Vietnamese equivalent of How are you?

Holding and touching Hanh felt good, naturally. She was petite, shorter than Mira, but somehow rounder, too–a bit like Thuy, Nguyet’s colleague. As Hanh was blind, her eyes sometimes kinda retreating back into her head, when she looked upwards. Curiously, she was still holding my cock and stroking it languidly, so that I felt compelled to let my hands travel over her belly, bosom, back, and butt. She was wearing a pink polo shirt and a short skirt, but I couldn’t detect a bra. She may even have been panty-less, too, the way the scene looked here. Holding onto cute Hanh, I still couldn’t take my eyes off Mira’s pussy, which was definitely the center of the room. That one lip was still so swollen that it stuck out two-thirds of an inch from in between her pair of darker outer lips, which reminded me of a coffee been.

When Mira reached across her face under her hair near her left cheek with her right hand and whipped it all back, I lost it. I was still kind of waiting for her to start some sort of pity ploy or find an excuse to resist–I imagined her getting up and dressing, for instance–but no, it didn’t look like it. She seemed super content, perhaps as the hour with Hanh had gone so well. I grew increasingly sure that she wouldn’t pull another charade. Once per day was perhaps enough. Anyway, I disconnected from Hanh, after I had kissed her hair, and undressed unceremoniously. Mira was watching me, still with her legs nonchalantly half-open, like she didn’t care either way, until she crossed them right the moment I kneeled down on the mattress. Oh, please!

Well, I simply grabbed her ankles and opened her again. On my knees, I shuffled closer towards her lap; partially to prevent Mira from closing her knees again and partly as I was fascinated by her long, erect clit. Or everything, actually: her heaving belly and her ribcage looked absolute beguiling, too, just like her flat breasts. Hanh had apparently sensed what was about to happen and left, perhaps to get the Pepsi or whatever. I was kneeling six inches away from Mira’s snatch, for which I reached like I had just received a new puppy or kitten, while my cock had reached its potential in the meantime. Greasy as her snatch still was, I fingered her a bit, flicking and twiddling her small-penis-like clit up and gently caressing the whole area, which caused her pelvis to swing. Out of her pussy came more and more translucent, thick, oily juice, with which I greased the whole area, before I pushed my middle finger inside her. Without any protest, Mira closed her eyes and let me spoil her.

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