The Old Vacant Hotel Ch. 32

The Old Vacant Hotel

Chapter 32 - With Gemini at the charming Guesthouse

Of course, I wanted to see Mira one more time this week, who was about to move to Taiwan to take up a good position as an English teacher at an International School there. She had to go to the Embassy of the Philippines in Hanoi, however, to take care of some paperwork; probably related to her new position in a different country.

But then, there was also Gemini, who had gotten wind of my desire that the ultra-cute petite waitress at the bar we frequented would pee on me. Gemini had been aware this lewd, unusual gem of insider knowledge for about a year, before she asked me about a month back if the rumor that I wanted Trang to micturate upon me was actually true.

For a split-second, I had thought of denying everything, but then I confessed that, yes: I was indeed fantasizing about the miniature goddess squatting over her face with her naked ass to douse me with her fine young urine, while she would be blowing me.

Since Gemini also liked the tiny waitress and got a huge kick out of fantasizing about Trang - including watching her peeing on me - Gemini and I had ended up at her room twice after being at the bar, where we then had explored our bodies and inclinations. Gemini was still hesitant to let go freely but, the second time, I had sat down in the shower and embraced her midsection, before she did let me enjoy her chipper tepid living-room fountain.

Obviously, I couldn't just go to her place to have her pee on me and leave. So, we had begun a little affair, during which she had blown me, played with my cock profusely, and ridden me. Gemini had also enjoyed a large load of cum on her glorious medium-sized firm breast, while, the last time, I had languidly banged her from behind, while we'd been lying on our sides.

Gemini had staunch bisexual leanings but more sex with girls than guys - in fact, she had only had one boyfriend so far, she told me, even though she was already 27. So, feeling a cock up inside her sheath must have been really nice, for a change.

Although she was still bashful about peeing during sex, Gemini wanted to continue meeting me; a bit as if it was a test of courage, and I sometimes thought she was only holding back to leave room for playful escalation in the near future. Either way, Gemini asked me if we wouldn't see each other again this week, and I gladly relented; partially, since Mira was in Hanoi, anyway.

Curiously, Gemini was living in a converted classroom at her private school, on the top floor, but I suggested we meet during the day, this time. I had already mentioned to her that I had the key to a charming older guesthouse, which was vacant, just like the bigger hotel where our orgy posse kept meeting at, but Gemini had a different plan:

I think I should meet with Trang, first, and see if I can make any progress. But then, yeah, perhaps we could meet once more to forge some plans ???? she wrote in a second message an hour later: At a café, maybe?

Well, don't we want to pee? I tried to sway her.

True. Yeah, I gotta admit that I want it too, she eventually replied, and we were all set.

As Gemini was ovulating during the first half of the week, we postponed our tryst until Friday. As I was to pick her up during daytime, she asked me to wait at the next corner from her school to decrease the likelihood that we would be seen together.

Since we both tended to sleep long and had breakfast late morning, we didn't make plans for lunch, and she just asked me to pick her up at noon. On the way, I turned on the main switch at the guesthouse, so that we would have hot water, which also turned on the fridge, and then waited at said corner, where I smoked a quick ciggy.

I was surprised that Gemini was wearing a black pant suit, though. Well, her attire was still light and very casual. Generously tailored, too. As rail-thin and relatively tall as Gemini was, both, the jacket and the pants were flapping in the wind around her willowy lithe body, but when she lasciviously pushed her sunglasses up into her hair, a warm wave of desire was already flushing through my whole body.

A pant suit, huh?! I thought to myself, as she was approaching. Wouldn't a dress or skirt have been so much more conducive to peeing, sensuality, and stripping? Gemini had told me that she used to strip for herself in front of a mirror, and I had secretly been hoping that she would put on a little show for me today.

Well, she probably thought that we would get naked quickly, at the guesthouse, and now I noticed that her white top underneath the dark blazer was actually incredibly sexy: it was soft and super-tight, amplifying her gorgeous medium-sized breasts. And it was short, too: not much more than a large bra, actually, so that I could see the bronzed skin around her bellybutton.

The cutest detail, however, was that her enthralling right breast was cut in half by the strap of her purse, which she had noticed and thus fixed, before she swung her long leg over the seat behind me.

"Are you hungry?" I asked her, more or less rhetorically.

"No, I just ate something small. I just got up," giggled Gemini: "You?"

"No, but we'll buy ice and something cold to drink on the way, huh?"

"Sure, we want to pee properly," she chuckled, as we were rolling along the wide, almost empty street.

"But no beer today!" she exclaimed cheerfully thirty seconds later, as I was turning left toward the new bridge.

Since Gemini and I had always met in the evening - at said bar, where our beloved little Trang worked - we had always consumed beer, which wasn't ideal if one wanted to be doused by pee at some point during sex, as alcohol affected the smell and taste negatively. And so, I stopped at some fruit stand to buy some fresh juice and ice.

"If she knew what that was for," Gemini giggled again - a bit as if she was tipsy - which reminded me of the scene two weeks back, when she had told me she had harbored the identical thought at the bedding store.

Where she had bought an extra blanket, so she could make a pallet bed on the floor in her bedroom. Yes, this latent piss story - that I wanted Trang to pee on me - had stirred up Gemini for about a year, until she had mustered the courage to ask me whether this was actually true. And now, she had been sucked into the urophilia vortex herself.

From the fruit stand to the guesthouse, we didn't talk much but just enjoyed cruising through the unusually quiet neighborhood, probably sketching the next hour for ourselves in our respective minds. When we arrived, Gemini got off my motorcycle and then looked up at the closed cherry-wood shutters, with her sunglasses up on her head again:

"Looks nice," she smiled: "But why do you have the keys?" she was now curious.

"I know a real estate lady. I used to meet her here. That was our love nest for three years," I told her the half-truth.

We had much more often been to the larger vacant hotel and, also, to the model home in the 'burbs, where Nguyet's office was. I hadn't told Gemini about either place yet.

"Did she pee on you?" Gemini asked next, of course.

"Sure thing. Multiple times. In various positions," I laughed heartily, and we went in.

Curiously, Gemini didn't ask any follow-up questions, as we were walking through the dark and relatively cool lobby, before we turned left to go one floor up. Perhaps, Gemini wanted the building to make an impression on her, first, before she would inquire further.

Upstairs, she placed her purse on the table in the alcove, and we drank, still standing. I briefly placed my hand on her naked belly but then, we put the drinks and the ice in the fridge, where I saw that Nguyet had stored some bottles of water. So that we could pee more profusely?

"Show me around, will ya?" Gemini requested, but then we kissed, first, and she took her light blazer off.

Before we would embark on our little tour, I opened the window here in the alcove to air out the whole floor. Mira appeared in my mind, and I felt profoundly melancholic for a second, as she would be gone for good soon. Too soon.

It would have been funny if Nguyet and Hiroshi had shown up now, but that was highly unlikely: She was pregnant, and they could amuse themselves in their new home. Nguyet also knew that I was here with Gemini, today, but the two ladies didn't know each other.

"It's kinda strange to be alone here," Gemini murmured.

"Every night, it's just you at your school, in the evenings."

"Yeah, but that's different. I don't know..."

In the meantime, Gemini had stepped into the doorframe of the first room on the right; the one we had used the most over the last three or four years for our divine debaucheries. On the bed, there was a stack of fresh, nicely folded towels; perhaps, Nguyet had been here at least once during the last few weeks.

My mind's eye instantly projected her naked light porcelain butt with the dark shoe brush in between onto the large armchair. She had kneeled there, facing the wall, perhaps two months back, to offer me her snatch and anus to lick. Anyway, I also opened the window here, so that the room would be more pleasant later.

"We could undress and then walk around naked," I half-heartedly suggested.

Gemini didn't react, but if she had relieved herself of her pants, I would have undressed as well, but I didn't want to insist. Today was the first time ever that we were seeing each other in broad daylight, but Gemini also seemed to understand that sensuality and a nice arch of erotic tension were hard to create if both parties just got naked.

And so, I just grabbed her hand and showed her the room across the hall, where there were about 50 or 60 towels stacked on the coffee table. Which Nguyet had brough there not too long ago, so that we could indulge in our favorite pastime, with impunity.

Gemini giggled, of course, since she knew what the towels meant, and reminded me that I had already mentioned them, about two weeks back, when we had been to her school again at night.

The adjacent room didn't offer anything special, but when Gemini saw Nguyet's clothes in the wardrobe in the third and last guestroom on the left-hand side, she retreated as if she felt she had intruded into someone's private space:

"Those belong to the real-estate lady you know?" she asked quietly, with an impish smile, nodding toward the items on the coat hangers with her chin.

After I muttered Yes, Gemini seemed to want to speed things up:

"Douglas, if all the rooms look the same, we don't need to check them all out," she said, as if she was already jaded.

Or horny.

"The suite up on the third floor is different. Bigger."

We kissed once more and then sauntered back to the fridge to refresh ourselves.

"I was hoping you might put on a striptease today," I chuckled, not being facetious at all.

"For that, I need to wear a skirt or a dress, I guess. Next time, Douglas," she promised.

"Are you wearing the pant suit so that you didn't have to strip?" I teased her a bit.

"I just bought it. It was really cheap. You don't like it?!" she defended herself.

"You look good in anything," I insisted, grabbing her hand again to go upstairs to check out the suite.

Although it was a sunny day and around noon, the eerie silence on the top floor was suddenly reminiscent a horror movie. All doors were slightly open, so that some beams of light were crossing on the floor, dust particles were dancing, and it decidedly felt as if someone was here.

Gemini appeared to feel uneasy, as she was pressing my hand, but she didn't say anything. Was Nguyet here, or some maintenance guy from the real-estate company? Or the cleaning lady? We didn't actually hear anything, and there hadn't been a motorcycle parked outside. And the door had been locked. Twice.

Anyway, we got distracted by the large curtain that Nguyet had put up a while back to have a glory hole here. That was the day I had met Sally, the intriguing, funny sex doll from Japan. I was tempted to tell Gemini the whole story, which would have taken quite a while, though.

Maybe, we could get Sally to assume the role again - although she was in the process of moving to Saigon - and then create another funny roleplay here, with Gemini. Strangely though, she didn't ask about the curtain and almost certainly hadn't noticed the four-inch hole about three feet up from the floor.

While standing in the door to the suite, however, she spotted the large, almost square bathtub - which I had hoped would trigger some reaction:

"That's maybe ideal for the peeing," she finally said something again: "And I haven't taken a bath more than three times in my life, as poor as I grew up."

"We could get the drinks from downstairs, fill the tub, and get in... and make plans for Trang," I thus suggested.

Gemini had left her glasses downstairs on the table in the alcove, and now our eyes were tracing each other. I was expecting her to just throw her clothes off or, at least, comment on what I had proposed, but something was holding her back. Was she unsure if she wanted to sit with me in the tub and present me her half-open pussy for an hour?

Eventually, she reached for the bottom of the striking white top, which she now ripped off her chest. When I wanted to turn on the water, however, she wasn't sure if that was the right idea:

"I need to pee a bit. Soon. If you want, you could lie down in the bathtub, and I'll pee on you. I mean, it'd be easy to clean up afterwards," she suggested, with an eager expression on her face and her willowy body trembling.

Which seemed to indicate the whole project was arousing her more than she was ready to admit. No, yes: We had moved on from the chipper, curious test of courage. This wasn't an amusement anymore, much more a necessity; an intricate part of our fling. It aroused her as much as it did me - and forging plans for Trang had been moved to the backburner.

For the first time. Confused and unsure what to do next, I suggested we take a shower together, since she didn't really need to pee yet, if I understood correctly:

"If you want... but I took one just before we met. And if we pee onto each other, we need to take another," was Gemini's contention.

"And I like the body odor of young women," I snorted, while I was taking my clothes off.

Which prompted Gemini to relieve herself of everything she was still wearing. Interestingly, she took off her panties first, again, before she snapped her bra open. While her arms were behind her back, I had the chance to take a good look of her bush and pussy for the first time ever in broad daylight.

Gemini's pubic mound was long and narrow: only three inches wide but maybe six tall or long, with another inch of more sparse hair; each, left and right - while the upper halves of her inner labia were wide but thin and flat. Her nether lips looked like they were folded up multiple times, covering her vaginal vestibule nicely.

When we both were finally naked, Gemini stepped closer, so that we could kiss - and I wouldn't be able to shamelessly stare at her pussy any longer. During the long passionate smooching, she grabbed my noodle, massaging it, and then pushing the foreskin back:

"Douglas, I'm suddenly incredibly horny. What are we going to do? And where? The last time you were inside me, it felt so nice, the whole time. I slept really well that night... we'll take a bath the next time we're here. Or, when the weather is cooler," she finally suggested.

For some reason, she still pulled me toward the bathtub, though, before she suggested I get in:

"I kneel over your face and then pee quickly, if you want," she reiterated.

Which was a splendid idea, on paper, but then I thought of her knees and how much they must hurt during the process. No, I wasn't convinced that that would be the way to go, although the bathtub would be easy to clean afterward. She'd been right about that.

The way things looked, we were too horny, though, to pee and then take a shower, before we would finally be able to roll around on some bed here. But taking a bath before grinding off the peaks of our arousal would have been torture. No, we were ready for each other. The bathtub could wait.

"Hey, we need to get something to drink from downstairs, anyway," I panted, as I grabbed her hand.

And so, we scooted along the upper floor and down the stairs to the fridge, where we quickly drank, before I fetched us some towels from the room adjacent to the alcove. Back in the one across the hall, which we normally used, I quickly made a pallet on the floor, similar to the one in Gemini's bedroom.

"We'll lie down here on the floor, so we don't soil the mattress. I'll be on my back and you kneel over me? With your butt above my head, facing my feet? You blow me and then, you can pee any time..." I sketched what I had in mind - during which Trang quickly appeared in my mind's eye.

In a little black miniskirt, with her ass naked. Ready and willing to douse me with her fine young urine. After which she would lower her wet butt directly onto my face and blow me. And then, turn around to take my fat greasy shaft up her tight little wet snatch...

I wasn't sure if Gemini was also thinking of our glorious tiny crush, but the former seemed already in trance: Murmuring and muttering only God knows what, Gemini was panting, wheezing, and red as a beet. When I had settled in on my back, she nimbly swung her long tanned legs over my thighs, before she spat on my glans to knead it.

Next, she nonchalantly reached into the honeypot between her long slender legs to get some more natural lubrication but then, she simply lay down on her belly between my legs, so that she could blow me properly, while juggling my balls. And wouldn't have to divulge so much of her stunning naked body, perhaps.

Yes, I didn't think she was ready to let me lick her for twenty minutes, during which I would be able to look at her vaginal vestibule and straight up her sheath. But, as hard as she was working to get my cock stiff so that we could fuck, presumably, I wasn't going to complain. I was pretty sure that she eventually would let me lick her silly.

It was a shame, though, that all I could see from my vantage point was her bobbing head. Well, from time to time, I could also catch a glimpse of her firm boobs, which were barely dangling. But her blowing was quite dexterous, I had to admit. And so, I even closed my eyes to enjoy the heavenly sensation that a moist and eager mouth causes on one's shaft.

Eventually, Gemini decided that my cock was stiff enough and placed her knees next to my hips. She propped her upper body on one arm near my shoulder, before she used the other hand to nonchalantly fumble my throbbing cock where we needed it to be. Finally, when she positioned her upper body upright again, I was able to see more of her ravishing form.

The way she was swinging and swaying her hips on my midsection reminded me of our very first fuck about four weeks back, in her room at the school, after we had been to Trang's bar. Her system seemed to be producing copious amounts of cool fresh nectar, which was now gracing my scrotum, while my cock was getting further up inside her not overly tight sheath.

Meanwhile, I had begun to fondle her boobs, before I placed my hands onto her firm small butt cheeks. Gemini was uttering cute high-pitched cascades of aroused little squeaks and squeals but, when my fingertips had reached her fairly deep and dark anus crater, I thought of the tub again and suggested we have backdoor sex one day, after taking a long bath:

"Your rosette should be nicely soft then."

Gemini didn't answer, however, but just kept riding me, uttering more and more sequences of aroused moans: a-ha! A-ha! she kept yelling and shrieking, which could have meant agreement, or not. Her long black hair was dangling between us like a curtain, after she had decided to prop her torso on her outstretched arms near my shoulders again, but then she did something utterly surprising:

Gemini placed both arms between my knees behind her back, which brought her pussy with her gloriously dark vaginal vestibule above and my cock inside right smack into the center of my field of vision. Still bobbing her ass up and down - with her hands now on my knees - I could even make out my favorite orifice: the little opening of her urethra.

Oh, man: did the aroused pumping flesh above my cock look insane; almost, as if her pussy wanted to turn inside out. Seeing how dark it was, I was reminded of my muse, Nguyet, who had the darkest pussy flesh I knew. Trang's was probably more salmon-colored, like Mira's.

Maybe because Gemini was delirious and in some sort of trance, she even went further, though: She now was positively showing off her pussy, after she had made sure that I could see everything properly: Using one hand, she folded her inner labia to the sides once more, and now she switched to much more languid strokes, pressing her wet sheath down on my greasy shaft to then pull her ass up a bit more quickly.

Over and over again. Which, for some reason, reminded me of the striptease idea that she had introduced the previous time. I now also remembered that she had only had one real boyfriend, so far; perhaps, today was some sort of breakthrough or coming out? Maybe, she had just discovered how gratifying it could be to not be shy and bashful - but to put on a show during sex.

Yes, today she wasn't going to hold back and perform some elaborately calibrated dance to hide or withhold parts of her ravishing body. Her pubic hair was wet and almost slimy, which was quite a sight to behold, but now there was the icing on the proverbial cake:

For maybe three seconds, she happily peed onto my stomach, in a nice strong jet. Initially, I thought that she may have just squirted, but when she leaned backward more and aimed at my face, I knew what she was up to. Gemini pressed her lower pelvis and then shot another strong jet of piss right at my chest and face.

Yes, this tanned slender goddess had found the perfect way to roll all our desires into one swift action: Showing off her gloriously tight, bronze body and her dark-mauve vaginal vestibule right smack in the center, the kept splashing her delicious pee all over my upper body, while still fucking me.

Once, my wet cock slipped out of her, which didn't slow her down, however: Hastily, she stuffed my dick back into her convulsing sheath, before she blithely and ecstatically pissed a few more times, with her head thrown back and groaning at the ceiling.

By now, her aroma was wafting around us, and the frequent splashing noise caused some more rapturous yelling and roaring on my part. Oooaar, what a spectacle it was! Although the pee had flushed away some of her natural lubrication, there was still enough of it to just keep going.

I also noticed that, this time, I was the one who was more passive, but Gemini was enjoying immensely what she had embarked to do. Jesus, what a treat her wet pussy show was! I just had thought to myself, when she was exhausted and lay down on me, like on the soft white couch in her room at the school.

It instantly felt as if she was peeing some more, but that could have been other fluids as well. As much as she was trembling, Gemini seemed to have lost all control over her bodily functions; all her caverns were emptying themselves now, and she also had begun to sob.

Shivering, quivering, and holding on to her, now I began to thrust upward, until my elixir made its way through the labyrinth - straight onto her dark-mauve cervix. Of course, we were both hollering infernally during our climax, but I had to hold her wet butt down, so that my cock wouldn't slip out of her.

As soon as she thought I was done, Gemini slipped upward on my wet chest to feed me her swollen boob, and when I circled her light areola blisters with my tongue, she squirted again. As I was sucking her breast, however, I noticed that I needed to pee as well - and just let go.

Gemini didn't seem to even notice, at first; only when I held my limp cock between her butt cheeks, like a hot dog between the halves of a bun, she grinned, and we kissed again, while my tepid living-room fountain was dousing her wet ass and back.

Yes, we were lying on six towels or so, on the floor, and we had met today for exactly this kind of debauchery. To get up and go in the shower for the Golden Shower would have been incredibly lame, and Gemini seemed to agree. Although, one day, she needed to kneel in front of me so that I could watch her beautiful face getting rinsed.

Eventually, all we could hear was our exhausted panting, while Gemini was lying on top of me like a naked wet frog. I squeezed her butt cheeks a bit, feeling her pubic hair on my shaft, but then she lifted her head off my hairy chest:

"Ooar, Douglas, this was sooo... hot!" she exclaimed, positively beaming.

"Well, all that's left is to get Trang to join us," I chuckled.

"I'll try. Like we talked about the last time," Gemini promised again, when she got up.

Of course, we cleaned up, before we went into the shower together.

"Douglas, I don't know... but I'd love to have that on video. If we can't get Trang to tape us, could your friend, the real estate lady, the one you got the keys from, perhaps...?" Gemini had another fabulous proposal.

To say the least.

"Nguyet is pregnant," I told her, for some reason.

As if that would change anything. Sure enough, Gemini only shrugged her bronze shoulders:

"So what?!" she asked rhetorically, before I bent forward to latch onto her firm boobs once more with my mouth.

Which were still swollen.

"She could still pee on you, couldn't she? And I'll watch. Imagining, she's Trang," Gemini cracked up, continuing to pursue her favorite, wonderfully lewd new project.

"But then, if you get to watch Nguyet sitting over my face, you will need to do the same thing. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair, I think. And Nguyet will film it."

"Sure," Gemini was enthusiastic right away: "We'll really party hard," she was excited.

"We haven't partied hard enough, so far?" I inquired semi-facetiously.

"That's not what I meant. Douglas: We just started... I wasn't ready for everything, I think. After today, it's different."

We turned off the water, but I didn't ask her to elaborate right way; the next few weeks would reveal how far she was willing and able to go. After we had dried and dressed ourselves again, we sat down at the table in the alcove to rest and finish the drinks. Obviously, we had run out of steam:

"With my only boyfriend, we always did it really slowly. I think once we could do that, too," Gemini sounded a tad melancholic.

Perhaps, they had been slated to get married. Or never done it properly? I didn't ask, but quickly sketched the prospect of doing a roleplay:

"I think that would be better than just meeting for sex so that Nguyet can film us..."

"Maybe. But I've never done anything like that. You gotta explain that to me. But not now. Another time. But let me also see if I can make progress with Trang."