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Chapter 59 — The Slower the Better
Tina was on summer break and thus back in town for a few weeks, and so we had done a titillating role-play the previous week. I had taped her shop-lifting at the supermarket and then blackmailed her to go to a hotel with me, where we had fucked profusely and peed on each other. She had pretended to be naive and inexperienced, which we both liked, and now she was telling me to meet her upstairs at the bookstore at the same supermarket the following Thursday.
She didn’t want to divulge more, it seemed. Did she want me to catch her stealing again? Well, she had really liked the two hours at the hotel; perhaps she did want to do something similar again. But then, I thought she had a little more imagination. Sure, we could recycle the idea at some point, but two shop-lifting/blackmailing role-plays in a row?!
However, I liked the book- and stationary shop at the supermarket, just because I liked all book- and stationary stores. And the old hotel where we ended up the previous week was just around the corner. So everything seemed set. Tina was shrewd and clever, so I could be certain she was going to lead me into something she would enjoy. And, to be fair, the last time I had suggested what we would do, and today it was her turn.
So I arrived ten minutes early and checked out the shelves. There were only a few books in English, but I found the Vietnamese school books more interesting anyway. Tina wasn’t here yet, but as conscientious and organized she was, that was probably part of the role-play. Well, I could amuse myself here for at least another half-an-hour. For a little while, I played with a large globe and even thought of buying it. But then I would have had to carry it around with me. Another time.
From the corner of my eye, I now saw Tina and a friend enter the bookstore. The two young women were chatting excitedly and laughed here and there. Tina was wearing her long, white high-school dress, which was odd, as she was a third-year student in college and it was summer, so school was out. Apparently, we were in for another afternoon of innocent sensual exploration. Her friend was sporting the uniform of the Vietnamese Youth Organization: a blue blouse and dark-blue, tailored pants. Obviously, we didn’t know each other today, as the two of them turned into a different aisle, ignoring me for now.
Wearing her long high-school dress could also mean that she was pretending to still be a virgin. Wouldn’t that be something?! Now, I saw the girls looking at me, but they made efforts to be discreet about it. Did they want to have a threesome? Or why had Tina brought her friend?! Now, the other girl was apparently telling Tina a story, as she just listened and nodded with her eyes wide open once in a while. I sauntered closer to them to eavesdrop, looking at nice, expensive stationary here on the shelf to appear inconspicuous.
If Tina wanted to have a threesome, though, she should have brought a more attractive buddy. The girl here was chunky: her shoulders were narrower than her hips, but her belly was protruding further out than her boobs. She also had glasses—which wasn’t a big deal—but I wouldn’t want to hold her doughy, sallow face between my hands. I knew that much already. And her butt was rather big and seemed really heavy. But why had she brought her?
Well, apparently, she was off now. The two of them waved goodbye to each other, and Tina slowly went to the English text book section here to my left. She was looking up at a row of books on the shelves but couldn’t reach a particular book at the top and turned around for help. Her slim figure looked devastatingly graceful in her long, elegant dress, which was the reason why I didn’t instantly spring to help her. Eventually, though, I offered a hand, as I was seven or eight inches taller than she was.
Tina blushed, told me which book exactly, and thanked me. Now, we were standing next to each other and kinda looking at the book together. When she looked up again, she asked me if I was an English teacher here in town, which was very likely, as there was virtually no other way for a foreigner to eke out a living in a small provincial Vietnamese town. And there were hardly any tourists passing through.
The dress that Tina was wearing had two long slits on the sides, which already started about five inches below her armpits. The upper part of those dresses went either down to a woman’s knees or feet. Underneath, girls and women wore long, comfortable pants with a rubber waistband, which meant that one could usually see small triangles of flesh above the waistband on both sides. As the dress was at least three years old, it was a little tight, and I admired Tina’s skin here on her side, under her arm. I asked her, though, why she had dressed up in late August when there was no school:
“Well, yes, you’re right. But my friend and I got the highest marks on our final exams, so our principal invited us for lunch today. Well, my friend Şerifali Escort got a little chubby over the last two months, so her dress doesn’t fit her anymore. But, of course, she doesn’t want another one made at this point,” Tina giggled. “That’s why she was wearing the uniform of the Youth Organization.”
“Your English is excellent,” I complimented her immediately. “And that was a very thorough explanation. Wow! So, your friend gained so much weight in the last two months?” I asked incredulously. “Is she sick?”
“I guess you can call it that,” Tina laughed, surprisingly. “No, seriously, she has her first boyfriend, and they are madly in love. They eat out all the time, and she’s lost all control over herself. He seems to make good money, and perhaps he likes thick girls,” she added, giggling again.
As I only nodded, Tina extended her hand and introduced herself: “My name is Khanh, by the way. But you can call me Tina …”
“Hi. I’m Ben,” I said, shaking her hand. “Yeah, your English is astoundingly good,” I reiterated.
“Yeah, I wanna be a teacher,” she nodded. “In ten days, I’m moving to Saigon and start university,” she said proudly.
Under her dress, her lacy bra was heaving, which was probably the same one she had been wearing at the hotel a few days back. Perhaps, she was also wearing the beautiful lacy panties that went with it. I’d probably find out.
“Are you done with your shopping?” she asked me, as she probably wanted us to leave.
“Yeah, pretty much. Actually, I don’t need anything right now,” I nodded. “How about you?”
She didn’t reply but just turned, and we left the store, nodding at the clerk. We went diagonally across the lobby and down the escalator. Standing on the stairs in front of the supermarket, I pretended I wanted to say goodbye but Tina of course, had other plans.
“Say, Mister Ben, I always want to improve my English. Would you have an hour to go to a café with me? I don’t have too many opportunities for that …”
I pretended that I had to calculate how much free time I actually had, but then, naturally, relented. In the meantime, however, she had conceived another idea:
“Or how about we go to my house?! There, I could change, too. As beautiful as the dress is, it’s a little warm, …” she smiled. “My parents aren’t there, you know …” she added coyly.
“Well, if that’s ok …” I replied hesitatingly. “I mean … that you bring someone home …”
She assured me that wasn’t a problem at all: “You look nice, and I’m 18 and done with school. And my parents know I always want to improve my English. Don’t worry …”
Tina had come here on her motorcycle and told me to follow her home, which was about two miles. When we stopped at a traffic light, she looked at me cheekily if not wantonly. I checked her out a little more openly, too, hoping I didn’t have a lecherous look on my face. After all, she had just completed high school.
When we got to her house, we parked next to the entrance and went it. She locked the door behind us once we were inside, saying that was customary (which it wasn’t). She hung the keys on a nail on the wall and put her bag down on the floor next to the door in her room.
“Well, let me get changed first,” she said with a smile.
“Do you want me to wait in the hall?” I offered.
“Oh, no, I invited you to my house; I can’t let you wait in the dark by yourself. Just sit here at the desk, I’ll change behind the big wardrobe door over there.”
Apparently, she had already thought that through. In real life, her changing in my presence would hardly have happened, but for a bashful, coy role-play, she had just found the right level of piquancy to stir into the mix.
“It won’t take long!” she yelled from behind the wardrobe door, which was actually big enough to cover her.
First, she took off her pants, which she then tossed onto the foot end of the bed behind her, across the room from where I was sitting. Then, she asked me to come over to open her zipper in the back, which I did quickly, a little too quickly, actually. I had also seen her bra-fastener but felt it would have been too early. She laughed, however, popping her head out from behind the door, saying:
“You don’t need to run away from me like that,” which was cute and charged the whole situation little more.
Now, she took off her dress, and since she had to bend forward a little for that, I saw her butt pop out from behind the wardrobe door. And, yes, it was clad in a pair of ravishing lacy white panties. Now she even took off her bra and began to search for some more comfortable clothes to wear. She picked a nice white ‘wife-beater’ undershirt made from thick, soft cotton and dark-blue sports shorts that weren’t too tight. When she stepped out of the shadow of the wardrobe door, she looked down on herself and realized, however, that I could see her nipples, so she also put on a light, black blouse with red and blue flowers, which she didn’t button, though.
“I Üsküdar Escort just don’t like bras,” she laughed as she was passing me on the way to the kitchen.
I could hear her clinking and clanking things but then she returned with a tray, which she put on a stool near the bed. She handed me a glass of iced tea and told me to come to the bed. She actually was spreading the cover as I was walking over.
“I only have one chair in my room here. Of course, I could get another one, but couldn’t we just sit here on the bed?” she asked rhetorically.
I hesitated, as the role-play sort of demanded, but then sat down. I leaned against the wall below the bookshelf, while she plopped down close, perpendicular to me. Then she requested that I tell her more about myself.
While we’re talking, I admired her thighs again, which had an interesting texture. Her blood vessels were shining through her skin, which made her skin look marbled. My dick was pumping itself up, and since I wanted her to see that, I placed my shirttails next to my crotch. Now, she got up and fetched a notebook and then sat down again.
“Before I forget,” she said, “Here’s a list with idioms. Could you, please, check them, now that you’re here?” she requested.
I wasn’t sure if she had seen my stiff cock twitch in my pants. Holding the notebook, my left hand was covering it now, as I was looking at her list. Since I knew that that was just a filibuster and that there must have been a reason why she had dragged the other girl to the bookstore, I decided to dwell on that, rather than checking the list of idioms.
“At the bookstore, Tina, you laughed so wholeheartedly … may I ask what your friend was telling you?”
“Well, I’ve told you already that she’s got a boyfriend now. Her first … and they just had sex for the first time, like yesterday or two days ago …”
“Well, that’s awesome!” I exclaimed. “Isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it was the first time for both of them, and, apparently it was pretty good. He was really tender, and Thao said she like ‚exploded’ … she told me everything about it,” Tina laughed.
“You’d call that an ‘orgasm’,” I told her, as this was the kind of thing she would want to learn in our role-play today.
All of a sudden, though, Tina seemed lost in thought.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked her concerned, placing the back of my hand on her cheek like an old friend or father.
“Oh, nothing. I just remembered my first time,” she lied. “Which wasn’t as pretty. My mother caught us, me and my boyfriend, here on the bed.”
That wasn’t true, of course, as I had actually deflowered her myself about 18 months ago in Saigon but, needless to say, I played along:
“Oh, was your mother mad?”
“Not exactly. But she saw my boyfriend’s penis, after he had pulled out, and then also the blood here on the sheets. Well, at least we had made it that far …” she said laconically.
“Well, Tina, shit happens, so to speak. Don’t take it to heart!” I tried to make her feel better. “Have you had the chance to do it again? I mean in a more enjoyable way …?” I asked, putting her notebook aside.
She nodded only unconvincingly and said: “Yeah, I did have sex again a few times, but it wasn’t as good as my friend Thao described her first time an hour ago at the bookstore.”
“Tina, this isn’t a competition. Take your time!” I urged her. “You will have wonderful sex soon … you’re young and healthy … and you’re beautiful,” I flattered her.
Which was more than true: she was absolutely captivating, especially the way she was sitting next to me. I could see the top of her right breast above her white undershirt and, under the fabric, I also sensed her nipple. I hadn’t noticed that she had opened her blouse … well, perhaps it was just coincidence.
Coincidence or not, my dick was pumping again, and it was only a matter of time before it would hurt. I would have to take off my pants; the question was just how to do it on a graceful and elegant fashion.
Suddenly, Tina got up to switch on the wall fan above me. As her shorts were kinda loose, I could look underneath them past her thigh, straight at her panties and crotch. As her underwear largely consisted of lace, I could even see her pubic hair. Her crotch was nicely bulging outward and heaving. And there were even some hairs sticking out, here on the right-hand side. With a little bit of imagination, I thought I could even smell some of her pussy aroma.
“Oh … aahh, shit!” she yelled all of a sudden, and before I was thoroughly woken up from my reveries, a vase full with water landed in my lap. As the liquid was seeping into my pants and underwear, I jumped up and took them off. Tina, still standing on the bed, smacked her mouth with one hand and apologized:
“I’m … I’m … sooo sorry …”
She was giggling, though, as she jumped off the bed to fetch me a towel, with which I dried myself. Then she dabbed the bed, while I spread my shorts and Ümraniye Escort underpants on the swivel chair at the desk. She grabbed the vase and flowers and went to the kitchen, while I folded the blanket in a way that I got a somewhat dry area to sit on. Leaning against the wall again, I sadly realized that my dick had gotten a little smaller in the meantime. Fortunately, it still felt somewhat large and heavy under my shirt tails.
When Tina got back without the vase, she looked at my naked legs, knowing that I wasn’t wearing underwear. She still decided to sit close to me and took off her sport shorts. I put up my left leg again for her to lean on it, which she did, and then I crossed her legs with my right leg, and she said:
“That’s better.”
I didn’t know what she meant by ‚better’: Was it fairer that she had taken off her sports shorts, since I wasn’t wearing underwear anymore? Or was it that we were sitting really close to each other now? Or that my naked, half-erect dick was only covered by a flimsy layer of fabric? Either way, it was hot, especially all these three things combined.
I couldn’t even think of correcting lists of idioms anymore, as my dick was pumping itself up again. Now, it seemed to be touching her thigh already, which electrified me instantly. I was sitting a little higher than she was on my folded blanket and thought of ways to prolong our incredibly hot, slow, sensual fore-play. Tina put one hand on her thigh, which had changed color form a light, pale yellow with blueish blood vessels to an aroused light pink. Even without any additional movement, my dick was going to touch her fingers in a minute or two.
Tina was breathing heavily, but neither of us seemed to have any idea how to make a little conversation. Well, the most obvious topic for me was to talk about one aspect of her beauty. I chose her underwear, as her panties were framing, revealing, and presenting her pubic mound more than they were concealing it. Those panties hadn’t been made or bought to cover a part of the body but to ensure that people realized that her crotch was the most important part of her body.
“Tina, your pussies … ahem, panties are stunning,” I told her, pointing at her crotch with my chin, blushing.
My dick grew by half-an-inch instantly, lifted itself up, and then ended up resting on her thigh. She must have noticed, but to simply pull my shirttails away would have meant spoiling the intriguing, electrifying tension between our bodies. It would have betrayed the titillating and tantalizing energy, which was flowing from her and bringing my blood to boil.
Tina opened her legs a little to expose more than just the upper half of her black pubic triangle under her panties. Like I’ve said before, there were some hairs sticking out here on the right, and I wondered if she had arranged that deliberately. I took one side of her blouse between two fingers and pulled it away like a flimsy curtain. I traced the contour of her breast and then caressed the onset of her boob above the fabric of her undershirt. Her nipple was definitely harder, longer, and more erect than before.
“Mister Ben, we don’t really know each other. But I love what you … what we’re doing,” she said, heaving. “I just don’t know if I’m ready for it,” she said poignantly.
“Stop thinking!” I counselled her. “Just do what you feel like doing. And enjoy what is being done to you. Let me spoil you!”
With these words—hers and my own—my dick had grown yet another half-an-inch. It had also risen once more, and Tina had moved as close to me as possible. Her thigh was touching my balls now. All that had happened under my shirt, which I now did pull aside. Mesmerized, we were now both looking at my long, erect rod resting on her thigh. After some hesitation, Tina caressed it’s back with the second digits of her fingers like a small pet.
To amuse her, I lifted my butt and tensed my pelvis muscles to make my dick twitch, and we watched my glans coming out under the foreskin like the head of a tortoise. Like two explorers in the jungle, we were looking at the exotic, mysterious animal. Was it dangerous? Tina’s mother had once said to her ‘Beware of the penis!’ I had always found that funny, but now was not the time for jokes. I could feel Tina tremble and pulled her blouse off her shoulder. She took the hint and took it off completely.
With my three-quarters-stiff dick on her leg, I reached for the strap of her undershirt und pulled it down her arm to reach inside. I massaged, caressed, and squeezed her right breast, which was the size of a small apple. After I had let go, I admired her light-brown areola and erect nipple.
“Mister Ben, I don’t know if we can do that …” she was hitting the brakes again.
“Does my penis on your leg trouble you?”
“No, not at all. I like it …”
“Don’t worry, Miss Tina. It’s all harmless … if we continue like this, I’ll just come on your leg, your lap, and your bed. I’d actually like that. Have you ever watched a man ejaculate?”
She shook her head: “I jerked my boyfriend off once, but that was in the dark. He came in my hand. So, no, I haven’t seen it yet,” she lied. “To be honest,” she said with an impish smile, “I’d love to see it once.”