I guess unconsciously I had been expecting it, so I wasn’t startled when I became aware of another body spooning mine, firm breasts digging into my back, legs curling over mine, and an arm snaking under my neck to insinuate itself on my chest up against Ping’s back. Liem kissed the back of my neck under my hair, and murmured “I was cold and lonely….” “Ok, Liem, good night.” ‘Nothing cold about this bed’ was my last thought as I again went to sleep.
Saturday morning; I woke, feeling two slumbering bodies entangled with mine, and a rigid penis somewhere in there also: ‘not now’ I told myself and, as gently as possible, disengaged myself and slid up the bed until I could hunch up enough to slip out the side. I showered in their bathroom; distant enough for any noise to let the girls sleep on, a holiday from work for Liem and me, and no Uni for Ping, so nothing better than letting them wake of their own volition. When I returned to my room, I noted Liem had moved closer and was cuddling the ten years younger Ping – kissing cousins I thought, smiling to myself. Throwing on shorts, and back in their room, I checked the menu, and ordered a light breakfast and coffee for myself, but asked they deliver it to me in the connecting suite, not mine, as….as what, I quickly tried to think….as I had swapped rooms with my associates last night. Pretty lame excuse, but enough to deflect some attention; a big tip would do the rest.
Along with the waiter and my tray, Tuan arrived, smiling a ‘good morning, sir’; I had closed the connecting door previously, and now signed the bill, noting it was for my room number, and tipped the waiter out, when I noticed Tuan had re-opened the door and was peering in at her two cousins asleep and cuddling in the other bed. She turned to face me, but I carried my plate and coffee out to the balcony table and sat there. “What did you do to my cousins, Mr. Steve?” Tuan asked smiling. I held up my hands in innocence; “Nothing, Tuan, promise: I was asleep in my room and Ping came in wanted to sleep; and after Liem came and said she was cold – that’s it; we all slept.” “Why didn’t you invite me?” Tuan asked. I smiled, “The hotel needs to get bigger beds for four people, Tuan!”
I looked out at the light; it was the perfect time of day for soft photos. “What time is it, Tuan?” She said “Only 06.30, why?” Goodness, I thought, no wonder the girls are still sleeping! I looked at the light, and then at Tuan, “Do you have ten minutes Tuan? The light is just right for me to take some photos of you here, now; would that be ok?” “I guess so, yes; I really don’t start work until 7a.m; what do you want?” “Wait here” I ordered her, while creeping into my own room and taking my camera from the bag: the girls still well asleep. Returning to the balcony, eating the last spoonful of my omelette, and swallowing some more coffee, I took the tray inside, and then re-arranged the table and chairs on the balcony, noting the position of the sun around the corner from this room, and ready; “Tuan, you need imagine this is a photo-session for a fashion magazine, or even that Fashion show on the TV channel; you think about that, and do whatever you picture in your mind; let your body move as it wants, your thoughts take you where you want to go, where you want to be. I will take the photos; you just forget I am even here: they will be your feelings and your imagination, so whatever you think and feel, that’s what I will try and capture.”
It was only one minute later before I realized I had unleashed a real fashion model; Tuan was almost hypnotized in her bearing and her austere looks – just like a catwalk-model whose job is to not focus attention on herself, but the commodity she is trying to sell: Tuan was a natural, right here, working in a hotel in a small up-country city. I clicked and moved around her, my Nikon so perfect for close waist to head shots, or full- length verticals from a corner of the balcony with Tuan the other side. She preened herself, flared her hair out, arched so her breasts pushed out, then tantalizing as she unbuttoned her uniform one button by one, changing poses, expressions, stance becoming more provocative with a hand sliding the dress material higher up her thigh, sideways to hold it against her hip, just a large hint of the hidden world underneath, while using her other hand to probe inside the opened bodice, and her mouth to portray a woman in orgasm at her own touch on her breasts and nipples.
My camera beeped end of film, thirty six frames shot; I was, god I was – in a daze; I put my camera down carefully on the table, grabbed Tuan’s hand and pulled her against me, my mouth lunging for hers to delve my tongue straight down, trying to reach her cunt down her throat, my left hand groping for her breasts, frantically unbuttoning the few remaining on her dress and grasping under her bra. If ever a woman had the means to excite men, Tuan was that Woman. Her mouth sucked my tongue in, her hands grabbed my shorts and yanked them down, letting me tangle them around my feet while she grabbed for a prick raging out in front. She let me go for a moment, and turned around and laid herself up against the closed glass door, scrabbling her dress up above her waist and sticking a so-beautiful panty-clad pair of buttocks straight out at me. I couldn’t resist; the panties went!
I spread her legs and it happened; she was so wet, and I was so hard, the joining was an instant meshing of bodies against a pane-glass door, and it could not have taken more than 5s for Tuan to scream out another climax, and perhaps only 10s for me to bury myself and hold myself against Tuan, pushing her flat against the door and bursting with an orgasm of juices of my own inside her. Heavens above, the Rain was torrential, and the spray was inside Tuan’s womb, as I fell against her and licked and sucked and kissed her back and neck, the sweat and salt feeding me so I grunted some more and surged inside her, her hands reaching to hold my buttocks against her, clenching hands pulling me in her until I gasped and spilled the last drops out.
“Wow, that was amazing!” said a voice, and another “Tuan, you have worn him out before we even woke up! But you sure woke us up with all that noise!” Tuan and I both looked through the misted, wet glass to see Liem and Ping sitting on the bed staring straight at us. I eased out from behind, but deliberately reached my hands to her breasts, caressed them delicately, then began buttoning the bodice of her dress – in full view of the other two, letting them, and Tuan, know that yes, it had been an incredible photo-session and aftermath, and I bent and kissed her neck to let Tuan know it again. She shivered, and raised her neck, brushing her own hair back and away, and inviting me to feast like a vampire on her neck more, but I nibbled her earlobe, and kissed her cheek as I finished with her buttons and cupped her breasts from outside, and hugged her back to me. “That was beautiful, Tuan.” “Yes, it was, Sir; god, it was! Can I use your bathroom quickly Sir, before I go to work?” She scampered away, kissing both Liem and Ping on the cheek as she passed the bed, then began undressing even as she entered the bathroom, no doubt for a shower.
“Good morning girls; hungry are you – the menu is over there; but I have eaten so I will just have a beer – after I shower; starting to get hot already!” I jumped into the bathroom, surprising all three women; but I put my fingers to my lips, and shushed Tuan who was not yet finished, smiling as I leaned back against the door and began moaning, looking at her body made it easy, even as I pushed my rear against the door making noises as it moved on its hinges and bucked against the door lock. Tuan giggled as I groaned even more, pushed one last time to hold the door firmly, and moaned “oh, oh…ah!” Tuan finished now, dried herself as I undressed, and we kissed passionately, which could have led to real groaning and moaning, but she dressed, kissed me with a big smile as I turned on the water, and she exited. I was only able to hear “What were you doing….” Before Tuan closed the door, and I laughed quietly to myself as I washed.
Five minutes later, I was finished and opened the door; Tuan had gone to start work, and the girls were chatting in the other room, so I crossed through the connecting doors, given that my bag and clothes were there also. Liem and Ping stopped talking, looked at me as I selected a shirt, shorts and underpants from my bag; they remained silent as I unwrapped my towel and pulled on my briefs, making an exaggerated groan of discomfort as I pulled them over my dick. “Had an enjoyable morning Mr. Steve – so far?” asked Ping. “Yes, Ping, I am sure I have some great photos already! Just a little tired; did you order breakfast?” looking from one to the other. Before answering, a knock came at the door of their room, so they both ran back in and opened the door for the waiter. I could see him, and he seemed rather confused as he had delivered my breakfast to the same room earlier, and now it was two nubile, towel-clad women facing him. He placed the tray on the table, said he would be back with an extra pot of coffee in a moment, and left with a backward and long – perhaps longing – look.
I stood on the balcony where the girls chose to eat their breakfasts, and drank my coffee after the waiter had returned, tipping him and ushering him out again. Liem and Ping began laughing, Liem spluttering “well, at least Tuan is our cousin!” I laughed then also, told them to eat and get ready to go, while I changed the film in my camera and snapped a couple of them sitting there, just to start things off for the day.
They finished eating and Liem went to shower first in her room, while Ping asked to use mine to save time. I sat with my coffee, until I heard Ping ask from behind me, “Mr. Steve will this look nice for a photo?” I turned to find Ping sideways against the glass door frame, her arms stretched above her head, one breast either side, and a long leg curling the frame below: she was naked. It was an erotic sight, but I would be thrown in jail if anyone ever caught her like this, or a photo of her like this! “Ping, do you want me to go to jail? You are a beautiful sight, but here, in this country, I can’t – and you know that. Let me fix it, and I will photo you, OK?” She pouted as I gently moved her breast from the outside of the door to join the other one inside; I turned her face away enough so she couldn’t be recognized, stepped back to survey, and then moved the sliding door so that the two frames were hiding – almost hiding – her boobs, at least enough so they were less distinct. I stepped back again, adjusted her hair slightly away from her face so that it allowed Ping’s ear and cheek and nose and eye to be in the frame, and her hair streaming down her gorgeous back as she stretched her chin up the frame. Then I lifted her outside leg raised in the air; I looked through my Nikon at her, vertical frame capturing it all from raised leg upwards, beautifully crafted buttock and hip and on upwards; no-one would recognize her, but to my amateurish eye, it looked poetic and erotic, sensual, and I focused and pressed the shutter, and again as I made sure. I was pleased with it as a photographer, and aroused with it as a man; this is going to be a difficult weekend if this is as far as we get, here in the hotel room! I kissed Ping, and shooed her away to get dressed; “Let’s go sight-seeing” I said, and sat to calm down. Liem came through, dressed in a t-shirt and short denim skirt, and I picked up my camera….”Not here” I said, “Let’s go and find some countryside.”
The driver was waiting, so as it was home territory for Liem, I sat her in front to give directions, Ping and I in the rear; Ping dressed as a twin to Liem. We drove around and through the centre; it wasn’t a large city, small in fact, so Liem had soon stopped us at the few memorials and historical places, where I photographed the girls striking tourist poses. Then she directed us out to a craft village, famous for its embroidery and natural dye-making colours on beautiful woven materials. I bought some, as expected, but also because they were wonderful presents to give to my mother-in-law and even my own mother next time I might get to Australia, or she over here; and even bought something for Liem, Ping, and Tuan – as per normal, Liem and Tuan living right near here had no such items in their own homes: it’s what we all do: ignore that which is closest to us. I finished a film between the workers, the materials, the village itself – and the girls playing ‘Hollywood’ at every available opportunity. But they were fun, so it was a happy hour or so we spent there. With the film finished, and the sun climbing, it was time for refreshments, so we sat or lay in hammocks under shady trees and had a drink, and the girls ate a fruit platter between themselves and the driver.
Liem pondered for a time, then suggested nearby hills where there was a nice Temple, but we needed to buy some material for us all, as the girls’ skirts, and my shorts, were not suitable attire. Had Liem mentioned a Temple to me, I would have worn jeans, being well familiar with propriety, but no matter, we bought some beautifully multi-hued silk material which would be fine as both sarongs and, to my eye, wonderful for some photos later.