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Chapter 167 - Tattoo-Sketches on naked Skin</p>
One enthralling project that Mira and I had been planning for months was to meet up with Sally and Emily, so that the latter could draw enticing ideas for new tattoos on Mira's young skin. Mira was 25 and a colleague of mine from the Philippines, who I had been having an affair with for more than two years now. Once, around last Christmas, Emily and Sally had surprised Mira and me at the old, empty hotel, where our orgy circle was still meeting occasionally, which had turned into a veritable bash. As absurd as the situation had been: Mira and I had been naked on the bed when Sally and Emily had appeared in the door, but then extrovert Emily had saved our day by slowly disrobing and taking matters - my cock, in particular - in her dexterous hands.
Eventually, we had even gotten Sally to almost undress fully, apart from her skirt, while Emily and Mira had jerked me off to the point where I splashed my cum onto Sally's ample bosom, before Mira and Emily lost themselves on and in each other. Their rumpus had, in turn, driven Sally into my welcoming arms. As bashful as she was and as inexperienced as she seemed, we had still managed a nice round of intercrural sex, standing over by the window, where we had been able to admire my glans peeking out from her flawless young thighs, directly under her pussy and substantial bush, like it had been her own.
As Mira and Emily had the hots for each other, they would certainly turn the tattoo-sketching session into a wild bash again; there was no doubt about that. Which would leave me with Sally again, whose name was actually Quynh, but I had no idea how far she was prepared to go. She had started her sensual relationship with her colleague Emily, who was around the same age as Mira, about eight months ago, and the two of them had turned the only semi-furnished room at the old hotel into a genuine love nest. They had added posters to the walls, brought a tablecloth from home, and even organized a small foldable shelf. Sally was only 19 or 20 and still seemed to be a virgin; I was a tad surprised that she agreed to join us this week, as she must have known in which direction our journey would go again.
But then, on the other hand, she was healthy, fresh as a daisy as well as sexually mature and, obviously, enjoyed her sensual relationship with Emily - as she had our two rousing hours at the old hotel the day we met around Christmas. Apart from her skirt, we had gotten her to undress, and I then had ejaculated onto her dazzling bosom. Like I just said, later I had pushed my rod between her gorgeous young thighs from behind and come on her striking brown thimble-sphincter. Eventually, we had rounded everything off when we had showered together. I hadn't really explored her snatch and only taken fleeting glances at her substantial bush, as I didn't want to be brash - which I had come to regret a bit - but, apparently, I would get another chance to do so later this week. Perhaps Sally could blow me this time, too.
The ladies wanted to meet directly at the old Art Deco hotel, without going to a coffee shop, first, which was fine with me, as it indicated zest for action. And so, I just bought some sherbets and ice cubes on the way, making sure to arrive first, as I was the one who had the keys to the old stately pile of bricks, which was being managed by my long-term affair Nguyet's real estate company. As there was still only a fraction of tourists coming to our town after Covid, it was still unclear what would eventually happen to the building which, initially, Nguyet had turned into a love nest for herself and her multiple affairs by salvaging some furniture, a bunch of old curtains - for her peeing fetish - and half-a-dozen of mattresses that were still in good shape, until Emily and Sally had decorated and prettified the only semi-furnished room over the last eight months.
Well, now that I was smoking outside, waiting for the three of them, I also thought of the cozy maid's chamber under the roof, on the sixth and last floor, which had a bed, a wooden wardrobe, and a classy chiffonier with a dull mirror in it. I folded the old, caramel-colored curtains hanging over the banister in the lobby, as we had washed them after our last session here, during which the ladies had again emptied their bladders. As the three damsels still hadn't arrived, I went back outside in the shade to smoke another ciggy, and scrolled once more through Sally's photo collection on Instagram. Needless to say, I had already done this thirty-nine times, but she had an intriguing sense of fashion. In one picture, for instance, she was wearing a black miniskirt and tights, coupled with jackboots and a trench coat, which was rather unusual for a young woman in our nondescript provincial town here in Central Vietnam.
The only slightly strange thing in the picture was her yellow knitted sweater, which I thought didn't really go with the cool boots and coat. But then, the day we met, she was wearing an old-fashioned vanilla knitted or even crocheted waistcoat over her white posh blouse, which she had combined Manavgat Escort (https://manavgat.t2bro.net/) with a green tweed skirt that looked like she may have borrowed it from her mother. I would never forget the moment she appeared in the door of the room on the fourth floor here at the hotel, especially since Mira and I had been naked, after a shower, before which she had micturated upon me kneeling over my head, wearing a tight blue skirt, which had nicely amplified the noise and - even better: smell.
But yeah, Sally, with her Prince Valiant haircut, was not only beautiful but also stinking cool, in her own way; partially, as she seemed to have fallen out of time. Her era would have been the 1920s, the Jazz Age. She probably didn't know what flappers were, but she decidedly looked like one. Or a silent movie star. Her eyes were extremely active, like she was constantly scanning the environment for news, which might have been just some tick, or an indication of nervousness. Which was understandable, as young as she was and as inexperienced as she seemed. I cannot even imagine what she must have felt when she saw Mira and me naked on the bed, in the room that she had adorned with Emily. But Sally held up well; and our semi-bashful bash was actually one of the more moving sexual experiences I'd ever had. Yeah, she was drop-dead gorgeous.
When I finally saw the three approaching on two motorcycles, I was a bit disappointed to see Sally in jeans and a nondescript yellow T-shirt. Okay, it was too hot for a trench coat and boots today, but a dress or skirt would have been nice. Her smile and the way she had looked at me before they drove into the lobby behind my back made up for the minor disappointment, though. And, as far I was able to see, the young lady would take off her clothes in about 30 minutes, anyway. Mira was wearing that curious black skirt that was shorter on the left-hand side, but her ravishing light thigh had been on the other side of the motorcycle, so that I hadn't seen it properly. But all three of them seemed in exceedingly good spirits, as they were chatting and giggling while getting ready to go upstairs.
For a brief, fleeting moment, I thought of trying to change the setup, though: What, if Mira and Sally rolled around in bed today?! I had the hots for Emily, too, even though she was the least attractive of the bunch, as the various parts of her body appeared like they had been borrowed somewhere and then screwed together: her wide butt and labia didn't fit the rest of her slim body, while her boobs were disk-like and flat. She made up for it, however, by a voracious sexual appetite and a straightforwardness that was unmatched. Our first time alone, we had met across the street on a park bench, where I - after only ten minutes or so - had felt compelled to reach for her camel toe in her jeans, which had been fine with her. More than that. When I told her another ten minutes later that we now would cross the street to fuck, she excitedly exclaimed' ?And how!' And yes, Emily was still the only one I had already banged in the lobby and then on our way up.
Needless to say, alas, the four of us had already divided into the two predictable pairs: Mira and Emily were ascending the stairs in front of Sally and me. And Mira was a bit jealous of Sally, anyway, since she knew how much I adored her. In some way, I was sure, Mira had given in to my father-daughter-roleplay idea only to lure me away from our new lithe friend. Bisexual as Mira was, though: didn't she find Sally attractive? Anyway, I would find out, eventually; today, it didn't matter. Looking down on Sally's legs, I discovered stitched stars and hearts on her blue jeans, which was cute. She apologized for not being available sooner, but she had to travel quite a bit at work. I now noticed that she was wearing a black bra under her older, yellow T-shirt, which did look hot and spiffy.
Well, since Sally was here, she had tacitly agreed to go a step or two further than during our previous encounter around Christmas, hadn't she? I felt my cock twitch for the first time, when I was looking at her butt in the kitchen, where we were getting glasses for the beer and soft drinks. Emily put something in the freezer, saying 'for later.' Eventually, we arrived at the semi-furnished room, where the ladies set their bags on the table and bed, while I was putting ice in the glasses to pour the beverages over it. Emily was the first to resolutely take off her pants, before she sat down on the bed with Mira. Slightly clumsily, Sally plopped her lovely ass down at the table by herself, but I waved her over to join me at the window, where I had lit another ciggy. Emily got her pens and sketch-paper out, but then fixed herself another drink, first, while Mira was taking off her polo-shirt.
It was a bit strange that Mira and I hadn't talked yet; after all those rousing encounters over the last three months. But then, I knew how keen she was on getting another tattoo or two, and she was probably also lusting for Emily, as her bisexualism had been neglected during our intense frolicking, ever since we had been surprised by Sally and Emily here Manavgat Escort bayan (https://manavgat.t2bro.net/) about 100 days back. And Mira was also a good sport; she knew how much I was after Sally, as inexperienced and bashful as she was. Mira lay down on her back now and fiddled the straps of her undershirt off her arms, so that Emily could draw on her shoulder and upper chest. As the material of her vest was rather thin, we could literally watch her nipples pump themselves up, while Emily was on her knees now, looking at her own sketches one more time.
Sally and I gingerly sat down next to each other on the edge of the bed. We both could see Mira's light panties under her short skirt, which caused Sally to blush a bit. Mira's boat-hull pussy was slim, but still protruding nicely, like it was already flushed with blood. Mira was smiling at me, while Sally was perhaps wondering if she shouldn't take off a token item of clothing. And, what about me?! Well, eventually, we all would be naked, but I felt we still needed a bit of time. When Emily leaned forward, which pressed her purple-pantied, fairly wide ass into the room, I felt we had reached the point of no return. But man, was her track wide; almost five inches. Anyway, I went to the bathroom to pee and then brought more beer and ice over to the bed, which prompted Mira to relieve herself of her skirt. Now, we could even see the bump of her large clit under the thin fabric of her girlish panties.
"Which one do you like best, dad?" she reminded me of our roleplay, which apparently wasn't completely over yet, even though it had shifted to those utterly rousing demonstrations how she had purportedly looked for a sugar daddy back in the Philippines, when she was a college student.
I examined the three different sketches and then handed them to Sally, so that she could have a look as well.
"Do you want to get a tattoo, too?" I asked her in passing.
Sally blushed, only shaking her head. Of the three sketches, I liked the dragon emerging from a Chinese character the best, even though the second one - which looked more like a company logo - was kinda cool, too. The third was a nice drawing of a dreaming woman's head in front of a typical Vietnamese landscape, but that was probably too elaborate and too large for a tattoo. Perhaps on Mira's thigh, though?
"This here..." I told Mira, as Sally was handing her the sketches back.
As much as I loved Mira, I wasn't into tattoos and, apparently, neither was Sally. Which was fine. Even though she had an elaborate sense of fashion and reminded me of a flapper, she didn't seem to be the type of young woman who felt the urge to have lasting dark marks on her perfect young skin. Emily was now sitting next to Mira's shoulders, and we could see her brownish outer labia as well as quite a few hairs sticking out from the normal-sized crotch piece of her panties. It looked almost gross, but I couldn't turn my head away from the small brown bananas, and neither could Sally. She blushed and shook her cool Prince Valiant head in amused mock-indignation. Shouldn't Sally and I undress, too?
"Are you going to wear the sketches for a week to see if you still like them?" I asked my roleplay daughter.
"Nah, just a day or two... we'll probably meet here again next week..." she chuckled.
"But Emily, are you using different pens this time?" I inquired.
The day we had met for the first time ever, she had spontaneously drawn onto Casey's voluptuous young body here, but then it had turned out that the ink wouldn't come off for three weeks, which had affected Casey's love-life, as she refused to undress in front of others for almost a month.
"Yeah, yeah... don't worry," Emily laughed and pushed her glasses up on her nose with the back of her index finger, as was her habit.
Yes, today was one of the first truly hot days this year. Looking at Sally's heaving formidable bosom, I wondered again, if we shouldn't partially undress, too, as I wanted to see the tattoo-idea emerge on my daughter's flawless skin. Or how about grinding off the first peeks of our emerging arousal preemptively, so that we could approach the whole thing more calmly afterwards?! Sally seemed to be ready to relieve herself of her jeans, as it was rather warm here in the room. And we all had seen each other naked already. Yeah, the whole situation was a tad awkward again, since - once we were naked - I would want to dive between Sally's enthralling thighs, but she probably wouldn't want the other two to watch.
As often in slightly awkward situations, I went to smoke and opened another beer. When I looked at the bed again from my vantage point here at the window, I saw that Sally got up to come over to take a large sip from my glass, before she also went into the bathroom to pee. I felt slightly melancholic, as I wanted her to micturate upon me today, but perhaps that would be too much. And then, right now was not the moment to instigate it, anyway. When she was back, we looked at Emily's swinging purple butt next to Mira's legs, while the latter's clit seemed to have swollen in the meantime.
"Hey, Ben?" Escort Manavgat (https://manavgat.t2bro.net/) Sally whispered. "Do you wanna go upstairs to that little chamber?" she asked. "You know, the maid's bedroom that you mentioned last time..."
I found it remarkable that she remembered that detail, out of all the tantalizing, salacious things that happened during those two hours we had been here in this room together. But it was true: I had brought up the bower to dissolve the stalemate, when Mira and I had been naked on the bed, while the other two had been standing next to it, fully dressed. But sure, if she wanted to go upstairs now... I asked Sally if she wanted to take the bottle of lube from the chair, next to the bathroom door.
"They might need that..." Sally chuckled, nodding at the bed. "And there should be a bit left in the other bottle upstairs... we've been to the chamber a few times..." she confessed.
Oh. Anyway, we waved at the two others, and I grabbed the beer and ice, after leaving two large cubes, two beers, and the soda for the ladies down here. Pointing at the ceiling with my index finger, I said:
"We gonna go to the little bower under the roof..."
Emily nodded, while Mira held one of her thumbs up. I expected some lewd, silly comment, but the two of them were already too engrossed in what they were doing. And they probably couldn't wait for us to bail, so that they could get naked and lick their snatches with relish. Knowing them, there was at least one dildo in one of their backpacks, too. Or two. Well, our departure wasn't glorious, but Sally and I would now try to pick up where we had left off more than three months back. I had no idea, though, in what sensual mood or how experienced she actually was. And how far she would be willing to go today.
Well, Sally grabbed my hand, as soon as we had left the room, which was a start, but only to pull me downstairs again to the kitchen, first, where she wanted to get ice-cream from the freezer. She offered to go by herself and get me some, but as there were different flavors, we ended up going together. And, of course, I wanted to soak in her beauty, even if she was just doing something mundane, like opening the fridge door. In the end, I picked mango, while Sally chose something wrapped in red-and-green, which could have been watermelon. As I was too lazy to drag two chairs to the balcony, we passed the fourth floor and slowly went all the way up to the mezzanine sixth floor, eating our ice-cream. The old creaking wooden stairs smelled nice of history, dust, and stories again; I mean, how many young damsels must have walked up here over the decades with their young, sweaty asses covered in flimsy, modest panties?!
The first things I saw in the chamber were the almost empty gel bottle and some string on the chiffonier. Well, well, well... We sat down on the bed to finish our ice-cream, and I thought of talking about our first encounter 100 days back. As Sally was done before me, she nonchalantly got up and took off her jeans, like she was hot. Just like that. She was wearing nano-black underwear, made from material that reminded me of pantyhose. Perhaps it was a blend of nylon and cotton? Man, did she look hot, even though her panties were at least six inches long on the sides, completely opaque, and had absolutely no lace. The pair reminded me a bit of those gym shorts female volleyball players wear. Snazzy. Darn snazzy.
When she had taken off her T-shirt, I noticed that, curiously, the waistband was slightly thinner and therefore lighter, appearing brownish. But yeah, I thought the choice was clever, as Sally could have sat in those panties downstairs on the bed in complete comfort. And she seemed thoroughly at ease, so that I also undressed, once I had finished my ice-cream. Seeing my dick provoked her, in turn, to take off her bra, which opened in the front - another good choice - after which she looked at her boobs in the mirror, like she wasn't sure what they actually looked like. Sure, she could have disrobed more lasciviously, but then her pragmatism was actually pretty darn sexy. She sat down near the headrest of the bed - with her panties still on - pulled her knees up as close to her chest as possible, put her forearms up on her knees, before she lowered her chin onto the whole arrangement.
Covering her semi-naked body in such rousing fashion, Sally smiled at me, looking at my whipping cock. At least, she had seen it before.
"It's balmy up here," I clumsily began our game of intercourse-chess.
"Finally..." she replied.
Did she mean the weather? Or that we were finally continuing our previous, unfinished encounter? Or that we had disconnected ourselves from Emily and Mira and were alone? Or all of the above? Anyway, as I didn't want to be rash, I just sat down to her left, without offering her my cock to lick. I put one hand on her thigh, kinda in the middle, but when she moved, her left nipple touched the back of my right hand, which electrified both of us. Eventually, I turned a bit towards her, so that she could get a good eyeful of my cock, and we kissed for the first time. She put her left arm behind my back, so that she could move closer, kinda inviting me to caress her lovely, large left boob. After we both had begun to breathe more heavily, she decided to relieve herself of her panties and let me get a long look at her amazingly large, pitch-black, dense bush.
One enthralling project that Mira and I had been planning for months was to meet up with Sally and Emily, so that the latter could draw enticing ideas for new tattoos on Mira's young skin. Mira was 25 and a colleague of mine from the Philippines, who I had been having an affair with for more than two years now. Once, around last Christmas, Emily and Sally had surprised Mira and me at the old, empty hotel, where our orgy circle was still meeting occasionally, which had turned into a veritable bash. As absurd as the situation had been: Mira and I had been naked on the bed when Sally and Emily had appeared in the door, but then extrovert Emily had saved our day by slowly disrobing and taking matters - my cock, in particular - in her dexterous hands.
Eventually, we had even gotten Sally to almost undress fully, apart from her skirt, while Emily and Mira had jerked me off to the point where I splashed my cum onto Sally's ample bosom, before Mira and Emily lost themselves on and in each other. Their rumpus had, in turn, driven Sally into my welcoming arms. As bashful as she was and as inexperienced as she seemed, we had still managed a nice round of intercrural sex, standing over by the window, where we had been able to admire my glans peeking out from her flawless young thighs, directly under her pussy and substantial bush, like it had been her own.
As Mira and Emily had the hots for each other, they would certainly turn the tattoo-sketching session into a wild bash again; there was no doubt about that. Which would leave me with Sally again, whose name was actually Quynh, but I had no idea how far she was prepared to go. She had started her sensual relationship with her colleague Emily, who was around the same age as Mira, about eight months ago, and the two of them had turned the only semi-furnished room at the old hotel into a genuine love nest. They had added posters to the walls, brought a tablecloth from home, and even organized a small foldable shelf. Sally was only 19 or 20 and still seemed to be a virgin; I was a tad surprised that she agreed to join us this week, as she must have known in which direction our journey would go again.
But then, on the other hand, she was healthy, fresh as a daisy as well as sexually mature and, obviously, enjoyed her sensual relationship with Emily - as she had our two rousing hours at the old hotel the day we met around Christmas. Apart from her skirt, we had gotten her to undress, and I then had ejaculated onto her dazzling bosom. Like I just said, later I had pushed my rod between her gorgeous young thighs from behind and come on her striking brown thimble-sphincter. Eventually, we had rounded everything off when we had showered together. I hadn't really explored her snatch and only taken fleeting glances at her substantial bush, as I didn't want to be brash - which I had come to regret a bit - but, apparently, I would get another chance to do so later this week. Perhaps Sally could blow me this time, too.
The ladies wanted to meet directly at the old Art Deco hotel, without going to a coffee shop, first, which was fine with me, as it indicated zest for action. And so, I just bought some sherbets and ice cubes on the way, making sure to arrive first, as I was the one who had the keys to the old stately pile of bricks, which was being managed by my long-term affair Nguyet's real estate company. As there was still only a fraction of tourists coming to our town after Covid, it was still unclear what would eventually happen to the building which, initially, Nguyet had turned into a love nest for herself and her multiple affairs by salvaging some furniture, a bunch of old curtains - for her peeing fetish - and half-a-dozen of mattresses that were still in good shape, until Emily and Sally had decorated and prettified the only semi-furnished room over the last eight months.
Well, now that I was smoking outside, waiting for the three of them, I also thought of the cozy maid's chamber under the roof, on the sixth and last floor, which had a bed, a wooden wardrobe, and a classy chiffonier with a dull mirror in it. I folded the old, caramel-colored curtains hanging over the banister in the lobby, as we had washed them after our last session here, during which the ladies had again emptied their bladders. As the three damsels still hadn't arrived, I went back outside in the shade to smoke another ciggy, and scrolled once more through Sally's photo collection on Instagram. Needless to say, I had already done this thirty-nine times, but she had an intriguing sense of fashion. In one picture, for instance, she was wearing a black miniskirt and tights, coupled with jackboots and a trench coat, which was rather unusual for a young woman in our nondescript provincial town here in Central Vietnam.
The only slightly strange thing in the picture was her yellow knitted sweater, which I thought didn't really go with the cool boots and coat. But then, the day we met, she was wearing an old-fashioned vanilla knitted or even crocheted waistcoat over her white posh blouse, which she had combined Manavgat Escort (https://manavgat.t2bro.net/) with a green tweed skirt that looked like she may have borrowed it from her mother. I would never forget the moment she appeared in the door of the room on the fourth floor here at the hotel, especially since Mira and I had been naked, after a shower, before which she had micturated upon me kneeling over my head, wearing a tight blue skirt, which had nicely amplified the noise and - even better: smell.
But yeah, Sally, with her Prince Valiant haircut, was not only beautiful but also stinking cool, in her own way; partially, as she seemed to have fallen out of time. Her era would have been the 1920s, the Jazz Age. She probably didn't know what flappers were, but she decidedly looked like one. Or a silent movie star. Her eyes were extremely active, like she was constantly scanning the environment for news, which might have been just some tick, or an indication of nervousness. Which was understandable, as young as she was and as inexperienced as she seemed. I cannot even imagine what she must have felt when she saw Mira and me naked on the bed, in the room that she had adorned with Emily. But Sally held up well; and our semi-bashful bash was actually one of the more moving sexual experiences I'd ever had. Yeah, she was drop-dead gorgeous.
When I finally saw the three approaching on two motorcycles, I was a bit disappointed to see Sally in jeans and a nondescript yellow T-shirt. Okay, it was too hot for a trench coat and boots today, but a dress or skirt would have been nice. Her smile and the way she had looked at me before they drove into the lobby behind my back made up for the minor disappointment, though. And, as far I was able to see, the young lady would take off her clothes in about 30 minutes, anyway. Mira was wearing that curious black skirt that was shorter on the left-hand side, but her ravishing light thigh had been on the other side of the motorcycle, so that I hadn't seen it properly. But all three of them seemed in exceedingly good spirits, as they were chatting and giggling while getting ready to go upstairs.
For a brief, fleeting moment, I thought of trying to change the setup, though: What, if Mira and Sally rolled around in bed today?! I had the hots for Emily, too, even though she was the least attractive of the bunch, as the various parts of her body appeared like they had been borrowed somewhere and then screwed together: her wide butt and labia didn't fit the rest of her slim body, while her boobs were disk-like and flat. She made up for it, however, by a voracious sexual appetite and a straightforwardness that was unmatched. Our first time alone, we had met across the street on a park bench, where I - after only ten minutes or so - had felt compelled to reach for her camel toe in her jeans, which had been fine with her. More than that. When I told her another ten minutes later that we now would cross the street to fuck, she excitedly exclaimed' ?And how!' And yes, Emily was still the only one I had already banged in the lobby and then on our way up.
Needless to say, alas, the four of us had already divided into the two predictable pairs: Mira and Emily were ascending the stairs in front of Sally and me. And Mira was a bit jealous of Sally, anyway, since she knew how much I adored her. In some way, I was sure, Mira had given in to my father-daughter-roleplay idea only to lure me away from our new lithe friend. Bisexual as Mira was, though: didn't she find Sally attractive? Anyway, I would find out, eventually; today, it didn't matter. Looking down on Sally's legs, I discovered stitched stars and hearts on her blue jeans, which was cute. She apologized for not being available sooner, but she had to travel quite a bit at work. I now noticed that she was wearing a black bra under her older, yellow T-shirt, which did look hot and spiffy.
Well, since Sally was here, she had tacitly agreed to go a step or two further than during our previous encounter around Christmas, hadn't she? I felt my cock twitch for the first time, when I was looking at her butt in the kitchen, where we were getting glasses for the beer and soft drinks. Emily put something in the freezer, saying 'for later.' Eventually, we arrived at the semi-furnished room, where the ladies set their bags on the table and bed, while I was putting ice in the glasses to pour the beverages over it. Emily was the first to resolutely take off her pants, before she sat down on the bed with Mira. Slightly clumsily, Sally plopped her lovely ass down at the table by herself, but I waved her over to join me at the window, where I had lit another ciggy. Emily got her pens and sketch-paper out, but then fixed herself another drink, first, while Mira was taking off her polo-shirt.
It was a bit strange that Mira and I hadn't talked yet; after all those rousing encounters over the last three months. But then, I knew how keen she was on getting another tattoo or two, and she was probably also lusting for Emily, as her bisexualism had been neglected during our intense frolicking, ever since we had been surprised by Sally and Emily here Manavgat Escort bayan (https://manavgat.t2bro.net/) about 100 days back. And Mira was also a good sport; she knew how much I was after Sally, as inexperienced and bashful as she was. Mira lay down on her back now and fiddled the straps of her undershirt off her arms, so that Emily could draw on her shoulder and upper chest. As the material of her vest was rather thin, we could literally watch her nipples pump themselves up, while Emily was on her knees now, looking at her own sketches one more time.
Sally and I gingerly sat down next to each other on the edge of the bed. We both could see Mira's light panties under her short skirt, which caused Sally to blush a bit. Mira's boat-hull pussy was slim, but still protruding nicely, like it was already flushed with blood. Mira was smiling at me, while Sally was perhaps wondering if she shouldn't take off a token item of clothing. And, what about me?! Well, eventually, we all would be naked, but I felt we still needed a bit of time. When Emily leaned forward, which pressed her purple-pantied, fairly wide ass into the room, I felt we had reached the point of no return. But man, was her track wide; almost five inches. Anyway, I went to the bathroom to pee and then brought more beer and ice over to the bed, which prompted Mira to relieve herself of her skirt. Now, we could even see the bump of her large clit under the thin fabric of her girlish panties.
"Which one do you like best, dad?" she reminded me of our roleplay, which apparently wasn't completely over yet, even though it had shifted to those utterly rousing demonstrations how she had purportedly looked for a sugar daddy back in the Philippines, when she was a college student.
I examined the three different sketches and then handed them to Sally, so that she could have a look as well.
"Do you want to get a tattoo, too?" I asked her in passing.
Sally blushed, only shaking her head. Of the three sketches, I liked the dragon emerging from a Chinese character the best, even though the second one - which looked more like a company logo - was kinda cool, too. The third was a nice drawing of a dreaming woman's head in front of a typical Vietnamese landscape, but that was probably too elaborate and too large for a tattoo. Perhaps on Mira's thigh, though?
"This here..." I told Mira, as Sally was handing her the sketches back.
As much as I loved Mira, I wasn't into tattoos and, apparently, neither was Sally. Which was fine. Even though she had an elaborate sense of fashion and reminded me of a flapper, she didn't seem to be the type of young woman who felt the urge to have lasting dark marks on her perfect young skin. Emily was now sitting next to Mira's shoulders, and we could see her brownish outer labia as well as quite a few hairs sticking out from the normal-sized crotch piece of her panties. It looked almost gross, but I couldn't turn my head away from the small brown bananas, and neither could Sally. She blushed and shook her cool Prince Valiant head in amused mock-indignation. Shouldn't Sally and I undress, too?
"Are you going to wear the sketches for a week to see if you still like them?" I asked my roleplay daughter.
"Nah, just a day or two... we'll probably meet here again next week..." she chuckled.
"But Emily, are you using different pens this time?" I inquired.
The day we had met for the first time ever, she had spontaneously drawn onto Casey's voluptuous young body here, but then it had turned out that the ink wouldn't come off for three weeks, which had affected Casey's love-life, as she refused to undress in front of others for almost a month.
"Yeah, yeah... don't worry," Emily laughed and pushed her glasses up on her nose with the back of her index finger, as was her habit.
Yes, today was one of the first truly hot days this year. Looking at Sally's heaving formidable bosom, I wondered again, if we shouldn't partially undress, too, as I wanted to see the tattoo-idea emerge on my daughter's flawless skin. Or how about grinding off the first peeks of our emerging arousal preemptively, so that we could approach the whole thing more calmly afterwards?! Sally seemed to be ready to relieve herself of her jeans, as it was rather warm here in the room. And we all had seen each other naked already. Yeah, the whole situation was a tad awkward again, since - once we were naked - I would want to dive between Sally's enthralling thighs, but she probably wouldn't want the other two to watch.
As often in slightly awkward situations, I went to smoke and opened another beer. When I looked at the bed again from my vantage point here at the window, I saw that Sally got up to come over to take a large sip from my glass, before she also went into the bathroom to pee. I felt slightly melancholic, as I wanted her to micturate upon me today, but perhaps that would be too much. And then, right now was not the moment to instigate it, anyway. When she was back, we looked at Emily's swinging purple butt next to Mira's legs, while the latter's clit seemed to have swollen in the meantime.
"Hey, Ben?" Escort Manavgat (https://manavgat.t2bro.net/) Sally whispered. "Do you wanna go upstairs to that little chamber?" she asked. "You know, the maid's bedroom that you mentioned last time..."
I found it remarkable that she remembered that detail, out of all the tantalizing, salacious things that happened during those two hours we had been here in this room together. But it was true: I had brought up the bower to dissolve the stalemate, when Mira and I had been naked on the bed, while the other two had been standing next to it, fully dressed. But sure, if she wanted to go upstairs now... I asked Sally if she wanted to take the bottle of lube from the chair, next to the bathroom door.
"They might need that..." Sally chuckled, nodding at the bed. "And there should be a bit left in the other bottle upstairs... we've been to the chamber a few times..." she confessed.
Oh. Anyway, we waved at the two others, and I grabbed the beer and ice, after leaving two large cubes, two beers, and the soda for the ladies down here. Pointing at the ceiling with my index finger, I said:
"We gonna go to the little bower under the roof..."
Emily nodded, while Mira held one of her thumbs up. I expected some lewd, silly comment, but the two of them were already too engrossed in what they were doing. And they probably couldn't wait for us to bail, so that they could get naked and lick their snatches with relish. Knowing them, there was at least one dildo in one of their backpacks, too. Or two. Well, our departure wasn't glorious, but Sally and I would now try to pick up where we had left off more than three months back. I had no idea, though, in what sensual mood or how experienced she actually was. And how far she would be willing to go today.
Well, Sally grabbed my hand, as soon as we had left the room, which was a start, but only to pull me downstairs again to the kitchen, first, where she wanted to get ice-cream from the freezer. She offered to go by herself and get me some, but as there were different flavors, we ended up going together. And, of course, I wanted to soak in her beauty, even if she was just doing something mundane, like opening the fridge door. In the end, I picked mango, while Sally chose something wrapped in red-and-green, which could have been watermelon. As I was too lazy to drag two chairs to the balcony, we passed the fourth floor and slowly went all the way up to the mezzanine sixth floor, eating our ice-cream. The old creaking wooden stairs smelled nice of history, dust, and stories again; I mean, how many young damsels must have walked up here over the decades with their young, sweaty asses covered in flimsy, modest panties?!
The first things I saw in the chamber were the almost empty gel bottle and some string on the chiffonier. Well, well, well... We sat down on the bed to finish our ice-cream, and I thought of talking about our first encounter 100 days back. As Sally was done before me, she nonchalantly got up and took off her jeans, like she was hot. Just like that. She was wearing nano-black underwear, made from material that reminded me of pantyhose. Perhaps it was a blend of nylon and cotton? Man, did she look hot, even though her panties were at least six inches long on the sides, completely opaque, and had absolutely no lace. The pair reminded me a bit of those gym shorts female volleyball players wear. Snazzy. Darn snazzy.
When she had taken off her T-shirt, I noticed that, curiously, the waistband was slightly thinner and therefore lighter, appearing brownish. But yeah, I thought the choice was clever, as Sally could have sat in those panties downstairs on the bed in complete comfort. And she seemed thoroughly at ease, so that I also undressed, once I had finished my ice-cream. Seeing my dick provoked her, in turn, to take off her bra, which opened in the front - another good choice - after which she looked at her boobs in the mirror, like she wasn't sure what they actually looked like. Sure, she could have disrobed more lasciviously, but then her pragmatism was actually pretty darn sexy. She sat down near the headrest of the bed - with her panties still on - pulled her knees up as close to her chest as possible, put her forearms up on her knees, before she lowered her chin onto the whole arrangement.
Covering her semi-naked body in such rousing fashion, Sally smiled at me, looking at my whipping cock. At least, she had seen it before.
"It's balmy up here," I clumsily began our game of intercourse-chess.
"Finally..." she replied.
Did she mean the weather? Or that we were finally continuing our previous, unfinished encounter? Or that we had disconnected ourselves from Emily and Mira and were alone? Or all of the above? Anyway, as I didn't want to be rash, I just sat down to her left, without offering her my cock to lick. I put one hand on her thigh, kinda in the middle, but when she moved, her left nipple touched the back of my right hand, which electrified both of us. Eventually, I turned a bit towards her, so that she could get a good eyeful of my cock, and we kissed for the first time. She put her left arm behind my back, so that she could move closer, kinda inviting me to caress her lovely, large left boob. After we both had begun to breathe more heavily, she decided to relieve herself of her panties and let me get a long look at her amazingly large, pitch-black, dense bush.