Nhu was wearing a pair of older, tailored shorts that were a bit too big for her – as they were perhaps Hanh’s – and an older white T-shirt, while Hanh was sporting the burgundy polo that went with her dark-blue miniskirt as her official massage outfit. She wasn’t wearing a bra, as her friend was blind, anyway, and she was at home here. Our two blind girls now went over to the massage table with Ly, who explained to Nhu the steps to prepare properly and what she would need.
Since Nguyet had been here several times, she just put her bag on the floor and then began nonchalantly to unbutton her blouse. The way she was smiling at me, she looked decidedly in the mood for sex, which I wasn’t sure we could enjoy, though: yes, Hanh and Nhu were blind, but could we just do it in their presence or wouldn’t that be improper?! But then, Hanh was deeply into such shenanigans, while Nhu would perhaps be curious to ‘witness’ fornication once. And then join us?!
Similar to when Ly had lent the two young women her enticing body to practice a while back and I had fucked her on the massage table, or which the girls had retreated into Hanh’s bedroom. Would Ly stay today to keep an eye on everything or assist in the instructional hour? But then, she knew that Nguyet and I had known Hanh for two years and that we had had sex together about a dozen times. But Ly – as inexperienced as she was in sensual matters – probably had no idea how wild things sometimes got with Nguyet and me, as well-groomed and professional Nguyet always looked.
Although Ly was still around, Nguyet and I kept undressing, showing Ly how familiar and intimate we were with each other, subtly sending her the message that we wanted her to bugger off. And yes, after Ly had politely asked if we needed anything, she retreated, walking past Nguyet as she was taking her skirt off, which she then folded neatly. I marveled at her dense, large bush under her vanilla panties, and Hanh asked me to wash Nguyet, so that Hanh didn’t have to undress, as she was menstruating.
So, we stepped into the shower for a quick rinse, where Nguyet insinuated that I perhaps should bang Hanh, as I liked period sex. Actually, she did, too; over the years, we had done that perhaps four or five times. I wondered if Nguyet knew that Hanh and I also had reveled in her guava jam twice already; once actually planned, as Mira wanted to be there and rub her large clit in Hanh’s unctuous, velvety snatch.
A minute earlier, Nguyet had looked absolutely ravishing when she had reached behind her back to snap her bra open, which was my second-favorite gesture in the world. Under the shower, she played with and washed my noodle, before she pushed my foreskin back to circle the groove at the bottom of my glans with her soaped fingertips. After I had let go and pissed, Nguyet placed my hand between her legs, where I then felt a warm gush of fine urine as well. We grinned at each other, before we rinsed ourselves and turned the water off.
While Nguyet had been peeing, I had gotten her clit out from under the awning, and as she was drying herself now, I could see her lust stud peek through her dense bush, which turned me on so much that I wanted to fuck her right away. Nguyet had long, pitch-black pubic hair – and quite a lot of it – which was amazing on such a petite and slender woman with light skin. To distract myself, I looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath, since I wanted to see how the dynamic would unfold between the four of us. And yes, Nhu was quite something, too.
But when Nguyet was positioning herself on the massage table, her impressive midsection caught my eye again, of course. In my mind’s eye, I saw her pussy under her dress or skirt at various coffee shops, as she had discovered early in our affair that she was an exhibitionist. Under a simple skirt or dress, her somewhat coarse cunt looked like a market woman’s, and it never failed to arouse me. Her vaginal vestibule was also larger and darker than one would expect and provided a wonderfully stark contrast to her cultivated personality.
Her outer labia were smaller than Ly’s, for instance, but those two nether lips still formed a fine boat hull, which never failed to make an impression me when I saw it in her panties. Not to mention the savory aroma. Anyway, Nguyet had often felt embarrassed when she had to change in front of others, as her pubic hair peeked out from her panties quite a bit. As rousing as I found it, she had been the subject of ridicule quite a bit back at school and university, which was probably one reason why she had been so reluctant to undress in front of a man. Luckily, she now knew that most guys appreciated her factory-worker snatch and bush. Did Hanh find her pussy as striking as Charlie, Vu, Hoang, Hiroshi, and I?
Did Hanh actually recall every pussy’s peculiarities? Did she remember and compare them? And how good was her memory of the things she had actually seen up to the age of 13, until she had slowly turned blind? Did Hanh ‘see’ Nguyet’s pussy in her mind’s eye when she was massaging her? Well, at some point, I would ask her, and if Hanh didn’t have memories of Nguyet’s treasure, she could create new ones today and then compare Nguyet’s impressive twat to her own cute little entrance, which wasn’t even half as hairy and didn’t form a boat hull at all. Hanh’s nether lips worked so well together that there was just an even surface between her legs, which hid her treasure completely, unless she was aroused.
As we were now getting ready, I marveled again at that awesome dividing line between the front and back muscles on Nguyet’s thighs, which Nhu – as athletic as she was – also had. Apparently, Nhu wanted to take the opportunity of having a new, unfamiliar female body right in front of her to train a bit more for a general body massage, first, before her nimble hands would end up between Nguyet’s legs. Looking at Nguyet’s dense bush once more, I noticed that her clit had retreated back under the wool and its awning.
The two blind girls asked Nguyet to provide feedback on how well Nhu was treating her body, and when Hanh walked past me, she touched my half-erect noodle with her elbow – that’s how tiny she was. The ladies giggled; apparently, she had cracked a good, charming joke. Nguyet smiled at me without translating, but then the girls began to massage Nguyet’s shoulders. Peaceful, soothing bliss was spreading around the room, and I asked my muse if she wanted me to treat her as well:
“Sure, anything you like… but perhaps not my pussy yet… you know what that would lead to…” she smiled impishly. “Perhaps my feet?!”
As I was taking some massage oil from the squeaking plastic bottle, I watched Nhu take off her black shorts, before she placed them on the long board along the wall; perhaps, she didn’t want to soil them with the oil. The sweet, enticing young woman was wearing darker panties than the last time I had been here; the color of which reminded me of Nguyet’s vaginal vestibule. Hanh had apparently detected what Nhu had just done and took off her skirt as well. I instantly noticed the Kotex pad in her panties, which turned me on as much as Nguyet’s bush. And Nhu’s dividing line along her thighs.