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Chapter 139 - Emily emerges from her Cocoon*lt;/p*gt;
*quot;Ben, this looks absolutely awful,*quot; Casey was moaning for the third time already.
Yes, it was true: The ink that her friend and colleague Emily had used to draw three sketches for tattoos on Casey's skin last week wasn't going to come off any time soon, from what it looked like. It had been Casey's birthday last Tuesday, and she wanted to reward herself with two or three small tattoos on semi-hidden parts of her young, succulent body. I had become involved in the project, as Casey valued my sense of aesthetics - as well as my cock - and when it had become difficult to decide which tattoo would look best on her skin, we had driven over to the vintage hotel, where we frequently met for rousing sensual rendezvous and parties.
Our drawing-tattoos foreplay had developed splendidly there, even though I hadn't been sure how far our somewhat timid and meek Emily would be willing to go. Since Casey had been ovulating and didn't want to have anal sex in front of her friend, however, she had ended up sitting at the headrest of the bed, holding Emily's knees from behind, in which position the latter and I had fucked heartily all the way to the end.
I still didn't know if Emily enjoyed backdoor sex, but that didn't matter at this point. I had been looking forward to another rousing threesome with the two of them today, but the way Casey was acting because of the dark, smudged inkblots on her young skin, she didn't seem to be in the mood at all, as she felt she couldn't present herself like that.
*quot;Hey, listen: Both, Emily and I know what it is... it's not like you're dirty... like you aren't washing yourself...*quot; I tried to laugh it off and cheer her up.
*quot;I know, Ben... but, look!*quot; she asked me again, awkwardly pulling the fairly tight neck opening of her T-shirt all the way down her left shoulder.
Well, yes, there was a blueish smudgy spot the size of a CD, which didn't look great, but what were we to do?! When the waitress - not the one with the tattoo on her thigh - arrived with another round of drinks - Casey covered herself quickly.
*quot;Well, at least Hanh can't see it,*quot; I tried a slightly corny joke at the expense of Casey's sweet blind girlfriend.
*quot;True... oh, speaking of her: perhaps she's got a boyfriend...*quot;
The Vietnamese said 'perhaps' a lot, even if I was a tad absurd.
*quot;How does one have 'perhaps a boyfriend'?*quot; I inquired, naturally.
*quot;Well, I think he needs more time to think whether he wants to be together with a blind girl...*quot;
*quot;Oh, I see... have you met him yet?*quot; I asked her.
*quot;Nope... Hanh has only told me about him... he's a bit older, like 27 or so...*quot;
Hanh was turning 21 later this month, while Casey - who looked decidedly older because of her voluptuous body - had just turned 19.
*quot;Great,*quot; I only remarked, as I didn't know what else to say. *quot;By the way: When's Emily going to be here?*quot;
If Casey wasn't in the mood to undress, at least I could take our young artist to the old hotel.
Casey shrugged shoulders: *quot;She wanted to run an errand in town, first...*quot;
*quot;Are you mad at her?*quot;
*quot;Nonsense... I mean, I agreed to the drawings on my skin... it wasn't her mistake... the ink will eventually come off,*quot; she sighed.
*quot;But maybe Emily thinks you're upset and thus doesn't wanna come here...*quot;
*quot;Oh, Ben, I don't think so... she wanted to go to the bank or something... do you want me to text her?*quot; Casey offered, slightly irritated.
Well, since she wasn't great company today, I agreed. Perhaps Emily's presence would improve the mood here at the table. Well, maybe not.
*quot;Have you talked to her about our little sex adventure last week?*quot; I was curious, after Casey had put her phone away again, and lit a cigarette.
*quot;Sure... she loved it, but she also admitted that she found it strange that we were three...*quot;
*quot;Well, there was no other way...*quot;
*quot;Yeah, she knows that. She said she is glad, though, that she got to experience it once... but it was different from her idea of sex...*quot;
*quot;The threesome? Or was there anything else?*quot;
*quot;I think it was a bit too... too slow for her... and too kindhearted?*quot;
*quot;I thought it was lovely,*quot; I muttered, perhaps a tad naïve.
*quot;I don't know... maybe she needs it a bit harder,*quot; Casey giggled, seeming in a better mood suddenly.
*quot;She could have that,*quot; I laughed back. *quot;She should say something, though... we don't know her proclivities...*quot;
Did Emily - like Mira - have a thing for ignoring and transgressing boundaries?
*quot;Well, with her ex, sex was always kinda soft and boring... like pastel colors, she once said...*quot; Casey giggled again.
*quot;The term would be 'vanilla', I think...*quot; I chimed in.
*quot;Hmh. Anyway, I think she wants to experience something more exciting... but she loves the old hotel...*quot;
Now Casey's phone was vibrating. 'Pastel sex' - where did those girls get their ideas about sex from? Was Emily used to being held by Ulus Escort a girlfriend, while a man twice her age and weight was banging her? When Casey had checked who it was, she straightened herself and then writhed some more in her wicker armchair, before she finally divulged that Emily wasn't going to come here to the café but would go straight to the hotel.
*quot;Hmh, ok... but I don't wanna wait outside... or go upstairs by myself...*quot; I mused.
*quot;You don't have to... she'll be sitting on a bench in the park across the street, she just told me...*quot;
*quot;At least, she seems to be in the mood for sex,*quot; I surmised, but Casey didn't seem to care much either way.
*quot;Looks like it...*quot; was all she replied, before she reiterated that she wasn't going to come.
Which, at this point, suited me just fine.
*quot;Emily doesn't want someone else to be there, anyway...*quot; she added, again sounding a tad irritated.
Casey didn't look particularly ravishing today, either, which was the second bummer. She was wearing her company's light-blue polo - which she probably had to - but then also blue jeans, which didn't go to together with the shirt at all. And then, light blue wasn't the color for such a sumptuous woman. Anyway, I was tempted to ask Casey about Emily's proclivities as far as sex was concerned but decided not to; I could find out more in about 20 minutes. In person.
*quot;Did anything happen, Casey? I mean, you really seem down...*quot; I asked quickly, before I would finish my coffee, smoke another ciggy, and take off.
*quot;Ben, I wanted to meet Hoang, but the way I look... with all those big ink blotches...*quot;
*quot;Just wait another week... the ink will be gone by then... perhaps...*quot;
Apparently, those 'perhapses' were contagious.
Now her phone was buzzing again: *quot;Emily's asking where you are,*quot; Casey said with a smug smile.
Well, I still had some coffee and quickly lit one last ciggy. Perhaps Emily didn't want me to smoke in her presence.
*quot;Perhaps you should go for coffee with Hoang, first... no sex...*quot;
*quot;Well, yeah... but when I suggested that this morning, he declined ...*quot;
*quot;Oh, well, perhaps he's still a bit worn out from his trip... and now, he has to finish all those jobs he didn't get to last week...*quot;
Hoang was working as an electrician and plumber.
Casey had begun to sob a bit now: *quot;Ben, please... no, he just turned me down...*quot;
Well, at least I knew why she was in such a bad mood. Oh, boy, I didn't need that kinda drama.
*quot;But I know that he really likes you...*quot; I said to buy time.
And it was true, too.
*quot;Yeah, but just for sex, apparently...*quot; Casey interjected coolly.
*quot;Casey! He just got back from a long motorcycle trip to the mountains... and you don't wanna show your lush body to anyone, anyway...*quot;
*quot;I'd perhaps show it to him,*quot; she laughed, but it was more of a sarcastic cackle. *quot;I would just tell him what happened...*quot;
*quot;Well, yeah, whatever... trust me: things will work out alright...*quot; I told her after we had gotten up and were now sauntering downstairs.
On the rickety metal stairs, I took her hand and pressed it gently: *quot;You sure you don't wanna come?*quot;
She nodded: *quot;Yeah, next time... I gotta do something this afternoon... for my mom...*quot;
We got on our motorcycles and drove away on different directions. Strange. I had never seen Casey like that. Perhaps there was also something with Hanh, her blind girlfriend. Was Casey cross that Hanh was going to have a boyfriend soon? Then, the movie nights in Hanh's bed - which invariably seemed to end in cunnilingus and with a bunch of orgasms - would cease. Was she pissed that Emily had told her, perhaps somewhat brusquely, that she didn't appreciate another woman in the room while fucking? I didn't know Casey that well, but maybe she was overreacting with Hoang. Perhaps that was all one giant misunderstanding. Nothing was certain today, it seemed.
I stopped near the hotel to buy some beers and ice and saw Emily sitting across the street, facing away from the street. When I got closer, I saw that she was wearing blue jeans, too, albeit darker ones, and a dark-green T-shirt - which looked good on her. Nguyet and Tina had once played hooker-sisters here at the park, pretending to need money for a new dress or a phone. The latter had offered me her lithe, perfect body for half an hour, even though she had been menstruating. I would never forget the sensation of pushing my cock inside her velvety, juicy sheath. Jesus, and now Tina had gotten a really good job in Saigon. Would I ever see her again?
Perhaps Emily was menstruating today, too? Probably not, but if we arranged that in advance one day, I'd be up for it. Or do a hooker-role-play. Or both. I hadn't done either for too long. I parked my Honda next to her motorcycle on the sidewalk, as one does in Vietnam, and joined Emily on the bench. We were facing away from the hotel, which was directly across the street. Emily was sketching small tattoo-ideas again, it seemed. Üniversiteli Escort Her small eyes were twinkling behind her glasses, and I saw that she had put on lipstick. As young and tender as she looked, she still radiated adventure and sex appeal.
Yes, the dreary hour with Casey was almost forgotten. The way Emily was looking at me from the side, she seemed to be drawing a quick little portrait of me now. Well, drawing was her passion, and I promised myself to sit still. After a minute of working silently, she moved, turning a bit toward me, and now I could see her camel toe for the first time. Yes, Casey hadn't exaggerated. Although Emily's nether lips didn't look exactly bulky, they were relatively wide. Was she aware how her tight jeans were squeezing her labia? Well, she appeared to deliberately be holding her drawing pad in a way that it wouldn't block the view. And since she knew we were going to have sex, perhaps she had picked that pair of denim pants to entice me, although I strongly believed that skirts or dresses were superior for foreplay in the park.
Perhaps. No, it was absolutely tantalizing how she was presenting me her lap. I couldn't turn my eyes away, although the skin of her arms and hands, her tender bosom, overall figure, and her face were all beautiful enough to be looked at for a prolonged period. She did look young, though, like 18. I regretted not having a glass to pour myself a beer on ice. But sitting here in the shade, across the street from the hotel, was still perfect as a prelude. Once we were inside the stately old pile of bricks, no holds would be barred.
From the corner of my eye, I could see that Emily was almost done, and so I just kept looking past her forehead here a bit to my left and asked her if - while she was at university - she had sat at some street corner in Hanoi, trying to sell her art or do impromptu drawings to tourists.
*quot;I did, actually... but there wasn't much money in that... usually, people just came to watch but then didn't buy anything...*quot;
*quot;But you do seem super-gifted,*quot; I paid her a compliment, after I had looked at her work for another second or two.
Thinking of Tina again, I almost broached the topic of prostitution, as I knew that some students replenished their purse by renting out their bodies by the hour. But Emily wasn't the type for that, was she? Young and slender, she kinda looked like jailbait. Since I, in my mind at least, had arrived at the topic of sex, I placed my left hand on her right thigh and pressed it slightly, while she was adding a bit of a background to the portrait in bold strokes. I was surprised that my cock immediately responded to that one simple touch; now, the energy could flow back and forth between us.
When Emily was done with the portrait, she didn't show it to me but put it behind her little butt. She turned further towards me, leaned against the back of the bench with her right side, and let her right arm dangle off the back. After we had been looking at each other for a few seconds, she lasciviously threw her hair back with her left hand and forearm and then nudged her glasses up her nose once more, as was her habit. The only thing she didn't change during that whole minute or two was the position of her crotch. Her legs were spread by 60 degrees or a bit more, and I was almost certain that her labia had swollen during the last ten minutes. We were both breathing faster and kinda heavily.
I still made a light-hearted remark about Casey's predicament, so that I wasn't just silently staring at Emily's midsection. She probably had already noticed.
*quot;Yeah, but I think she's cross with me because I told her I don't enjoy sex with women...*quot; Emily confirmed what Casey had told me earlier, nudging her glasses up once more.
*quot;Yeah, but it's better to be honest... otherwise, you and Casey may end up again together in some sexual situation but then won't enjoy it... is that actually Casey or women in general?*quot; I was curious.
*quot;Oh no, Casey's fine... she's pretty and everything... she has nice boobs,*quot; Emily smiled, looking down at her rather flat chest. *quot;But, no, I think sex needs to be with a man... and only two people... I'm still glad I tried it, though,*quot; she concluded.
Ok, then. I lit a cigarette; after all, we were outside, and Emily hadn't said that she didn't like smoking. While I was rummaging through my mind for a clever intro to ask her about her sexual proclivities, she cleared her throat and then suddenly said quietly:
*quot;Mister Ben?*quot;
I tilted my head and turned it a bit, encouraging her to ask what she wanted to. It sounded like there would be something serious now. Oh, sweet Jesus, her pussy looked so beguiling, as it was being squeezed by her tight blue jeans. Yes, her track gauge was rather wide; perhaps four inches, which was all the more impressive as she was only about 5-foot tall, or 5'1'', and perhaps weighed 95 pounds. Her outer labia were more than an inch wide, each, and the whole magic Yenimahalle Escort triangle I was looking at had a side length of about seven inches. I realized that I hadn't actually spend too much time with her snatch last week; after a few pecks on her perfect light thighs, I had left it at one minute of sniffing her wet cleft, but then I had mounted her from behind, above Casey's head, who had had positioned herself underneath her friend's titillating butt.
Since Emily still hadn't spoken again, I began to caress her thigh again, before I simply reached straight for her pussy - which was something I had never done in my life; not even with a hooker. In public, in broad daylight, around noon, on a park bench, with someone I barely knew. Well, we were pretty much alone here in the park and definitely would remain so. There were no locals strolling around at this time of the day, as everyone was napping after lunch. In the distance, we could see a trailer that belonged to the landscapers of the city, but they were 80 yards away, and there were two dozens of trees between us.
I was exceedingly glad to know that the old hotel was just across the street. Emily was still watching me massage her pussy through the thick fabric of her jeans, before she said quietly:
*quot;This feels sooo good...*quot;
Of course, she was blushing, as was I.
*quot;Can... can we do this every week from now on? I need it...*quot; she added, panting.
*quot;What exactly do you need?*quot; I heard myself ask, after I had squeezed and massaged her pussy a bit more.
*quot;Mister Ben... I haven't had sex for more than a year... apart from last week, of course... I love it when you touch me so... so firmly... it feels sooo awesome...*quot;
*quot;It also feels awesome when you... touch me...*quot; I managed to reply, before I swallowed with my mouth dry.
By now, I had the palm of my hand on her perineum, my fingers on her anus, and was rubbing the spot on her jeans under which I presumed her clit. Unless I moved my hand, though, my thumb was too short to serve her labia like a windshield-wiper completely, I realized.
*quot;Are you wet yet?*quot; I asked, admittedly a bit crude, but I had a hunch that Emily enjoyed bluntness in this regard.
She nodded and reached for her notepad, which she then put away in her backpack. Still without showing me the portrait.
*quot;When did you have your last period?*quot; I asked, even though Casey had told me that Emily was taking the pill.
It truly looked like the two of us would lose our marbles any moment.
*quot;Last weekend... it just ended...*quot; she mustered to say.
*quot;Emily, I don't want to go too far or hurt you, but...*quot; I began, not sure how I would have completed the sentence.
I didn't need to. She didn't let me finish but took off her glasses, closed her eyes, and leaned forward, so that we could kiss. We smooched for quite a bit, until we detached our eager muzzles again, and she said the epic line:
*quot;Just do it! I'll let you know when it is too much or when you need to stop.*quot;
I had rarely heard a clearer statement. Perhaps never. It didn't sound like Mira's consensual non-consent shtick, but rather like the rolling out of a red sensual possibility carpet on which we would promenade the next few weeks or even months. To seal the deal - our covenant - I took her hand and placed it on my throbbing cock, while I was caressing her lap firmly for one last round here on the bench.
*quot;Let's go and fuck!*quot; I heard myself say, to which she nodded, before she swallowed with her mouth closed and replied:
*quot;And how!*quot;
Oh, good salacious Lord, was this awesome! We barely knew each other, but perhaps that was the crucial point to what we just had promised each other. Last week, we had been introduced, had found each other good (enough), and now no holds would be barred. I found this moment so powerful that I had a hunch that my relationship with Emily would perhaps soon surpass what linked me to Thuy, Thanh, and Casey. Nguyet, Anna, and Mira were probably unreachable, but the way Emily was presenting herself, we definitely were on our way to new shores - of which we didn't know where exactly they were or how far we had to go.
We got on our motorcycles to drive around the raised median, until there was an opening for us to make a U-turn, after which I unlocked the door and we rolled inside the hotel lobby. I quickly pushed the large metal door closed again and put the padlock in the latch. Of course, we kissed profusely again, during which time I pressed my flat hand between her legs, onto her pussy, like I wanted to measure its width again. Was her wide track gauge proportional to her horniness? She grabbed my cock, too, and now a long-cherished dream of mine would come true:
*quot;Take off your jeans!*quot; I demanded, panting, while I took my shorts off and placed them on the dashboard of my Honda, between the rear-view mirrors.
I watched Emily place her backpack on the floor, before she opened the straps on the back of her sandals and then the button on her jeans. She pulled the zipper down and reached inside, close to her butt, and then pushed them down her nimble, slender legs. Jesus, did she look hot in her light panties and her dark-green T-shirt! And yes, there were a few wet blotches over her dark bush and ample lips.