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The Old Vacant Hotel
Chapter 30 – Another enthralling Evening with Gemini
About ten days ago, I had met Gemini again, who was, just as I, working as an English teacher in our nondescript town in the middle of Vietnam. Her school was located across the river though, in a different district, pretty much at the opposite end from where I was living and working.
After we had been talking about our work and her childhood and youth in the Philippines for perhaps half-an-hour, Gemini had asked me – totally out of the blue – if I still wanted the cute, petite waitress who worked at the bar to pee on me.
Later, it turned out that our mutual friend Mark from Australia had mentioned that fun fact once when he had been drunk, as Trang, the tiny waitress, had been waiting next to him and Gemini to settle the bill. The story had occupied the latter’s mind ever since; up to the point of imagining it, from what it sounded like.
Naturally, Gemini was curious to verify that I was keen on having the sexy little goddess micturate upon me, but eventually Gemini even asked me if I also envisioned her squatting over my face with her naked butt. Since I didn’t want to be a coward and lie to her, I confirmed; partially, since Gemini was blessed with an enticing willowy body, firm medium-sized breasts, a harmonious butt, and incredibly smooth dark skin.
And a captivating sense of humor. Gemini was living under the roof at her school, in a converted classroom, where we had ended up the previous time, after an hour-and-a-half at the bar. Not because we had been particularly horny or had the hots for each other, but more to prove that we had what it took to follow up our lewd talk at the bar.
Yes, the whole gig had the aura of a test of courage, much more so than sexual gratification. But there seemed another element as well: Gemini appeared a tad jealous that I desired the short cuddly waitress so much that I wanted her to urinate upon me. And so, Gemini had offered to delight me with her young body, plus her frothy tepid libation.
In the end, Gemini had turned out slightly too sheepish, however, to let me lick her snatch. As soon as we had reached her school, she had used the bathroom, but when she peed for the second time, she just doused my hand, standing in the shower. As we had gone to her place spontaneously, she didn’t seem want to make a mess in her bedroom.
Even though Gemini had promised to be less sheepish this week, I still had a strong urge to also revel in Trang’s fine young urine; ideally, twice. Or both young ladies at once. Gemini had lesbian leanings and had already admitted that she also thought that Trang was pretty adorable.
“Douglas, I would like to go somewhere else with you, but I guess you have to see Trang,” Gemini wrote.
“Don’t make it sound like it’s just me: you love her as much as I do. And you’ve said that you want to watch her peeing on me,” I wrote back, teasing Gemini a bit to get her to acknowledge her desires.
I was hoping that Gemini would confirm and perhaps even sketch that she wanted to undress Trang, lick and kiss her skin, suck her titties, anus, and pussy – the whole half nine-yards, but she only added that she liked the cold beer on tap that said bar offered.
Unlike the previous time, I decided to sit outside, where I could smoke. Facing the bar from the street, the airconditioned glass cube was on the right, while next to it was on open, slightly elevated area. There were also some tables on the sidewalk, but from there it would have been close to impossible to ogle Trang, the ravishing tiny server.
Of course, I instantly lit a ciggy, regretting that the taller, much less endearing second waitress was working outside. When I opened my phone, I saw that my muse Nguyet had sent me a message: She had gotten pregnant during or slightly before the honeymoon with her freshly-minted husband, Hiroshi – as had been the plan.
The bad news was that our mutual friend Mira, my beloved ex-colleague from the Philippines, was leaving town even sooner than we had thought and, before she would take off to Taiwan, where she had scored a decent position as an English teacher, she had to travel to Hanoi to take care of some paperwork at the embassy.
Although the taller young waitress had taken my order, Trang poured the beer behind the bar and was now bringing it herself. She looked a bit stern and not overly friendly; was she jealous, too? Gemini wasn’t even here yet, but we only came here together. So, Trang knew who was coming.
And here she was: Gemini was wearing a dark-green dress and her large glasses, which made her look like a teacher. Tall and slender, she reminded me of the poplar trees we had across the street where I grew up. Gemini said Hi and smiled at me, before she placed her purse on the third chair and sat down on the one closest to me.
So that we could see each other better, I had decided to sit perpendicular to the shorter escort bursa edge of the rectangular table, with my left elbow on the surface, so that only the corner was between us. Her dress covered her long, tanned thighs about half-way but still amplified them nicely.
Curiously, she had combined her dress with an ultra-light cardigan, even though it was still 84 degrees or so and somewhat muggy. Perhaps, she thought that showing off her naked shoulders would have been too much? For Trang? When the latter brought Gemini her beer, she didn’t smile at her, either:
“Looks like our young buddy is a bit jealous,” I facetiously suggested, but Gemini reminded me that, sometimes, people just have bad days.
“Or, she has her period,” Gemini added, blushing and giggling abashedly, as if she wasn’t sure if she hadn’t gone too far.
Would Gemini now suggest that Trang could pee on me, while menstruating? Or Gemini, herself? No, she let the opportunity slip, as she simply raised her glass to drink. Looking at her, I realized again that, primarily, she was here to heartily pee on me later in her bower at the school, under the roof, in a converted classroom.
Well, we hadn’t talked about that particular facet of the evening yet but, of course, I assumed that that was going to happen; partially, as Gemini had promised the previous week to bite the bullet and reveal more of her tantalizing body. Yes, Gemini seemed to have licked enough blood to party harder and harder over the next few weeks.
I still thought it was funny that Gemini had kinda pushed herself between Trang and me, for the lack of a better expression, to fulfil my wish. As unlikely as it looked that Trang would relent, Gemini had perhaps felt sorry for me, but she was also adventurous enough to try this slightly depraved pastime.
And so far, Gemini had only peed on my extended hand between her long tanned legs, in the shower. She probably sensed that we needed to go a bit further tonight. At least, she had also ridden my cock for ten minutes, before she had heartily blown me, a week back. The first half of my jizz she had then collected in her mouth, before she had redirected my throbbing, ejaculating cock further down, so that my gooey elixir could grace her firm boob.
Which I was looking at right now. Neither of us had said anything for a bit, but Gemini seemed to have been thinking about our new favorite topic as well:
“It was kinda crazy what we did last time,” she remarked, shaking her head and blushing again.
Meanwhile, Gemini had taken off her lovely white flip-flops, which had some plastic flowers on the strap, and crossed her legs. The dividing line between the larger muscle in the front – or, on top, as she was sitting – and the smaller one below was absolutely divine. And, although her calves were slim, they didn’t look skinny. Just slender and harmonious.
It was also super-hot how her thigh flesh was now being pressed by its own weight. I sighed, but before I would reply, I lit another ciggy:
“Yeah, but it was also a bit strange. Not the peeing or that we ended up at your place, but I didn’t see you undress. Which was kinda unusual. I didn’t see your bra, nor your panties…”
“Well, I undressed across the hall, next to the shower.”
“I know, but then, you were only wearing the flannel, without underwear… which was cheeky. And hot. Revoltingly so. Yeah, and brave…”
“Well, I thought about getting fresh panties from the drawer, but you wanted me to pee on you,” she reminded me.
Trang had noticed that our glasses were empty and came over to ask if she shouldn’t bring another round. She had calmed herself and didn’t look upset anymore. Oh course, we ordered more beer, since the evening had just started. Trang’s fleeting visit brought us back, however, to the secondary topic – which, in the end, may still have been the main theme:
“Douglas, do you think you’ll ask her – maybe not tonight, but at some point – if she can imagine… with us…?” Gemini asked me quietly, but emphatically.
Yes, the story with Trang was important to her, too.
“I think so. She’s not going to ask us to her sex with her. But I think if we ask her directly if she would pee on me, she would just be shocked…”
“What else do you want to ask? If she wants sex with us? THAT wouldn’t work, either, I think,” Gemini retorted impatiently.
“I know, I know…” I nodded, taking another long drag of my ciggy: “No, the better approach might be if you ask her if she couldn’t imagine having sex with you. Experiment a little… tender lesbian sex seems more innocent. Well?” I offered an alternative.
“But, Douglas: We have no signs that she’s bi-. And then: Would you want show up and surprise Trang, when I’m with her…?” she developed the plan further.
“No, I think that would be mean… underhanded. But if she agrees to sensual exploration with you, you could maybe pee once, together, and see if she likes it. And then, görükle escort you tell her that you want to watch how she pees on a guy…”
“But then, she knows that that guy would be you.”
“So what?!”
Gemini thought about the plan for like thirty seconds, but then slipped back into her light sandals and got up:
“Douglas, I’ll go and pee. And think about everything,” she chuckled with an impish grin.
While she was gone, I fixated my gaze back on Trang, but she was pretty much completely hidden behind the bar, where she was pouring a larger round for other customers. As short as she was, I could only see the topmost part of her head. Yeah, she was like 4’7″. But she did have an incredibly attractive, somewhat curvy body, with nice roundish tits and butt.
Both were roughly the size of Gemini’s, although the latter was at least ten, eleven inches taller. Yet, Trang still appeared slim as well, even though her assets and features were much closer together, geographically. Would I, would we, ever get to see her naked?
When Gemini was back from the bathroom, she finally took off her cardigan, which she then draped over the back of the third chair. The small heaving landscape or symphony of her bronze shoulders, skin, and collarbones in the evening light here was quite something.
“Now, it’s starting?”
“What?! The foreplay?” Gemini asked back.
“In the widest sense, yes,” I replied, nodding at her heaving bosom with my chin.
“Douglas, I still can’t believe that we here together tonight, so that I can pee on you,” Gemini giggled, blushing nicely again.
“Neither can I. Just imagine the customers here knew. Or Trang,” I added.
“Oh, do you know what I came up with for her, while I was in the bathroom? Perhaps, we could ask her to film us, havin’ sex. Or when I pee on you.”
As unusual, as her proposal was, I needed to wrap my head around it for a minute.
“That seems even more far-fetched than asking Trang to have sex with us, straight,” I eventually cautioned Gemini.
“The thing is: I’ve imagined myself having sex for a long time. I mean, seeing it. On video. I used to do a little striptease for myself, once in a while… the good thing would be that Trang wouldn’t need to undress if she doesn’t want to…”
“Are you hoping that she’ll get carried away, undress, as everything is turning her on?”
“Well, that would be the best-case scenario. Anyway, I think that asking her to film us would be better than asking her to get naked and then pee on you.”
“But that would be the most honest approach.”
“Sure. But if she declines – which she most certainly will – we can’t come back here,” Gemini was certain.
The last thought seemed to trouble her profoundly.
“I don’t think that’s true,” I thus countered: “I mean, what’s wrong with telling people that we find them attractive?!”
“Hmh, true. But the peeing is sooo over the top… so weird.”
As if on cue, Trang showed up again to suck us into another round of beer. She looked spiffy and hot in her black tight shorts, but we weren’t able to see the butterfly tattoo on her shoulder today, as she was wearing the company polo, buttoned all the way up. At least, it allowed us to trace the contours of her bra underneath, which I always found hot, pretty much on any woman.
“So, you used to strip for yourself, in front of a mirror?” I broached that sideline again to get more details.
“Yeah. I don’t even know why I stopped,” Gemini shrugged her glorious naked shoulders.
“Well, young people are curious about how their body is developing… trace the changes, perhaps. But couldn’t you pick up the habit again? Maybe later this evening?” I suggested.
“I don’t have a tall mirror,” came her clever reply.
“I could serve as such,” I upped the ante.
Now, our miniature goddess returned with two frosted glasses, but none of us had an idea how to prolong her stay.
“Oh, alcohol isn’t good for the smell and taste of pee, by the way,” I added another facet to our wonderfully depraved topic, after we both had taken a big gulp: “Perhaps, we should meet during the day. I have the key to an older charming guesthouse that is empty. There are eleven rooms, even more beds and like 60 towels. There’s also a washing machine.”
I was waiting for Gemini to inquire why I had the key to the establishment, but she suddenly seemed concerned:
“Oh, you don’t want to come with me later? I’ve prepared the room…”
Her hands were resting on her slender tanned thighs, while her fingers were playing with the hem of her dress. Mesmerized, I was filling my eyes with her beauty, but maybe she thought I was thinking about her proposal and unsure what to do:
“Oh, no. I mean, yes. We’re gonna go to your room in a bit,” I nodded vehemently: “Am I going to see your panties and bra, though?”
“I’d have to put one on, first,” giggled Gemini, which was super cute.
And sexy. Yes: there were no bra straps. Although her boobs looked perfectly roundish under her dress. Perhaps, the piece had some sort of bra woven in.
“But you’re wearing panties, aren’t you?” I naturally inquired.
Instead of replying, Gemini slowly pulled up her dress with both index and middle fingers. She knew that no one else was sitting near our area here, next to the glass cube, elevated a bit from the street, and that the guests over in the other room were only able to see her back and that of the chair.
Oh, yes: She knew what she was doing. Maybe, Gemini was inspired by her own striptease routine of a few years back, but I didn’t want to interrupt this incredibly erotic moment. Eventually, I saw her spiffy silver-greyish panties, which seemed stretchy and fit snugly. No lace, but the little thing suited her body type and personality, as it looked sporty, too.
Just like her dress. Unlike Nguyet or Quyen’s, Gemini’s bush was narrower, so there were no hairs sticking out. She probably shaved her groins. Behind her, Trang was cleaning tables over in the other room; if she had stopped and watched us, she could have deduced what I was looking at.
“Well, Douglas: We’ll finish up and pay. And take off?” Gemini suggested, as our glasses were almost empty.
And we had bigger fish to fry. I noticed that we both were panting ever so slightly, and yes: we had had our three beers, each. Unlike the previous time, Gemini didn’t ask me not to have sex today, but I tried to imagine what she could have done to her room to prepare it, as she had told me she had.
Well, I would see it in fifteen minutes. Since the taller waitress was passing our table right at this moment, I requested the check, which Gemini insisted on paying when it arrived:
“I think it’s my turn,” she observed, after I had already gotten some cash out of my pocket.
While Gemini was using her phone to pay, I suggested she could get one of her boobs out, right here at the bar: “I mean, not now, but some other evening.”
“Douglas, you have ideas,” she was astounded: “How am I supposed to do that?!”
“Well, you go to the bathroom, slip out of the straps of your dress, and put your cardigan back on. Then, you sit back down here, slowly unbutton the cardigan, and pull your dress down on the front, on one side… something like that,” I ended in a sonorous voice, like some older guy on TV who just had explained something difficult in simple terms.
“I think my dress is too tight for that,” she was concerned.
“You must have others…”
“Or, I slip out and push the dress down to my hips, before I put my cardigan back on. And then, sitting here, I could just unbutton my top. Slowly… that way, you could see both,” she giggled eventually.
“That would be lovely as well, sure.”
Now, Trang returned to ask Gemini if she didn’t want a cab, as she had requested countless times before. When she declined, though, saying that I would give her a ride, our tiny server got visibly upset again. She was barely able to contain her discomfort, but I still asked her, in Vietnamese, if she didn’t want to join us.
Trembling and blushing, Trang shook her lovely little head, before she disappeared. Of course, she had looked confused, as she had been surprised and couldn’t be certain that I was serious. Crossing the street, Gemini inquired what I had said to her:
“I asked her if she wanted to come with us.”
“Did you mention sex?”
“No, but that was implied, at this hour. She must have known…”
“I don’t know if that was so smart, Douglas,” Gemini admonished me a bit, before she swung herself on the back of my Honda: “I mean, what if she had agreed?!”
“Then, we would be going to your room, the three of us,” I chuckled.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Because of the cameras.”
“Well, then we’ll go to the small guesthouse, next time,” I laughed, as we were entering the evening traffic.
“I need to take a look at that guesthouse myself, first. Before we try to get Trang there,” Gemini tried to reestablish the natural sequence of things.
As we were crossing the old bridge again, I asked her if anyone had said anything since I had been to the school that one evening:
“No, I don’t even know if they check the cameras at night. And we didn’t turn the lights on.”
Luckily, the night wasn’t nearly as muggy as the last time we had driven to her school. At the large roundabout, I turned right, only to turn left after another fifty yards or so. This time, however, Gemini asked me to park a bit further away from the glass-door entrance, near the dumpster, as that spot was probably out of reach for the CCTV.
“I double-checked this morning, but there are no cameras in the stairwell,” Gemini told me, as she was getting the key out of her purse: “And there’s none on my floor, either.”
Of course, it was a bit odd again to be parading through the dark, quiet reception area with the posters that the students had produced, with a teacher from the school who was going to pee on me in fifteen minutes. I still liked the breaking of a taboo, but didn’t mention it; partly, as Gemini – unlike the previous week – had instantly grabbed my hand.