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My wife and I were still renting a house here in Southern Vietnam, even though buying was actually the thing to do. We had been looking for land or a house on and off, but we didn’t really agree where to buy. My wife wanted a house in town, while I wanted to live in the countryside. But prices were inflated anyway at the moment as our area near the coast was booming. So, there was no immediate need to look into buying, unless an absolute bargain or something irresistible came along.

One day, a young woman, who was friends with my students from last year at a small private English Academy, asked if I still was interested a house. I had met Tuyet at a small party over Tet, the Lunar New Year Holiday in February. My former students and I had formed a lunch club on Tuesdays and Tuyet was sometimes around, too. She was teenage-slender, but her face was more mature. Her English was very good since she had attended English classes for years but at a different school. When she texted me, I was more interested in looking at her than the house. She was actually irresistible.

Lately, I had seen her quite often since everyone was done now with final exams at high school and preparing to attend college in different cities. None of the young people was really busy, so we met once a week for lunch and coffee. Summers in our town were sleepy and sultry. Tuyet often wore simple but stylish knee-long dresses, mostly tailored, so I was familiar with her shapely figure and her legs, which were slender and completely hairless. The few times she was wearing shorts, I had seen her thighs all the way up, and they looked absolutely enticing. She was quiet yet independent and confident.

As I wanted to see Tuyet without the other students around, I confirmed that we were still looking and asked her about the details. She explained that there was an old house in her family, which her dad wanted to sell. It was about 6 miles west of town, towards the mountains. I kept the trip west a secret, as my wife would be adamantly opposed to moving so far out of town in that direction anyway. So, she would consider looking at the house a waste of time (and me riding around with that girl improper). Needless to say, I asked Tuyet when it would be convenient for her to go and we set a place to meet.

When the day came, I was excited to see her. It felt like a date, even though we had never talked a lot during our lunches. I believed, however, that she liked me since she appreciated my jokes. Sometimes, we ended up looking at each other for a few seconds, as if we had agreed to do so. It was like a secret code. She also paid a lot of attention to what she was wearing when we met. Many of her clothes were tailored, and I believe she also used make-up once in a while, which was highly unusual for students in our provincial town, who often just wore jeans or sweatpants and T-shirt. So, I made sure I looked my best before I left the house; I shaved and even clipped my fingernails.

She was already waiting when I arrived at the parking lot of a supermarket on the westside of town. I asked her if she wanted to go for coffee before we went out to the house, but she only said: “Maybe later, after we’re done.” She had a small, older motorcycle, which was meticulously maintained. Maybe her dad did that, though; either way it complemented her style and her whole personality.

As we were going out of town, I was following her and I had a good sight of her calves, which were shapely but rather slim. She was wearing copper-colored, tailored shorts of a rather thick material, which seemed a little too big for her. Sitting on her scooter in the parking lot, her thighs had been completely exposed, and she had just looked delicious. Driving behind her, I enjoyed the view of the countryside and her shapely figure. When I was close to her, I could see her bra under her white T-shirt. Her breasts were small and perky. Her neck was slim and graceful, as were her hands and, actually, her whole body. She didn’t seem to be wearing make-up today, and even though she usually wore her hair up in a bun, she let it fly out under her helmet that morning.

Suddenly, she stopped. I pulled up right next to her and asked: “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. But do you want to meet my grandmother briefly? Her house is not far from where we’re going.”

As I was looking at her lithe body, I thought to myself that I’d rather be alone with her as soon as possible but then, knowing her love for her family and how sensitive she was, I didn’t want to insist on going to the empty house right away. So, instead of heading straight, we turned left and travelled down the narrow dirt road in front of us. Down in the valley, we could already see two farm houses and a bunch of pigs. As we were coming closer, I could see that the animals belonged to the neighbors, as the house we pulled up at just had a simple garden and a dog loitering in front of it. We got off our motorcycles as the dog was barking, and her grandma appeared in the door.

Tuyet çapa escort went to hug her grandma and then turned around to see where I was. I walked up to them and was introduced. I could understand the gist of what they were saying when a man of my generation appeared, who Tuyet introduced as her uncle. As he got a cigarette out of his chest pocket, I did the same, and we smoked together and exchanged some pleasantries. Tuyet disappeared into the house, and when we were done smoking, her uncle and I followed. The inside of the house was fairly typical: soot-covered walls that had been swimming-pool green at some point, simple wooden and plastic furniture, a photo of Uncle Ho and a few wedding pictures on the wall. I wondered which couple was Tuyet’s parents.

Tuyet asked if I was hungry—which I wasn’t—but not that it mattered. We were going to have lunch here, before her uncle would go back to work. As we were eating, I could not help looking more at her. Her face was still a little ahead of her body. She was wearing an interesting ring on her middle finger, and I made a mental note to ask her about it should we ever reach a dead moment in our talk. It was beautiful to watch her dish out the food and keep the conversation going at the same time. Her eyes were sparkling. The way she interacted with her grandma was peculiar, though. She firmly touched her arm when she filled her bowl. Looking at her grandma more closely, I realized that she must be blind.

When we had finished the meal, Tuyet’s uncle waived goodbye, and Tuyet and I took care of the dishes. She encouraged me to just go and enjoy another cigarette, but I thought that would be rude, even though it is common practice in Vietnam. Also, I enjoyed her company too much to leave her alone with the chore. Now that her uncle had left, I could also look at her more freely. As Tuyet was sitting on a small stool, I could see her tender bosom from above as I was lowering myself onto another small stool next to her. She was probably aware that I could see down her shirt but did not seem to mind. The legs of her shorts were so wide that a whole hand could fit inside easily and reach up to her pussy. But there had not been a sign yet that she would appreciate such a move.

With the dishes done, Tuyet explained that she wanted to talk to her grandma a little before the latter would take a nap. As I was smoking outside the house now, I felt the tranquility of the Vietnamese countryside. We were well in sight of the mountains and it was completely quiet, apart from the wind rustling in the nearby trees and a few cicadas. Like almost all small-town Vietnamese girls, Tuyet had always struck me as very modest since she always made sure not give the impression she was flirting or trying to be sexy. Once, at a coffee house, she had been wearing a large white T-shirt just like today and her bra-strap got exposed, similar to ten minutes ago. Unlike today, back then she had covered herself up quickly and then actually kept her right hand resting on her left shoulder for the whole time.

Feeling the wind brought back another memory—the sexiest memory I had of her so far. One Tuesday, when she was arriving at lunch, she had parked her motorcycle 20 yards away, but as she was walking across the street, towards the restaurant, her thin denim dress got pressed against her body by the strong wind, with the lower part being blown back between her legs. As she was fighting the gust, I could clearly sense her pubic mound through her dress. Her whole slender, lithe, young female figure walking towards me with the curls of her pussy hair forming an uneven triangle in the middle of her from underneath had turned me on ferociously.

Now, she popped outside saying that her grandma had dozed off. She suggested we just take my motorcycle to the house, as she wanted to check in on her grandma one more time before going back to town. As we got on my motorbike, she grinned and asked if she could wrap her arms around me from behind.

“Sure,” I said, “no need to ask. But won’t you be embarrassed if someone sees us?”

“I don’t really care,” came her reply, “if anyone ever says anything, I’ll tell them it’s safer that way. But pretty much everyone’s asleep now anyway.”

“Definitely fine with me,” I only said, understating my joy.

When she put her arms around me and leaned onto my back, my dick made its presence felt. One side of me entertained the thought—just for entertainment’s sake, of course—that we could have gotten a little clandestine action at her grandma’s house already but, I guess, that would not have been proper, and we would soon be alone inside another house anyway.

“Have you ever lived in that house that we’re going to?” I asked to distract myself and get us back to the official aim of the trip.

“No, I haven’t really been there much.”

“Who used to live there?” I asked further.

“Distant relatives. But the family split up; husband and wife fatih escort have since moved to different cities,” Tuyet told me. “They are divorced now,” she added.

“You huggin’ me feels good,” I couldn’t help telling her, though.

“Yeah, I like it too,” she murmured.

We would soon reach the house she wanted to show me. I wondered if she was still a virgin and if I would find out today. On one side, she had initiated us meeting today, and visiting that old house was perhaps just a pretext. On the other hand, I had known her only from those gatherings with my former students, and she was only 18. I believe her dad was younger than me. Would she want an amorous escapade with someone of her dad’s age? The previous generation of young middle-class women would definitely wait with having sex until they got engaged or even married. But I knew this was changing quickly. In fact, a while back I had seen an online post Tuyet had written, which included the words ‘dick’ and ‘pussy’. She was definitely not a child anymore. Skinny or not, like every young person, she must have a healthy sexual appetite, I thought. The question was only how far she was willing to go to satisfy her desires.

For the last few hundred yards, she put her cheek on my back below my shoulder and when we arrived, she was seriously sleepy.

“You look like you could use a nap,” I said.

She nodded, “Yep. I wanna lie down for a little.”

“Well, if there’s a bed or a couch, we could lie down and rest a little,” I stated the obvious. “I don’t need to go back to town until 4 or so.”

After we got off the motorcycle, I was tempted to kiss her right away, but we were still outside, so I didn’t. Nobody was in sight, though. The road was completely empty and shimmering in the sun. There finally was the old house. It was dark yellow with blue shutters. Everything looked a little tattered and run down, but it was certainly charming. There were leaves on the old burgundy-brown roof shingles. The front door and the window next to it had been painted blue some decades ago. One of the shutters was half-open, but the glass behind it was intact.

“When did the people move out?” I asked her.

“About five months ago, just before Tet,” she said.

“OK. That’s not too long. Do you have the keys?”

“Yeah, they are right here,” she nodded.

She got a bunch of keys out of her shorts, and we tried a few before we found the right one. The door was creaking as we were pushing it in. We took off our shoes and stepped inside. I had to bend down as the door frame was pretty low. It took a while to get used to the dim interior. Tuyet opened a window on one side and pushed the shutters out to let more light in. There was some furniture left, including a bed, but it was all lined up against one wall. We walked further inside and looked at the kitchen, the bathroom, and a bedroom, which was void of anything but an empty birdcage. Of course, everything was dusty but not unpleasant.

“Now, do you wanna take a nap?” I reminded her, with my heart beating faster.

“Yes, sure, but we need to close the front door first,” she requested.

“Do you want me to put the bed in that room over there?” I asked, pointing at the door.

“We’ll just put it here, in this room. It’s darker and cooler,” she said. “Give me the keys for your motorcycle. I’ll lock it before I close the front door.”

As I was moving the old bamboo bed through the door of the small bedroom, she went to close the front door. I saw that she put our shoes inside. When the bed was in place, she went over to the window, reached outside through the bars and pulled the shutters almost closed.

“Are you gonna lie down too?” she asked me.

“Yeah, sure, but do you mind if I look around a little more first?”

“Go ahead. When you’re done, you’ll lie down here next to me, huh? OK?” she said in a sleepy voice. “There’s no other place,” she added.

As I was turning away to check out the house more, she suddenly reached for my hand and pulled me towards the bed. She was slightly upset and nervous, breathing fast. She wasn’t going to lie down yet, but closed her eyes, threw her chin up in the air, and presented her face to me, obviously wanting to be kissed. I had waited for a moment like this for months. Of course, I couldn’t hold back, bent down, and pressed my lips onto hers. Her mouth relaxed and opened immediately, and her tongue was waiting to intertwine itself with mine. Good Lord, she was hungry. I nibbled on her lips and actually bit them slightly a few times. She let go of my hand, and I reached for her chest to feel her breasts. I felt my dick pumping in my pants and squeezed her butt cheeks. For a few seconds, I massaged her pussy through her shorts but then she stopped kissing and said, panting, “Let’s lie down!”

As we were lying next to each other, we slowed down and she asked, “You didn’t want to lie down with me?”

“I did, believe me. fındıkzade escort I’ve wanted to lie down with you for quite some time. But I wasn’t 100 per cent sure what you wanted. I would have come back here after a few minutes. I also hesitated because I’m so much older; I didn’t want this to be awkward,” I was explaining myself perhaps more than necessary.

“Don’t be silly. I was really afraid you’d go outside and smoke cigarettes while I’m lying here by myself. I’ve fantasized about us being alone quite a bit,” she said passionately. After some pause, she added, “I really wanted it to happen today.”

“Ok,” I said. “We’ve found each other now. Relax!”

As it was obvious that she wanted more than just a kiss, I was more at ease now. Naturally, I was keen on hearing a little more about her feelings and what she thought we were going to do. “Do you remember the particular moment when you started fantasizing about the two of us?” I asked.

“No, not really. I don’t recall exactly when it started,” she began, “but the other students were always happy to have class with you and told me about you while I was at the other English school. When we had lunches on Tuesdays together, I was usually really excited and a few times a little horny. I would have loved to just go somewhere where we could be alone,” she admitted.

“Yeah, during those Tuesday lunches at the coffee shop I often felt we had a special relationship,” I told her. “There seemed to be something sexual going on between us. I’ve actually jerked off with you in mind,” I confided. “We would go to a small hotel after the café because we were so horny.”

“I’ve thought about that too,” she admitted. “Sometimes, I would go home after lunch and rub my pussy until it got juicy.”

As I wasn’t saying anything, she continued. “Actually, I’ve thought about going to a hotel too. Or, maybe, one day we could be alone together in a different town and spend the night together.”

“I wouldn’t know how to explain going to another city by myself to my wife,” I cautioned her. “Perhaps I could finagle a reason, but let’s not get carried away.”

“I know,” she murmured, “I was just thinking out loud.”

I took a sip of water. It felt good, to say the least, to be here together, sharing the feelings we had for each other. There weren’t any pillows or blankets and the room was truly bare of anything, but us lying here together meant so much. Her head was resting on my left arm, close to my shoulder. I could see her bra strap again and smelled her hair. My left hand rested on her hip. My dick was somewhat swollen; it felt unpleasant having it locked up inside my shorts. I opened the button and pulled the zipper down. We kissed again, and I turned slightly towards her, opening my pants a little more. I started caressing her breasts, as she was looking at my bulging dick in my underpants. Then she reached for it and started feeling it gently through my underwear.

I asked if this was her first time. “Kind of,” she replied somewhat cryptically.

“What do you mean?” I desired to know more.

“Well, there’s a ‘tradition’ at my high school”—she did the quotation marks in the air with both index fingers—”that two boys and two girls go to someone’s house or a room of a student from outside of town and give the boys a handjob.”

“Oh,” was all I could say, but then I asked for more details. “So, you jack off a boy with another couple there, who do the same? Does one couple go first, or do you do it at the same time?”

“Well, either way. Usually, the hornier couple starts after a little talking, and then the other couple get horny too,” she just said.

“And while you jerk off the boy, he fingers your pussy or licks it?” I wanted to know.

“Maybe. Some girls let the boys do that. It depends on how close you are and how often you’ve done it already. But I never liked the idea of someone watching when my pussy is licked,” she insisted. “I wouldn’t want another girl or some random boy see my pussy,” she reiterated.

“So, the boy who’s getting a handjob from you doesn’t touch you at all while you are jerking him off?”

“Just a little. The last few times we did it, I let the boy rub my pussy. But only through my underwear.”

As this was turning me on, I kept asking questions: “How many times have you jacked a guy off?’

“Perhaps ten or fifteen times, she mused. “Not too often.”

After a short pause, we continued. This was interesting, to say the least. “Now, when a boy touches your pussy through your panties, does that make you horny?” I wanted to know.

“A little. It definitely makes the boy cum more quickly,” she observed, giggling. “But the others watching also means that I don’t get really turned on, I think.”

I wanted a complete picture now. “Do you show your breasts while you’re giving a handjob?”

“I usually open my blouse or let them feel my bra under my shirt. The boys like that. But my breasts are really small. Sometimes, they also felt me inside of my bra. But I’ve never actually let them see my breasts.”

“And when the boys come,” I needed to know, “their semen splashes in your hands?”

“Yeah, but once a guy came on my face.” She blushed and giggled when she admitted that. “He came super quickly. I was still looking at his dick from above.”

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