“You’re welcome Trinh; I have an early flight in the morning, do you mind if I ask you to go home? Sorry, but I need get ready and pack; how about you come around for lunch Saturday – Ping is cooking, and Kim and her friend, Phung, are coming also, ok with you?” “Yes, Mr. Steve, I would like that; will you take some photos too?” I smiled “Yes, I’ll buy extra films for the occasion.”
I pulled my pants up and went to the toilet, returning to find Trinh re-dressed and standing, ready. “Are you ok to find your way, Trinh?” “Oh, no problem, it’s just around the corner really. Thank you, Mr. Steve, that was something special – and lots better than staying at that business gathering!” I laughed and agreed, as she kissed me deeply, turned and hopped on her bike as I opened the gate for her; a parting touch of my groin as she left my house, and she rode off smiling at me. I went inside and made a note to buy films, opened my briefcase to make sure I had everything I needed, spent five minutes packing my overnight bag, showered and sleep, tired and worn out yet again.
Long picked me up at 06.30 and on my flight an hour later, arriving in this northern capital after a two hour flight. A car met me and already most of the morning had gone before I was settled in the office, greeting the office manager, Mr. Ban. His first comments were we had a meeting in thirty minutes with a promising client, and it may be necessary to go a site visit in the afternoon and re-schedule other meetings for tomorrow, which in turn may well see me need to prolong my stay to two nights – and he had already cleared this possibility with the head office before I arrived. So much for telling Ping a white lie about being away two nights – lying always gets one into trouble. Oh well, I had extra clothes, and if this meeting worked out it could be a very good project for this office, and for the company.
I said hello to the staff around the office, most of whom I had never met, as this was a small office, despite being in the capital city, and I had never actually been here before. They knew I could, but were surprised at my conversational ability in Vietnamese, and we smiled and joked they need be careful what they say about me within earshot.
The preparatory meeting with the client went well, and we agreed to head out for a light lunch, then make the drive about an hour away to the physical site, and continue there. The whole afternoon went very well, any of my financial queries were well responded to, and Ban and our other technical staff were able to satisfy the client’s team with ideas and proposals to be further developed and refined in coming weeks. We all happily shook hands and went our various ways to our own offices, Ban - perhaps prematurely, I worried - ecstatic at the prospect of his office winning such a good, long-term project. Back at the office, he announced to the staff we would all go to dinner – courtesy of head office and me! He and I made a conference call to our manager and gave him a report, though I added a cautionary note at this stage, until we had a deal agreed and contract signed, but I was upbeat also, so I threw in that I had invited the office to dinner – Ban gave me a grateful smile, but the manager agreed easily. Afterwards, the car took me to check in to my hotel, and I had a beer while making my own further notes, made some calls, including to Yen. However, I only had a chance to start the conversation and she said she had to run to yoga class; so I said ‘bye while leaving her with the words “I met up with Trinh last night…”, but she again jumped in with the words it seemed always beat mine with the news: “I know, Steve, Trinh already phoned me this morning – and told me everything; I love you, my Steve, ‘bye” and she was gone. I showered, thinking I really didn’t even need to call Yen ever – she knew everything every time.
Ban picked me up in his car and off we went to an outdoor, lakeside restaurant. Though I had been here to the capital many times over the years for work, only once had I been here and had a weekend holiday – when I had brought my then wife and daughter for their first time here. I lived however, and was always more comfortable living in the south, finding the people there more open and friendly than I had generally found here in the north – a very generalized opinion, to be true, and many other expats who lived here were of the opposite opinion when they ventured south. This restaurant, where the rest of the staff were already gathered and arguing over the menu offerings, was not a foreigners, touristy place: it was for locals, and local tourists, and was run by, and served food of, a country-based ethnic minority, complete with local dialect songs which my colleagues couldn’t understand any better than I. The waitresses were in traditional country clothes: long colourful silk blouses over long pants of contrasting colours, and they were all beautiful and all slim; I couldn’t stop looking at them, drawing the attention of some from my own office, who asked if I wanted them to find the single ones who might want a foreigner husband! I raised my beer and made a toast in Vietnamese to the company’s continued good fortune, the office prospects, and to all the beautiful women – in the office grouping first – and everywhere in this wonderful country, finishing with the sigh there were just too many to marry in one lifetime, but perhaps if I was a good Buddhist, I would be allowed to come back and try for some more! Everyone laughed and congratulated me, wishing me success, and we settled down to eating and drinking. One waitress served over my shoulder and complimented me on my language skills, which she had heard, and there really was no need to wait for the next lifetime…. She brushed against my back while leaning to place dishes on the table in front; small breasts obviously without a bra lay against me for a fleeting moment, and I choked while asking her name; “Ha” she said, and I blushed as I said “I was married to a ‘Ha’ before – but not now.” “Oh, so you will have no trouble remembering me, true?” As she walked away, I watched the sway of her hips, and as always, I was caught looking when she turned to face me for a moment. Gosh, I get myself into a lot of trouble I berated myself, turning to my beer for temporary solace and less problems than women.
One of our office girls, the receptionist, slid along the bench seat close to me; she introduced herself as ‘Tinh’. She added ice and beer to my glass and said “I am happy to meet you, Mr. Steve; when you telephone our office, it is me who answers the phone, and I was waiting for you to visit. But I guess now you would like me to ‘connect you’ to Miss Ha, the waitress – is that correct?” “Hello Tinh, nice to meet ‘the voice on the phone’; no, no, not correct; it’s just she – Ha - was, ah, friendly, so I always try to be friendly in return. That’s all; I am here with you - and the other office people; it’s just nice to be friendly, right?” “Yes, Mr. Steve, and being ‘friendly’ is better in the family, isn’t that right? Liem told me that.” “Liem? You are not a cousin of Liem’s surely?” “No, not a cousin; I’m her younger sister! I moved here to study at University, and just coincidence we both work for the same company, although she did give me a good referral when I applied for the job.” I rolled my eyes; Tinh said “Liem told me you would do that; it’s very cute!”
She paused, took a sip of her glass of beer, “Liem only asked me to ‘take care of you’ when you come visit our office one day – and now: you are here! Welcome, Mr. Steve” and she clinked glasses, smiling, and as I drank I looked at her more closely: she was, of course, younger than Liem, maybe 22-23, and petite; short and slim and well, like every young woman I seemed to meet these days, beautiful and – well, sexy, let’s be honest! She was wearing a white blouse, with ruffles covering her cleavage where buttons didn’t, and a navy-blue skirt which was currently riding above her knee as she had crossed her foot under her other leg on the seat, leaning towards me; as indeed was my foot crossed and resting on the seat also, putting my left knee close to her right thigh. I moved away a fraction, but she slid back against me, and I had no further to slide – except off the bench seat entirely. She continued smiling “Liem was a virgin, wasn’t she?” she asked unexpectedly, and with no pre-conversation; I blushed immensely, and had to excuse myself to go to the rest-room; I used the time to cool down, tell my prick to ‘go down’, water thrown on my face - and checked my hair and clothes to make sure I was presentable, before taking a deep breath and returning to the table.
Tinh was still there, but thankfully sitting straight at the table and engaging in the table’s conversation. I had hardly eaten, but now found Tinh picking up pieces of this and that with her chopsticks and putting them in my bowl for me: this is a sign of ‘ownership’ I worried, so I protested I would be fat, and said ‘enough thanks’. She then refilled my glass with ice and beer, swiveling somewhat closer to smile “Well, she was, wasn’t she?” “Tinh; a man should never talk about other women he might – might – know like that! It’s not polite, and not nice.” “So, she was: full stop.” Tinh said “I knew it, but when she told me about this wonderful man she had been with over some visits, she just told me enough to know who it was had been her ‘first man’.” She grinned pointedly at me, raised her glass in a toast, and said “Tonight, I want you to ‘connect’ with me exactly the same. If you need extra encouragement: I made your hotel booking; I know your room, and the housekeeper on duty is my friend: she has a master key. I will be cumming, Mr. Steve; it is what I want, and with you: full stop. Cheers!”
I couldn’t believe Yen could have arranged this rendezvous; Tinh was so forthright, but even then I could only hope she was joking with me; a little drunk perhaps and just flirting with the foreigner manager from head office; in the morning, at work, she might have a headache and be embarrassed if she even remembered, but I was older and mature enough to forgive young people’s foibles. Her hand on my groin under the table immediately dispelled all those thoughts, even as she continued to face the few still left at the table and converse normally; when she squeezed, I knew she hadn’t been a dream of words in my mind. Ban had gone – he didn’t even say ‘goodbye’ as far as I remembered - while I was talking with –mesmerised by – Tinh; and the others began to rise, thank me, and make their way out, leaving the volunteer, who else but Tinh, to check the bill after ordering one more bottle of beer for ‘us’ to share. “Have a nice evening – so far?” she asked. “Yes, Tinh, but maybe you have had a little beer too much, and are not sure what you are doing…that’s ok, no problems tomorrow, but maybe you need go home and sleep, yes?” “She looked at me with steely, clear eyes, before softening them into a smile “I will see you home, Mr. Steve; wouldn’t want you to have any problems on the streets and get a bad impression of how we ‘take care of you’. Well, I wouldn’t want that.”
I paid the bill after Tinh had checked everything, and we had swallowed the remaining beer. Ban must have been drunk, as otherwise he would have sent his driver back for me, so I had no choice –did I want a choice, I asked myself – but hop on pillion behind Tinh on her bike. She drove like everyone else, leaving me no choice but to hold her waist for my own safety; but when I did, she took this as a ‘sign’, and she pushed her tiny body - she really was quite a small woman – back along the seat against me: how many times have I thought how devious women can be? Their little fingers have men caught by a string like a puppet.
At the hotel, Tinh parked after letting me off first at the entrance, and then she must have followed me and reached the door to my room before I had even finished opening the door and removing the key. Inside, she didn’t hesitate: she closed the door and thrust her body against mine against the door, locking her mouth against mine, grinding her pelvis against me, then stepping back and just looked at my swollen groin area; “Wow, I am happy I waited for you, Mr. Steve. Let’s go shower.” And she grabbed my hand and led me into the room, even then beginning to undo her blouse buttons. I stopped her: giving in;
“Tinh, if you want this to be special, then you must allow me to do some things – understand?” and I took over undoing the buttons, while she stood in front of me. I did it slowly, scraping my fingers on her skin down from her neck, gradually along her small mounds as the buttons revealed her bra; I stopped then and reached around behind her, kissing her neck as I did, and found her bra clasps to undo, one by one as I kissed other places, and as the material came loose I went back to her buttons, so her breasts were revealed even as I moved my mouth down and pushed her blouse and bra aside. She wasn’t ready to cede domination, and while moaning and holding me at the right breast I had found for my lips to fasten upon, she dragged me to the bed, and fell backwards.
I managed the rest of her buttons with her hands trying to help me go faster, but when she felt my mouth swallowing her small breast whole, she gave up, and let me do it. I used my hands to slide her blouse away, pushing it to come away from under shoulders, and the same with her bra, so she was naked skirt up for me. I leaned up on my arms to look at her; when she tried to cover herself, I gripped her wrists and leaned down to kiss her, violently, and she almost bit my tongue off responding. “I want to clean my teeth” I said, and I let her go and jumped up against her protests, stripping my shirt off as I entered the bathroom, and removing my pants for a shower, but cleaning my teeth first, standing naked over the basin. Tinh was by then inside the room naked also, right behind me, her head only reaching my shoulder blades as she was so short; she snuggled against my back, reaching her hands down around my waist and finding an almost grown cock to hold and stroke, making noises of surprise as she discovered its length and girth in her tiny hands. I rinsed my mouth and stepped back, turning to face her, then I turned her from staring at my prick, rising and jumping at her, and pushed her into the shower first, handing her the other toothbrush and paste. Then I left her there, changing my mind and wrapping a towel around myself, I went out to find one of the beers I had bought earlier, and decided to sit on the balcony and have a cigarette with it – then clean my teeth all over again. I had to conclude that the past months of so much sex and love-making were a ‘catch-up’ for the several years when my current wife and I hardly ever had any. I was certainly improving my average if I was ever surveyed and asked “How many times per week do you have sex?”
Tinh emerged on to the balcony, demurely wrapped in a towel, so I asked her to be sure she didn’t want to get dressed and go home, and forestalled her answering, by adding I would know her answer after I showered, but she must decide for herself. I finished my beer, and went to the bathroom; finished ten minutes later and walked into the bedroom to find her answer: she was in bed, waiting under the quilt. I walked, naked and flopping, pulled the quilt down and uncovered her body, then gently lay prone atop her, prying her hands again away from covering herself, and kissed her neck and ears and cheeks and finally, her mouth, parting her lips with my tongue and sliding it inside to taste her. She wrapped her arms around me, rubbing her hands up and down my back, long enough to just reach my buttocks and stroke them.
I broke that kiss, and moved back down, my prick sliding and poking and jabbing at her body, and I again swallowed a breast fully into my mouth. “I know they’re too small, aren’t they; Liem’s aren’t big, but bigger than mine.”
I eased my mouth off long enough to say “Beautiful” and engulfed it again in my mouth, my tongue twirling on her nipple until she moaned, and pushed up at me. I switched, slurping across the small cleavage to her right breast, this time just flicking my tongue at her nipple, watching it grow from a small crinkled knob to a stretched erection for my lips to suck on greedily. She spasmed and squealed and her pelvis punched up at my cock – god, I think she just had an orgasm! I moved my hands down along her sides, to her hips, and my mouth followed down her body as I lifted her buttocks in my hands, kneading their smoothness, and I found a sparsely-haired slit for my tongue to explore. It was juicy and slick for my mouth to suck as my tongue lapped up and down and slurped at her nectar to swallow; and it was like nectar, she was incredibly sweet, no tang about Tinh. I used my hands under her to put pressure on her thighs to open wider, and I delved my tongue for her clit; it was small, like the rest of her, but no less erotic as it enticed me to nibble, her body jumping with the shock, and my mouth and chin became soaked in the wetness oozing from her pussy – as indeed her legs and the bed below became wet from my own dripping pre-cum.
Tinh managed to form breathless words “I want to taste you too, Mr. Steve”. I was a little surprised, but then again she was a very forthright young lady, so I raised up for the few moments it took me to swing my body around, raised a leg across to straddle her and presented Tinh with what I guessed might be her first rear view and cock seeking her mouth, dragging across her eyes and cheeks until she captured it in tentative lips and licked on the tip. She slid her hands up between our bodies to hold it and I lowered my mouth down again to her slit, lapping hard from top to bottom, and all the way I could reach around to her tiny arse-hole. She pulled me more into her mouth, moaning vibrations on my dick, as her lower body jumped at another unexpected touch of a special place of her body. She took her hands from holding me mostly outside her mouth, and swallowed a little more into her small mouth. I could feel her trying for it all, but some things are impossible the first time, and she had to be content with most. I buried my head upside down between her thighs so I could lick her cleft and tickle her hole, then pulled back to point my tongue and holding her lips apart with my fingers, I poked inside her to stab her a short way, then allowed my tongue to flatten out as I lapped her inside walls, holding her down even as she bucked her hips up against me and writhed, moaning around my cock. She must have cum as my nostrils became flooded by juice, and I had to pull back to be able to breathe into my mouth. I sat up, inadvertently pushing my prick deeper into her throat, but when I heard and felt her gagging, I rose off and lay up beside her, sliding an arm under her neck and using this to roll her on top of me. Tinh looked at me with sparkling, teary eyes, licking her lips, and with one hand she wiped my lips and nose and face of some of her wetness. I pulled her head down to kiss and share the juice of both of us, tongues licking and swallowing the mixtures.
“Now I want the rest” she said, and as if Liem had suggested it to her for the first time, she sat back on her haunches over my groin, feet at the side of my hips, grabbing my prick and holding it upright as she sat down heavily, screaming but busting straight through her hymen and impaling me to the ends of her tiny, tight cunt. She was a brave girl, but I hoped her bravado didn’t hurt more than she expected. I waited, not moving, for her eyes to open, glazed as they focused, and then a smile began on her mouth, and she pushed herself up with her feet and leg muscles, and did it all again, wincing a little, but repeating her actions until she was completely grinning and shaking her hair about, and shaking in wonder and in her first fuck climax, when she stopped for a few moments, sitting there heavily on my prick, and she seemed to be enjoying the loss of her virginity and the feelings of orgasm this new way. I played with her breasts, fingers pulling on her nipples, and my whole hand covering a breast, as she clamped her walls around my cock, spasming again. I pulled her breasts down to bring her mouth within reach of mine and kissed her face and eyes, tenderly and lightly, and she lay against my chest, while I moved my hands to her hips and buttocks and began gently thrusting up as I pushed her against me; she stretched her feet out, brought her legs together between mine – this was good, as it meant I could help her get used to it all, without being able to thrust too deep and hurt her. I was slow and gentle, a relaxed sort of making love, but it felt right to me, and Tinh was certainly not complaining, just mouthing moans and groans, and sounds I took as pleasurable, against my chest.
(I have read research studies say that love-making can be just as fulfilling if it only lasts a short few minutes; I disagree with those results in general, and while a short, sharp fuck is what both partners want at some times, I believe both men and women enjoy more if the pleasure can be prolonged – not until boring, but if senses remain heightened, enjoyment can be as long as it can be, in my view. So, if we had the energy, and we both were receiving pleasure, I loved making love, and making it some more.)
When Tinh opened her legs out, laying them on top of my own, she was open even more, and I increased the depth a little more, both by pushing in harder and by pushing her pelvis to grind against me, thus irritating her clit in a pleasant way, stimulating juices to flow and feelings to remain intense for her. Tinh kissed my chest, sucked on my tiny nipples, and I rolled her over now, joined but in the missionary position, where I could show her new parts of this adventure she had decided to embark upon. I leaned my upper body back, arms straight, so I could look into her eyes; she was glowing, so I lay lightly back on top of her, kissed down to her mouth and kept my hands under her buttocks, which I now lifted to meet a full, slow, and very deep thrust of a prick buried to the end inside her. She screamed and twisted her head, bit my ear no less, clamped her teeth hard on the lobe, and then bucked her hips, hitting herself even harder inside against my cock, and she came it seemed, she was tensed and almost stiff as she scratched her nails against my buttocks and ground them down, trying to push my whole pelvic region inside her. She drove me beyond the control point, and I eased out and gave her three deep plunges, before a final one of shooting juice and stars together, bursting upon us both, as my cock swelled and emptied and pulsed, drained my energy in a series of flashes and that intense, un-nameable thing which is a climax.
I had to lie down on top of Tinh, I was so tired, and she cuddled me locked in her arms, her tiny body under me but happily so. I thought she needed I take my body weight off her, but she would have none of that; “Stay right there! I want you inside me and on top of me, Mr. Steve, that was so fantastic and I am not ready to give it up.” I relaxed and let my whole 51kgs flatten her breasts down, and my cock to remain inside, but naturally less strong. I fell asleep, with her hand stroking my hair away from my face, as I snuggled into her neck. I woke quickly when Tinh said “Oh dear, did I do that to your ear?” I figured she had, but since I could hardly see my own ear, I went back to a sleepy land where bites on ears didn’t seem to matter.
Later, I did roll to the side, slipping out of a reluctant pussy, and pulled Tinh to my side; she draped one leg across my hip, knee in my groin and rubbed my prick, wanting it to wake up. I smiled, unknown to Tinh, and flicked at her leg as if it was an irritating fly. She squeaked, and I allowed my eyes to open, looking at her face. I leaned to kiss her, and said “You really should go home, Miss Tinh; we have to work tomorrow.” “Really, do I have to, Mr. Steve? I wanted to sleep with you.” “Yes, you have to, Tinh; tomorrow is really important for the office and the company, and if you slept here, I am sure we would not have much sleep, would we?” I reached and cuddled her breast, and she giggled “Ok, can I shower first, and will you wash my back please?” “Absolutely not! I don’t trust you, Miss Tinh. Out you go.”
“See you in the office, sir, and sleep well, remembering this…” and at the door on her way a few minutes later, she stretched on her toes to burrow her tongue into my mouth, slurp around and grope for my tongue, a good-night kiss I was bound to remember as I shepherded her out, closed the door and headed back to sleep.
Breakfasted at the hotel, feeling decidedly refreshed and ready for the day when the driver arrived. The morning schedule had a series of meetings, some better – more positive, more interesting even – than others; a sandwich at my desk for lunch, then a further series of meetings, most importantly a late afternoon one with the client of yesterday. As the time clicked on, beyond my flight check-in Tinh excused herself into the meeting, whispered she had changed my flight, but it had to be tomorrow morning, extended my hotel for the extra night, and also informed H.O. on my behalf, and in an even quieter whisper advised she was free this evening, and this night. I thanked her ‘for everything’ and she swayed in my sight out the door. The meeting progressed, my mind on it, not Tinh, and we eventually finished with agreeable smiles all around the table. It was good; we now had a signed pre-contractual agreement, an up-front advance for design works, and crucially an exclusivity clause, giving us binding rights to the further phases of the project. Couldn’t be better, and our new clients/partners advised they wanted to take us to dinner to celebrate - their treat of course.
We took our leave, agreeing to meet later – coincidentally their manager wanted to try the restaurant we had been at last night: a good omen perhaps. Ban waited until they departed, then announced to the staff, all of whom had remained after normal closing time, we had a new client and work for some time, with a large probability of much more. Everyone clapped in mutual congratulations, then Ban asked if I would like to go to my hotel first, and he would pick me up for dinner; I agreed, wanting to re-unpack and settle again in the room, and shower. I found Tinh looking at me, shrugged my shoulders a little, and as I brushed by her, I said “I will be here more often now, with this new work; see you next time – if you would like…but not tonight” She pouted but nodded, understanding the business came first for all of us. “Liem sends her love; as do I” was all she said.
We walked into the restaurant, and Miss Ha immediately spotted me and came to escort us to our table, where the other group was already settled. Beer and whisky flowed, dish after dish arrived – all this for only eight men - most of whom picked at food but drank copiously. Ha served our table, paying special attention to me, or so it seemed, dropping morsels of each dish into my bowl, and never failing to brush my body somewhere with some part of her body, smiling all the while; she was not only a stirring sight, but was also stirring me, as the evening wore on. A need for the toilet excused me from the table, where the clients had been suitably impressed with my conversational ability, and as I looked around, Ha came to me, enquiring if I was looking for the rest-rooms? She placed a hand on my arm and guided me past the kitchen, down a corridor, around one corner and another – I would have got lost if on my own – and finally steered me in with hands on my arms and back and even buttocks. I emptied my bladder, difficult with an erect cock after Ha’s touching hands on me, and emerged to find her still waiting. “Can you wait for me a moment, while I go also – can you come just down here?” I agreed, as a gentleman would, and followed her lithe, swaying figure further down the corridor. She stopped and opened a door – no sign of ‘toilet’ I vaguely noticed – and said I could wait inside. Once inside, with only a weak bulb lighting the surroundings, she closed the door behind me, turned me around and jammed my body against hers against the door, and locked her mouth to mine. Just like that, all in a blink of an eye! I was certainly not drunk, but was feeling a little befuddled, but she just took charge without a further word; she unbuckled and unzipped me, letting my pants fall as she pushed my underpants out of the way and groped for the erection I could have not stopped from presenting itself. She only said “Oh, yes, this is mine!” and she held my cock with one hand, while unzipping her pants at the side zip and letting them fall down her legs. Without letting go of my prick, she turned to face the door, panties not even there, pulled me down then opened her legs and lined me straight up underneath and drove herself down and me up inside her cunt. She fucked me like a rutting doe to my stag cock, forcing her lower body height up on tip-toes then slamming herself down on my length; she squealed and panted and kept going until she came, when she grabbed one of my hands and held it over her mouth while she screamed, and I then used my other hand to grasp her abdomen from the front and force her back and hard against my pelvis, while she screamed again and shuddered against me, and I emptied myself inside her, straining to thrust upwards even higher, almost lifting her off her toes at the deepest point of impalement. When my last throbs ended, I removed myself, breathless, and she slipped her pants up, zippered herself and then did the same for me – but with underpants also. She leaned up to kiss me, smoothed the sweat from my brow, and then she spoke “I wanted you since last night; thank you for ‘cumming’ back, Mr. Steve. Now I do need go to the rest-room – can you find your own way back?” In something of a daze, I nodded; she kissed me lightly, opened the door and gave me a gentle shove in the right direction. I stopped at the men’s room and adjusted myself, washed my face and fluffed my hair, then wandered around corners, along corridors until I eventually reached my table. Only Ban was still there; I said I had got lost, and he laughed in a pretty drunken state, managing to say the others had all departed together for the ‘next stop’. I knew what this meant: a karaoke, cuddle bar, and thankfully Ban said he wanted to go home, what about me? “Hotel please” but first I looked around until I spotted Ha, and motioned her over, handing her a large tip and ‘my thanks’; she beamed at me “It was my pleasure, Mr. Steve.” I headed out, and Ban’s car dropped me off, with Ban expressing effusive thanks for my trip and my help with the clients. I got my key, wishing everyone a ‘good evening’ and lethargically caught the lift, walked the few steps to my room and opened the door. “Hi, Mr. Steve, my friend let me in back, hope you don’t mind - I wanted to check your ear, and say sorry!” said Tinh, naked in bed, the quilt down to her waist showing her breasts perched above. I rolled my eyes and groaned, locking the door behind me. “Are you sure your friend won’t get in trouble? And I am tired, Tinh;” “That’s ok, you can sleep late in the morning, you only need check out at 10.00 to make your flight. I also sent your dirty clothes for washing; they’ll be ready when you wake up. “She beamed at me, a puppy waiting for someone to say ‘good girl’ and play with her. “Tinh, you didn’t have to do that, I had a set to get home, and then my housekeeper would do the washing, but thank you.” “Oh, but I wanted to, Mr. Steve; I’ve never had a man to take care of before, I wanted to do it for you.”
“Tinh, you mustn’t get too involved with me; yes, I was your first man, and it was very special for both of us, but you will find a man to care for, when the time is right for you.” I spoke gently, but I had to stop her getting hurt, and being with me couldn’t be a long-term involvement for her: she needed a younger, available man; I wasn’t either. “I’m going to sit on the balcony and have a beer and cigarette for five minutes, ok Tinh.”
She ignored my earlier words, bounded naked out of bed to run to me, threw her arms around my chest and kissed me; “You are such a nice man, Mr. Steve, but don’t worry, you go and sit, I’ll bring you a beer.” She did, but I’m glad she also grabbed a sarong to throw on as she came out to sit with me. “Where did you go for dinner?” I smiled “Coincidentally, same as last night; the client wanted to try it.” “Oh, was Miss Ha there?” “Yes, she took care of our table.” I couldn’t look directly at her, and she said “Did she also take care of you well?” “Not as good as you did, Tinh, last night.”
Tinh smiled, and asked no more, for which I was grateful; I do not like lying, nor hurting people with the truth. I turned to concentrate on my beer, lit a cigarette and watched the night sky for a few moments. Tinh remained quiet - a wonderful trait in any person if another seems to be enjoying some peaceful silence. When I finished, she took the empty can from my hand and went inside; I followed, but headed for the bathroom, where I stripped and cleaned my teeth before showering; all the while, Tinh stood in the doorway, as if studying my skinny body for future memories or reference. With a cock ready to grow, I faced her, blushing, and said “Tinh, you are embarrassing me – go and watch TV or something until I finish, please.” Smiling, looking at my groin, she took her sarong off, and made sure I was still looking as she made her slow way out, but not seeing my prick bob up at down at the naked sight of her back and bum and legs. I heard the TV turn on, and returned to washing my hair, not minding it would be wet going to bed, feeling refreshed. It was still only 9pm, and Tinh was absorbed quickly into her local series, so I lay back on the pillow, but Tinh, who was propped up half-sitting, put her arm under my head and pulled me to her breast, and soothingly rubbed my forehead with her other hand. I curled a hand across her body, lightly holding her and pressing against her exposed tit on the other side, and I just relaxed, eyes closed, slept.
It was still dark when I woke, needing the toilet; Tinh was curled against me, so I eased her away and quietly sneaked to the bathroom, not needing the light, but closing the door against the flush noise. Washing my hands, I was almost completely awake, so I stepped out to the balcony to feel the night breeze and look at the stars. A few minutes later I returned to bed, sliding in beside Tinh, who rolled to her side and pressed her bottom against me, against my groin of course, and in sleep or not, she reached for my arm and dragged it across to cup her breast. My other hand cleared a path through her long hair so I could plant my lips on the back of her neck, getting a shiver in response; I pushed my face through her hair around to nibble – but not bite – her earlobe, sticking my tongue inside and slurping, then kissing her neck and back behind to her back, nipping the no-fat skin in my teeth gently. Of course, the result was a fat prick pushing at her buttocks and lying along her legs if I moved it straight down. I released her breast and slid my hand down her abdomen, down through the light hairs on her slit, and curled a finger to open her lips and seek the juice within. She moaned as I passed over her clit, pressing it momentarily, but wanting wetness and it took only two slight nudges of my finger for her to flower open and allow me easy, juicy access. I slid in and out, up and down her slit, fingers to her clit, then back inside as she widened and allowed a second finger to probe her channel, making them into a ‘v’ inside her to push against opposite walls, then joining them together to push further in and twiddle the ends like a fish flicking its tail in the water. She pushed against me, my cock incessantly leaking and jumping at her, and I removed my fingers and held her open as I manoeuvred my prick between her thighs and let it find its way with a little pushing, into the tunnel where it felt at home. Tinh sighed, happy at this latest move, and she pushed against me until I was deep, then slid herself away and pushed again, but couldn’t get me buried at this angle. I rolled her on to her stomach, and lifted her legs up to prop on her knees, and I lunged in all the way; “Oh, god, yes, yes!” she screamed with her face buried against the pillow, and I pulled myself back to her opening and just let 2-3cms glide along inside her walls. She pushed her buttocks back, but I also eased back, and then when she whimpered in frustration, I plunged to the depths, hitting her womb like a mushy wall, and I stayed there.
Then I pulled out and did some small strokes again, counting to nine before I gave her the length fully again, and following that with two more full depth thrusts. It had my desired effect on Tinh: she was panting and blowing and didn’t know whether to scream or moan, nor know what I was going to do next. It was domination on my part, but not of an evil kind; it was the prolonging of the heightened senses I wanted, and tried to dominate the expectations of Tinh, as I now eased out for only three small jabs with the end of my prick, before burying myself yet again. She squealed, and she writhed and she orgasmed against me, her vaginal walls clamping at me, trying to suck the little fishes I no longer had up into her womb and swim frantically to find their eggs. This thought occurred to me, and I let go, pumping in and out even as I jetted spurts of sperm-less semen right along her tunnel, then held myself right inside, right there at the entrance of her womb, emptying the remainder there in spurts and dribbles. As she had last night, Tinh stiffened her whole body and was fully tensed as she felt herself from head to toe through her climax of feelings. It was a wonderful sign of pleasure from her, and I cuddled her whole chest, crushing her breasts.
When I began shrinking, I pulled out slowly, and let Tinh sink to the bed, unable to even roll over. I too collapsed, on her back and kissed her all over, threading my arms under her body to hold both breasts again, rolling her then to her side, back to where we started but this time with a shrunken dick not seeking entry to this woman in my arms. We fell asleep like this.
I woke to an empty bed, but I could hear the shower running, so I knew Tinh was still here, and I dozed off until I felt a slight weight beside me and opened my eyes, and before she could say anything, I crushed my mouth around a breast dangling too close to my mouth to ignore. She squealed and pushed herself into my mouth, for just a moment, before pulling away and laughing, “Some of us have to go to work, Mr. Steve.” She turned away, un-self-consciously dressing in front of me, silk thong panties and a low-cut bra exciting me to the point I threw the quilt off to show her a point I was growing, and made to get out of bed and come for her. She shrieked and ran, and now I laughed and covered myself and lay back, content to watch her finish putting on her skirt and blouse for work. She gave a final brush to her hair, no make-up I noticed, and picked up her large handbag, crossing to lean down to me; “See you next time, sir. I loved what we did together, and thank you, thank you so much for being the first man in my life, and in me. I know how my sister feels now, thanks to you, Mr. Steve. You will always be my first love.” She kissed me quickly, but urgently, turned and headed straight out the door.
I had no need to rush, as I was not going to the office before the car took me to catch my flight, so I ordered a room service breakfast, took a shower and answered the door bell wrapped in my towel; it was the housekeeper with my washed and pressed clothes. She had them all beautifully folded, ready to slip straight into my bag, had me sign the receipt, then paused to smile at me “Tinh looked very happy when I let her out the back door, sir; she’s my daughter, did you know, and I trusted Liem’s advice and allowed her to come here. I think I should say ‘thank you, sir’. Have a nice flight, and we hope to welcome you back again – soon.” She quietly closed the door behind her, leaving my mind again reeling at the circle, the network of those all over the country all so connected to me. Breakfast arrived to take my mind off those thoughts, and I ate on the balcony, wondering what comes next?
I phoned the office, and naturally Tinh answered; “You didn’t tell me your friend is your mother, Tinh; but I guess it would have unnerved me if you had. She seemed to like me, and said you looked happy, so I hope so. Now: is the car ready and no problems anywhere?” “Everything is as planned, Mr. Steve, don’t worry. As for the other, yes, I am very happy, but I’ll miss you tonight” she whispered in closing. I finished packing, drank another coffee and phoned down for Reception to prepare my bill. When they came to the door for my bag, advising the driver was downstairs, I made a final check and left. Paid the bill, thanked the staff present, including Tinh’s mother, and left for the airport.