Surreptitious Love Ch. 32

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Chapter 32 — A Lovely Surprise in Da Nang

Before I would go back to Saigon to pick up my new passport and meet Tina again, my boss sent me to Da Nang to get some text books and other materials from our sister school, before the Corona virus shut-down would prevent us from doing so. My wife didn’t wanna join me, as she knew Da Nang well, and the weather was supposed to be bad: windy and rainy, as it often is in early March. Anyway, there was a new European butcher shop in Da Nang as well, and I was excited to stock up on some good meats and sausages during my short trip.

I got on the train on Friday evening to stay in Da Nang for one night and take care of things on Saturday morning. Following a recommendation of one of my colleagues, I stayed at the house of a young widow. He liked the place, and we thought it would be good to give some business to a struggling bed-and-breakfast owner. Her house was close to the beach, too, reasonably priced, and really nice overall. I had checked it out on the internet.

The train was late, though, as so often, and I only got to the homestay around ten-thirty. Mrs. Binh was still up, however, waiting for me, and greeted me warmly with a pot of tea. She showed me my room, but then we stood around a little awkwardly. She was still attractive at around 42 but, of course, still grief-stricken, as her husband had only died the previous year.

Since she was a Buddhist, I brushed off the thought of having sex with her immediately. She would meet her husband again in some sort of afterlife, and she would have to explain any shenanigans to him. She did smell good, however, when she walked past me back to the door of the room before she wished me a good night. When she turned around one more time and stood in the doorframe, I was tempted to ask her to stay.

On the other hand, she had a reputation for being very strict about bringing women to her establishment. One young teacher at our school had gotten in trouble once here at her place. I wasn’t planning on taking a girl back, though, as I was only here for one night and it was past eleven now. I wasn’t gonna go out again, as it was stormy and nippy. I just aired out the room for a few minutes and then closed the balcony door. I just read a little before I went to sleep.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Binh knocked on my door like something had happened. But, no, she just wanted to eat breakfast together with me. I was still drowsy but also moved how nicely she had prepared everything. As a widow, she probably ate alone a lot, but today was a chance to show off her cooking stills and be a good host. She had made fried eggs and bought banh mi, little baguettes, which I loved. She spoke a little English–and I some Vietnamese–so that we even got a decent conversation going. Now that I was looking at her again, I asked myself why she and her husband, apparently, never had children. She was sweet, attractive, and seemed very intelligent. I didn’t want to inquire, though, as that may have stirred up painful memories.

I mean, if she really wanted me to stay another night, I could do that. But she probably wouldn’t say anything. A night of sex with a stranger was simply not on her radar, I guessed. Well, I postponed the decision about another night, and just went to the branch of our English Center here in town to take care of things. Perhaps I and Mrs. Binh could have dinner together and take things from there? Maybe I would ask her this afternoon.

Since I had gotten up so early, I was in really good shape, time-wise. I chose to walk, as the weather was surprisingly pleasant this morning. I had told Mrs. Binh that I’d be back around noon. I went to the library at said English school and chatted with a few of my colleagues, who I only saw once or twice a year. When I was done with everything, I started to walk back towards the Han bridge and, ultimately, Mrs. Binh’s homestay. As it was still early, I started thinking about having a coffee or two.

When I was passing a large coffee shop, a young woman called my name. I turned around and saw ‘Elizabeth’, a former student of mine, who was sitting at a table with her parents and her younger sister, who I also had had as a student. Their table was up on a little stage, and so I was looking at them at an odd angle. For a split-second, I thought about only waving and continuing, but then I decided to walk over to the table for a quick chat.

Of course, they invited me to sit down. Well, as I had wanted to have coffee anyway, perhaps this was for the best. They all moved their chairs to accommodate me, and Elizabeth, whose actual name was Linh, translated everything. I saw a pack of smokes in front of the dad, so I lit one myself, and we exchanged some pleasantries. Linh was studying medicine in Hanoi, but all universities remained closed because of the pandemic. Linh was one year younger than Tuyet and Tina, about 19. She had gone to the same school, though.

Linh told me that bursa escort bayan they were on their way to a matinee but had only three tickets. So, they wanted to try to get a fourth one outside the theater before the show. But then they couldn’t all sit together. The younger daughter and the mother definitely wanted to go, but if there wasn’t a fourth ticket available, the father would just have another coffee and wait somewhere close, they told me. Now that I was looking at the mother, I realized how beautiful she was. But she also seemed to be suffering a little, definitely deeper than from not having a fourth ticket. I guess I could provide company to the father while he was waiting, although my Vietnamese wasn’t that great.

When we had finished our drinks, Linh had another idea: She would spend the two hours with me, provided I was fine with that. Originally, I had wanted to go to that Austrian butcher shop, as I said, but that could wait. I had always liked ‘Liz’, as she was really brilliantly intelligent. She had won multiple competitions and had taken part in many national science contests. After I first met her, I thought she was arrogant, as she kept herself busy doing other things during class. But I learned that that was just how her mind worked. She always knew where we were.

Linh had a page boy haircut. The tips of her hair on both sides were long enough, however, that they met under her chin. In other words, her hair framed her face. She wore rectangular glasses behind which her small, squinty eyes glinted. Linh was a little taller than most girls and also rather womanly. Not stocky, not chubby, just well-built. As I hadn’t seen her for almost two years, I was sure we would have a lot to talk about. The father insisted on paying for the coffee, and when that was done, they took off.

I asked Linh if she wanted yet another coffee but she declined. Her walking was impaired, however, as she had had a stroke when she was about ten. She limped; her left knee faced outwards, and she only walked on the ball of her left foot. In other words, going for a stroll wasn’t an option.

“Where do you want to go?” I asked after she had objected to staying.

“Are you at a hotel as long as you’re here?” she asked.

“No, in a homestay. But, yeah. On the other side of the river,” I added. “There’s a nice balcony facing the beach.”

“Well, Ben, the weather is nice but I can’t walk far, as you know,” she summarized the situation. “Can’t we just go to your place?”

“Sure. We could sit on the balcony, and then your parents come and pick you up?” I knew Mrs. Binh didn’t like male patrons bringing women around, but I felt this was an exception.

Linh smiled and nodded: „Sure. Why not. Let me get an Uber.”

She got her phone out, and while we were waiting, I explained Mrs. Binh’s policy to her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to her. I’m used to explaining my situation,” she replied. “I’m sure her stance concerns unmarried couples staying overnight. But I’m not going to sleep at her house,” she giggled.

“I’m sure your parents wouldn’t want that,” I only said, not feeling overly flirtatious.

Of course, I could have asked her if she wanted to spend the night with me, but that would have been fatuous. I kept all sexual innuendo to myself and then, conveniently, the taxi arrived. We fell onto the backseat, and I looked at her a little more closely.

Linh was wearing a grey-and-white-checked, knee-long dress and grey crocs, which, I was sure, she only did because of her disability. They were easy to get in and out of and probably pretty comfortable. Her breasts seemed relatively small, while her body was almost wifely. She could have been 26. By and large, she had a stunning figure. I remembered now that once, maybe three years back—as I was smoking outside my classroom—I had checked out her butt as she was standing in the door frame of my classroom, talking to the students inside. She had been wearing black jeans that day. I found that her left knee pointing outward and her left heel resting on her right foot didn’t detract from her beauty at all.

By and large, her countenance radiated confidence and almost pride. She was a survivor, who had developed a sense of humor about her situation. I was certain her minor disability made her more determined in everything she did. That’s why the multiple prizes in those school competitions. I wasn’t sure about her love-life, but she didn’t strike me as a virgin. Maybe she would tell me the next hour if she had a boyfriend. I only hoped Mrs. Binh would let us go upstairs.

When we arrived, Mrs. Binh wasn’t there. So I unlocked the door and went in. There was a jar with lemonade on the kitchen table, in which I dropped a few large ice cubes and took it with me upstairs. I opened the balcony door, set two folding chairs next to the table, and poured two glasses.

I was just about to say something when there was a knock on the door. bursa anal yapan escort Of course, it was the landlady, who wanted to know who the woman was I had taken back to the room. Linh, who obviously wasn’t a hooker, came to the door and explained herself to Mrs. Binh, who must have seen Linh limp, too. When Linh pointed at her leg, Mrs. Binh nodded, apologized, and then retreated. We sat back down on the balcony, and I asked if everything was fine.

“Yeah, yeah, she understands. She reiterated, however, that it was illegal for unmarried men and women to be in a rented room together.”

“I really think that’s overnight. But maybe she thought you’d stay,” I laughed. “She’s probably worried about losing her license or permit.”

Anyway, we started to talk about university, work, and, of course, the virus. After about ten or fifteen minutes, Linh excused herself to go to the bathroom. I lit a cigarette and enjoyed the view of the ocean. I heard some rustling of clothes behind me in the room but when I turned I couldn’t see Linh. Perhaps she had gone back to the bathroom, I thought. Eventually, I could hear her calling my name. Worried, I got up and saw that she was in bed. Her dress was draped over the chair here to my left.

“Ben, do you want to talk the whole hour?” she asked, actually asking something else.

She leaned against the headrest with her knees close to her chest and had covered herself with the blanket up to her collarbones. She was still wearing her bra, and her arms were outside. She pulled one pillow from behind her and offered it to me. Her toes were sticking out, too, and she was watching them like they were someone else’s. Obviously, she wanted me to join her, and so I took off my shirt and shorts and sat down next to her. We knew we weren’t going to continue our conversation. When she lifted up the blanket and moved several inches away, I lied down next to her.

It was, of course, an odd situation. For a split-second I thought she might just be tired and wanted to rest, but she could have done that on the bedspread with her dress on. I had never thought of banging Linh, but it sure looked like that’s what we were going to do now. We just needed a charming start.

I put a strand of hair behind her ear, which made her look and smile at me. I got up again to pee (and to check quietly if the door was locked). When I came out of the restroom, I saw that her bra was on top of her dress and, apparently, she had already locked the door. I looked at her as I was walking back towards the spot next to her, and she seemed anxious to know if we would do it or if I perhaps had changed my mind and would ask her to get up and dress.

She was lying flat now, with the blanket back up to her chin. As she had taken off her bra, I turned away from her and took off my underpants, before I hopped in bed with her. I moved backwards towards the bed, so she couldn’t see my half-erect dick. She grinned when I finally was back next to her.

Now we were lying naked next to each other. Although, Linh was probably still wearing her panties, as I couldn’t spot them on the chair over there. Well, they could be under her dress, but probably weren’t. Our arms were touching but, otherwise, we were lying quietly like brother and sister. I thought I could feel the cotton of her underwear against my hip. We were looking at the ceiling and listened to each other’s breathing. I ask myself again if she still was a virgin but I doubted it. I still wasn’t convinced that she wanted to fuck, though. Sure, one could interpret what she did that way, but it seemed so innocent and so unusual. Perhaps she just liked to cuddle?

Less than an hour ago, I was having coffee with her family. And then Linh convinced Mrs. Binh that she was only here to chat and drink lemonade. Five or ten minutes later, we’re naked in bed together, while the landlady was probably less than ten feet away from us, as the crow flies. I was sure Mrs. Binh would knock again to double-check what was going on. Since we couldn’t lie here like that forever, I turned a little and put my arm under her neck.

Linh grinned and removed her glasses, which I took as a sign that she wanted to be kissed. I also let my hand travel, first on her soft belly and then on to her breasts, which she seemed to like a lot. Encouraged, I caressed her midsection, but when I wanted to lift the blanket to see her body, she held it down with both arms.

This whole situation was utterly charming but also a little strange: It was eleven-thirty in the morning, and there had been no foreplay. We were pretty much naked, but neither of us was saying anything. But it was beautiful in its own way. It was just that we didn’t have much more time, as the matinee would be over in forty-five minutes. So I put my fingers inside her panties and felt her bush. Finally, she lifted her butt and pulled her panties down herself, which she then triumphantly bursa rus escort threw over onto the other bed before I could sniff them.

Now, she turned towards me and tried to locate my dick. When she found it, she pushed the foreskin back like she had done that before and started playing with my glans. But when I told her to use some spit, she let herself fall on her back and opened her legs. As I was feeling how wet her pussy was, she only whispered:

“Let’s do it! Come on in!”

“Are you sure you aren’t ovulating today?” I wanted to know.

The future doctor nodded and said somewhat cryptically: “No, not today.”

I couldn’t tell if she actually knew what and why I had asked, but I simply gave in to the dynamics of the events. I didn’t really know how it had happened, but now my dick was inside a beautiful young woman, one of my former students, who I had bumped into an hour ago here in Da Nang. Linh had her teeth clenched and was breathing past them. She also started writhing a little and let out some cute little moans. After some thrusting, my dick had disappeared completely inside her pussy.

Linh’s moist, velvety sheath was massaging my dick, and I knew it wouldn’t take long before I would splash a nice load inside her. Getting gently fucked really seemed to make her happy; she was just enjoying everything with her eyes closed. I thrusted only at medium speed to make everything last longer and to get her closer to an orgasm. Once, I thought about changing positions, but the way we were united right now was pretty much perfect. Was there a specific reason why Linh didn’t want me to examine her body closely? Perhaps she thought of herself as fairly unattractive. Or perhaps the missionary position was all she’d ever done? Maybe no one had ever gone down on her, so she didn’t know that was an option …

Now, I propped my upper body up on my arms and hands and, thus, saw her breasts. Her nipples were pinkish and relatively small. I made a plan not to let her dress before I hadn’t seen, kissed, and touched everything. Maybe we could take a shower together and I could then explore her body in all its glory.

Meanwhile, we both were close to our orgasm. Perhaps another ten thrusts and then I would explode. This was perhaps the best feeling of all. I was taking my time, but then I couldn’t help it and released a formidable stream of cum in Linh. At least, it felt more like a flush than individual splashed. I suppressed an atavistic roar, as Mrs. Binh was surely downstairs in the kitchen, while Linh winced more than she screamed or groaned.

Even though I hadn’t felt any resistance in her pussy, I was worried now that there could be blood on the linen, which would ruin my good relationship with the proprietor. But I didn’t want to ruin the moment and check right away. My dick had gotten smaller already but was still inside Linh. I lowered myself onto my forearms and kissed her. Now, our noses touched.

“Beautiful,” I said and smiled. “Was this your first time?” I was curious.

“No, why?” she replied, slightly confused.

“Well, you didn’t want me to look at your body. You seemed embarrassed. Perhaps that’s why.”

I dismounted and lied down on my side next to her. She laughed and pulled the blanket back to expose her complete body. Her pubic fur was wet, sticky, and shiny but just as I wanted to caress her, there was another knock on the door. I was pissed, but there was no way we could not open the door. We got dressed super quickly, but without underwear, which we threw under the blanket. I let Linh open the door and sat back down on the bed.

After ten seconds of friendly banter, Mrs. Binh asked to speak to me. I was worried for split-second, but she only wanted me to know that she’d be gone for a few hours. She also suggested that I should stay another night. I only nodded, however, and closed the door.

When I looked at Linh again, we both lost it completely. The knocking had interrupted our after-play, but now that we knew we’d be alone in the house, there was no stopping us. We devoured each other’s faces with our mouths, while we had our hands in each other’s hair. One minute later, I lifted up her dress to massage her buttocks and pussy, while she opened my pants.

I looked down on her and admired Linh’s furry triangle again. She seemed taken aback for a moment, but then she presented herself more self-confidently. Perhaps she had become somewhat defensive about her body over the last ten years because of her disability. And maybe it was difficult for her to imagine that a man could desire her vehemently. Whatever the case, I squeezed her pussy, felt my sperm dripping out, and rubbed the juices all over her midsection. By now she had managed to get my pants off me and took my half-stiff dick in her mouth.

As she was sucking, I caressed her hair, certainly leaving traces of sperm in it. Anyway, we’d go and take a shower after we had fucked one more time. Her knees seemed to hurt, though, as she now got up and went to the bed, where she kneeled down, presenting me her savory butt and her slightly dark, wet pussy between her buttocks. My dick was surprisingly stiff again, so that I just kneeled behind her and licked her cleft. Linh asked if she should take her dress off but I only winced:

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