Surreptitious Love Ch. 170

Chapter 170 - Hanh's Aunt Ly opens up again</p>
"Massa?" was what Hanh's aunt Ly had said me last Thursday, when her niece had been indisposed to join Quynh and me for a trip to the hot springs, where we would have frolicked outside naked in an Onsen-like private bath.
Ly and Hanh both worked as masseuses at Hanh's mother's house, and I had met the younger one more than two years ago. Hanh suffered from Neuromyelitis optica, a nerve condition, which had not only taken her eye-sight at 13 but was also causing her other health issues from time to time. Nonetheless, she was rather outgoing, super sweet, and adventurous and had no difficulty bridging her sensual, tactile profession and more outright sexual endeavors.
Her aunt Ly was more conservative, though: She had been married once, about 15 years back, but her husband had died from a condition indirectly related to the war here in Vietnam. When her petite blind niece was upstairs, ill and resting, Ly understood my predicament, while we were standing outside her house on the sidewalk. Perhaps I had looked sullen for a moment, but then Ly had uttered the fateful word 'massa', from where - as one can imagine - we began a sensual journey that eventually led to proper copulation; partially, as Ly's older sister, Hanh's mother, had been out of town.
Our trip to the thermal springs had only been suspended and not cancelled, but Quynh had to go on another of her frequent business trips this week again, while Ly was keen to repeat our sensual trysts, anyway, as inexperienced as she was. Ly had only had one more relationship with a man since her husband's untimely death and no children, and so she found the prospect of getting banged again so alluring that she urged me to swing by again on Tuesday this week, as her sister would return the following day. Ly would drive Hanh to her martial arts class, which would give us about an hour-and-a-half for two possible rounds of salacious, saucy intimacy.
Yes, Ly seemed truly sexually starved, as the only other guy she had sex with during the last 15 years had turned out to be a flop. But, at least, as she had mentioned in a message to me on Sunday while I was teaching, she had started to masturbate again, which made my day. Ly wasn't particularly attractive at first glance; her face was simple: oval and flat, while sometimes her lower teeth protruded a bit, which made her look like a fish. However, Ly's curiously unfeminine yet also womanly body radiated warmth and energy, while she had only small breasts. But a nice bush and fairly substantial labia.
Yes, her hips were nicely curved, while the most attractive part of her was her smooth, slightly yellowish skin. Her hands were agile and dexterous, of course, while all her movements radiated vigor, without ever giving the impression that she was stressed. She was a strong, energetic woman who - once she signaled that she was in heat - was a lot of fun to bang, as hungry and thirsty for sex as she was: last Thursday during the massage, she had snapped her bra open under her T-shirt to let me fondle her tits, while she was stroking my cock. After the lunch-intermission, we had gone back to her massage room, where her juices began to seethe, though, so that she had pulled me into her bedroom across the hall with urgency for a proper missionary fuck.
Her indisposed niece Hanh had been upstairs for almost the whole time, and she had probably heard us, as keen as her sense of hearing was. But even if she had slept through everything, knowing that I had been downstairs with her aunt for more than two hours, Hanh could certainly put two and two together as to what had transpired. Anyway, Ly wrote me on Tuesday morning that she had arranged that the mother of another blind girl would drive the two young women to a coffee shop after the judo class, so that Ly and I were now looking forward to more than two hours of unmitigated bliss.
Ly had also told me that we would eat lunch in between the two sessions and that I should wait across the street for her to return from the sports center, after dropping her niece off. And so, I found myself a shaded spot for a cigarette, keeping an eye on the entrance door of Ly and Hanh's house. Ly's dark-green Honda Vision was already parked outside, and there they were: Hanh looked sweet in her judo outfit but, of course, she didn't know that I was waiting across the street to later bang her aunt, who so desperately needed it. When Ly had spotted me, she smiled and waved excitedly, but then the two of them took off.
The new sports center wasn't far away, about half-a-mile, and so Ly would be back in eight minutes. I lit another ciggy, as I didn't want to smoke too much inside their house but wondered if we couldn't have a massage or even sex the three of us one day. In the end, Hanh was vastly more attractive, at 21, than her aunt, who was almost twice that age. Hanh was, ironically, also the more experienced of the two ladies, since she had started having sex at her School for the Blind, as she Beşevler Escort had told my most beautiful playmate Anna once.
As Hanh was blind, she naturally used her sense of touch to explore the world, which - as I've already said - often led to full-blown intercourse if she liked the person: girl or guy. I had a lot of credit in Hanh's family's book, as it had been my glorious idea that Hanh could offer pussy massages at their parlor. The idea behind it was that women might be much more open to such rousing treatment since Hanh couldn't actually see their treasures. And, sure enough, the project had become a veritable success among the haute monde of our nondescript town here in Central Vietnam.
Ly was wearing an orange leisure suit today, which was basically a T-shirt and a matching pair of cotton shorts. Of course, it was hot, as always in early May. When Ly would be back, we would perhaps take a shower together and then instantly get the balls rolling. I also wondered if Ly would try to find a second husband now, with her freshly acquired self-esteem as a woman; partially, as she wasn't really too old to conceive a child. I didn't know if she wanted that, though. But here she was again: waving excitedly at me to quickly cross the street and drive straight into the house, up the little ramp, so that she could lock the screeching metal door behind us.
In passing, I had noticed the Ly had put a sign out that her massage parlor was closed, which she would probably flip over or remove, once Hanh was back and I'd be gone. Ly smiled at me but then quickly disappeared into her bedroom, after she had sent me to the kitchen, where I sat down on the same chair as always. I could hear her scoot briefly across the hall into her massage room; perhaps she needed to pee or make some final arrangements. A shower we could take together, though, I thought to myself. Just as the peeing.
Ly wasn't gone for long, and when she arrived here in the kitchen, she immediately put a jug with cold tea and two glasses in front of me, as well as the ashtray. I was tempted to smoke but refrained, as I just had enjoyed two ciggies and would kiss her soon, I assumed. Ly wasn't the kind of woman who would doll herself up; I couldn't imagine her putting on make-up, either, even though she looked like she was wearing lipstick today to celebrate the occasion. She looked a bit bashful, however; perhaps as she had never invited a man for an unabashed and unmitigated sex session.
But now, she was curious what we would do first:
"Shall I massage you, maybe, for a change?" I offered, since I didn't want us to repeat all the steps from last time.
Of course, I was also incredibly keen to explore her strapping, energetic body further, since I had ended up on top of her almost too quickly the last time I had been here, last Thursday. I hadn't really seen - not to mention: licked - her pussy. Nor her anus.
"Or, we'll take a bath together?" I inquired next, as there was a triangular bathtub in her massage room.
Ly re-did her ponytail, first, but then said that 'the water doesn't go down'. So, that was no option, apparently. Since she had been sitting across from me, she got up and walked around the table, after she had grabbed a large, round tin. Before she opened it, we kissed, though, but then she fed me a chocolate cookie. Of course, I reciprocated, before we smooched some more. I massaged her bosom through the fabric of her T-shirt and discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra. And so, I twiddled her nipples through the material, while she was smiling at me. Before I would lift her shirt, though, we kissed a bit more and had some tea. And another few cookies, of course.
Apparently, she liked that I had noticed so quickly the lack of a harness around her chest, and I couldn't help smiling when I saw her chuffed face. Yeah, of course, it was a small gesture, but I couldn't imagine that she had ever invited a man so directly for sex, but the first thing she had done was to take off her bra in her bedroom. Nice! I thought to myself, as it was such an innocent yet rousing gesture. Now, she nodded, which could only mean that she wanted me to lift up her shirt to admire, fondle, and kiss her boobs, which had been hidden from the world for so long.
And, oh yes, small they were but fine: her burgundy-red nipples were of medium size, but her flesh was firm and tender at the same time. I leaned forward to kiss her little erect red studs and then flickered my tongue over them with my eyes closed. Her skin smelled lovely, too, like she had just taken a shower half-an-hour earlier, and I could hear a first round of aroused moans. I noticed that my cock was starting to pump itself up in my underpants and wondered, after she had sighed blissfully again, if we shouldn't just begin our love-making, without a massage or shower, as that would prolong the time in between, which I needed to recover.
Did she actually want to massage me again? It wasn't hard for me to gauge how far she would be willing Escort Beşevler to go today but how adventurous she actually was. But then, we had done the massage five days earlier, and even though she wasn't the most audacious woman I had ever met, she was probably open to something new.
"Hey, let's just go to your room!" I suggested, while I let my hands travel on her legs.
I wasn't sure if she was wearing panties, but her whole body responded with further signs of arousal. Her chest was heaving considerably, while her butt was excitedly sliding back and forth on the chair. And sideways, too. Although I couldn't feel it, I was sure that her snatch was already producing gooey nectar, and grew fonder and fonder of her puffy nether lips. She fed me another cookie, before she closed her eyes again, so that I could shower her face once more with kisses.
Eventually, she took my hand and pushed it down inside her loose cotton pants. Her flesh was cool and warm, at the same time, and on my fingertips, I could feel the little island of pubic hair above the waistband of her panties. She had probably never undressed here in her kitchen, but now she removed her top, and I instantly fell for her belly, which was soft but had no trace of truly superfluous fat on it. She moaned and sighed some more, while I was fondling the upper half of her body fondly, and I also noticed how lovely her arms were: straight and strong, without being masculine.
Ly swallowed with her mouth closed, blushing, and I got up to undress, so that she could blow me a bit, while she would remain seated. That was something we hadn't done yet. Ly didn't really seem surprised, though, when my glans appeared directly in front of her mouth. With her thumb and index finger, like one would hold a cigar, she pushed my foreskin back, before she placed her lips onto the groove at the bottom of my glans. I felt her rough tongue flicker across the sensitive skin, before she took a break to ask me if I liked it. Of course, I nodded and inquired if she had ever done what she was doing.
"Not for a long time," she replied quietly, but in a tone that told me that the true answer would have been 'never'.
Anyway, Ly was doing well, and I found it absolutely endearing how curious this 41-year-old woman was when it came to exploring a man's body. Ly looked at my throbbing cock for a bit, before she took a third or half of it back into her mouth to continue the treatment with her tongue inside. Naturally, I loved everything about it but then started to thrust gently, while I was caressing her cheeks and stroking her hair. Fondling her relatively large ears, I felt my ball sack hitting her chin, and I noticed that she had put in small earrings to celebrate the occasion.
Since I regretted not really being able to reach her tits, not to mention anything further down on her enticing body, I asked her to get up, so that we could to go her room. As she was standing in front of me, I pulled her pants down and saw her light panties, which only had a mesh front, so that her substantial bush was greeting me now. Nice! Oh yes, her underwear was pretty spiffy, even though it looked a bit older. But then, she probably didn't have a lot of opportunities to show off her pubic mound in such a ravishing fashion.
I was glad, though, that she hadn't shelled out the money for new underwear. No, that wasn't necessary. She knew I found her attractive, right as she was. Perhaps she had bought this pair of panties when she had her last boyfriend, which had been about three or four years back. After I had placed her orange pants onto my clothes on the back of my chair, she pushed her panties down, and suddenly we both were naked - right here in her kitchen, which was probably a first, too.
Cum had already flown here, however; two years ago, on her niece's 20th birthday. After I had smeared the cream from her birthday cake onto Hanh's little perky tits and then licked it off again, she had blown me right here in the same spot. And then swallowed. Ly had stepped closer again in the meantime, even though we were - as far as I understood - already on the way to her bedroom. And so, we smooched some more, during which she stroked my cock, while I had one hand between her legs, where the tender smacking of her sticky juices gave away the advanced state of her arousal.
Her butt cheeks were moist, as was the cleft between them, and her inner labia seemed rather swollen. I twiddled the divine flesh that was dangling between the larger pair next to it. Slightly crimpy as they were, I pulled and plucked her inner labia a bit more and, as her sheath was producing copious amounts of lubrication, I slowly pushed my middle finger inside her sweet passageway. After a few tender rounds on her G-spot area, I pulled out to use the same finger for a little exploration on her anus, but then she closed the large round cookie tin, and I took another quick sip of tea.
I wondered again which way we would eventually turn - left, into her massage room or right, Beşevler Escort Bayan towards her bed - but then she stopped in the hall and tapped her bush. Smiling, she seemed to be telling me that she wanted my cock now, but then she also held her hand in front of her mouth, like she was holding a microphone to sing karaoke; perhaps, as she wanted to continue to blow me, first. Curiously, she turned on her heels, presenting me her butt, and so I reached around her waist and fondled her breasts some more; right here in the hall, like she still didn't know herself which way to turn.
Her back, with its muscles, bones, skin, and tendons formed a nice little landscape that was pretty sexy in and by itself. She clearly relished feeling my throbbing cock against her hip and lower back, while I was pecking her neck and nibbling on her ears again. Ly rejoiced when I pushed the tip of my tongue into her ear and giggled like a little girl. She squirmed and wiggled her body mirthfully, and her arousal seemed to have reached another level, before she finally pulled me to the left and opened the door to her massage room.
On the floor, there was a gym mat with a thin, brightly-colored blanket on it; perhaps as I had banged my head on the wall behind her rather narrow bed the previous week. As we were standing around, Ly blushed; maybe because she wasn't sure if I would like the arrangement. Or perhaps because of the enormity of her action today, as she had unabashedly arranged a place for herself to get fucked. Like a woman. Twice. Like on a stage. Where she would now lie down and open herself. With impunity.
A bed was primarily there to sleep and, yes, certainly, a masseuse could jerk a client off once, like it was a coincidence, almost. A side-effect or -product. Mirthfully, like she just got carried away by a wave of tender, strong desires that eventually could also lead to the bed. Where, naturally, the aroused woman could then consent to a quick fuck, as there was no better way to quench that kind of thirst. But this here?! Ly had conceived the idea to have intercourse - twice? - here on the very floor of her work place, where she had massaged countless ladies, and then implemented her plan by dragging the large gym mat all the way down here from Hanh's massage room upstairs.
Not even in her wildest dreams had Ly ever imagined over the last fifteen years to change her lifeworld in her sister's home in a fashion that would allow unabashed fornication. While her beloved sister was gone and her equally beloved niece was practicing martial arts half-a-mile away, together with other blind young people, Ly would open perhaps all of her orifices to a man's cock, who would lick and bang her with relish, until all of her juices would be released in all directions.
We kissed again, before she invited me with an archetypical gesture to sit or lie down on the mattress. Since I didn't want to simply repeat what we had done the previous week, I sat down on one thigh, like the Little Mermaid, propping my torso on one outstretched arm, which prompted Ly to place her head in my lap and her mouth around my cock. As she was nibbling and sucking a bit, I caressed her hair, before my left hand began to squeeze and pinch the soft flesh on her belly. After another few rounds of licking my shaft, Ly looked up at me and smiled, before she took half of my dick in her mouth, while my fingers were now traveling through her dark rustling wool, where they found her clit and separated her labia again.
Our endearing, blissful smacking was filling the room, as my middle finger went effortlessly inside her. Searching for her G-spot again, I felt the flesh in her eagerly contracting sheath and let my thumb play with her clitoris. Like her reservoirs were overflowing, Ly splashed a first cute round of seething juices onto my wrist, as she was melting. Moaning considerably now, she let her hand look for my nipple, which she then twiddled. After I had watched her graceful body and enjoyed her treatment some more, I grew too curious to finally meet her pussy, though, and so I lay down on my side, facing the other way. Somehow, we had actually managed that my cock had remained inside her mouth for the whole time, but now Ly was inviting me to place my head on the inside of her left thigh.
Man, looked she beguiling: the lower half of her pubic mound was already smeared with her whitish nectar, and I could already sense her sourish aroma wafting at me, while I was putting my cheek onto her one leg, as her other knee was pointing upward. I noticed again how diligently she was blowing me - and how eagerly she was opening her legs, like she was saying: 'Yes, you can have it all. It's been too long that anyone has been down there to explore.'
Her bush wasn't very wide but rather long. As she had some hair on her perineum as well, we're talking about ten or eleven inches of solid soft fur, including a nicely fermented aroma. At some point, we had to make some adjustments to our arrangement again, but then she kept sucking me gently, while I combed her dark-brown hair to the sides and then pried her mature labia apart with both thumbs. Her vaginal vestibule was pumping, and I instantly saw the opening of her urethra. Oh man, I instantly wished she would have pissed right in my face at that moment.