Surreptitious Love Ch. 159

Chapter 159 - The Daughter I never Knew of (II)</p>
"Did you call mom when you were in Da Nang in the evening?" I asked Mira in a message, after we had embarked on a rousing father-daughter role-play ten days earlier.
"Sure, I did... and I also hinted what happened between us," she cheekily wrote back and asked if we would see each other again this week, before she would fly across the South China Sea to the Philippines for a two-weeks' vacation.
"You bet!" I texted back and asked: "But how did the interviews go?"
It was part of our role-play that Mira was applying for various positions in the real-estate industry here in Vietnam. Purportedly, a large firm from the Philippines, her home country, was expanding into the Vietnamese market.
"Really well. I could work in Da Nang or here in town, but I need to talk to you, before I'll make a decision," she replied, escalating our beguiling ruse.
When we first met as father and daughter ten days earlier and went to the old, empty hotel, I pretended to be the area manager of a large Vietnamese-Korean real-estate company, in which role I had to take a look at the aging pile of bricks to make an investment decision. Initially, I had been fairly reluctant to kiss and later undress my daughter - although we had been alone in the large building - but, in the end, we had done it, of course: with her nylons down to her thighs and her skirt folded up onto her belly but, otherwise, fully dressed.
For some reason, though, I didn't want to take my alleged daughter to the empty Art Deco hotel again this week, so I asked my long-term affair Nguyet - who was actually working in real estate, at the company that was managing said hotel - if I couldn't have the key to a smaller, similar location about a mile away: a charming guesthouse, where Nguyet and others were meeting sporadically to reunite our orgy circle.
Of course, Nguyet was surprised when I had shown up at her office, which was in a model home in the suburbs, unannounced. But then she grew really baffled when I told her about my long-lost half-Filipina daughter, who was going to enter the real-estate business here in town, possibly working together with her, my long-term affair, Nguyet.
"Ahem, you have a daughter now, Mister Ben?" she inquired with raised eyebrows and a mocking smile.
She looked at me with her beautiful head cocked for a few seconds, waiting for an answer, before she lowered her chin and fatuously added that she was hoping my little girl was of age. After another minute or two of charming banter, her lover and now colleague Hoang entered the office with two large Styrofoam lunch boxes, and I took my leave. Nguyet and Hoang would go upstairs to eat, first, before he would eat her for dessert, in the bedroom across the hall. For two years, I had known him as a handyman, but - as far as I knew - he was now training to be a proper realtor. Happy that I had the keys to the older charming guesthouse, I waved everyone goodbye, even Thuy, Nguyet's petite colleague, who was also part of our orgy posse.
Yes, Mira and I had maneuvered ourselves into a tricky, yet utterly beguiling situation, which was rather piquant: purportedly, in 1996, while working at the embassy in Manila, I had gotten her mother pregnant, who hadn't told me about her condition though, when I had fallen out with my new boss and left the embassy and the country. In our role-play, Mira's mother had met another guy rather quickly, who she ended up marrying, while I had moved to Korea, first, and then here to Vietnam, as I loved this region of the world. Mira had two half-brothers, and her mom and step-dad were still together.
Mira and I actually were working together at a private English school here in our nondescript town in Central Vietnam, but we had decided to spice up our affair. She had even gotten a new haircut - a kind of short bob - and borrowed feminine clothes from her girlfriends at kızılay escort the school, so that I did have the impression to be meeting a completely new person. Mira was actually rather androgynous and tomboyish, but I had found the two hours - during which she had presented me her pantyhose-clad lap in the utmost rousing way - entirely captivating, as that had again revealed a new side of her.
During the first hour, she had exposed her bush and then jerked me off, as she wanted to see 'where she had come from'. As her panties had gotten soiled, she had stuffed them into her coat pocket, but the sheer knowledge of her bush under her nylons and her urge to 'feel how mom had felt with my substantial weight on her petite body' had driven our insanity to such heights that we had ended up on the bed again, where we then united properly, of course. Now, I was wondering how we could continue from there. But the roles were set and had been developed - the show had to go on.
Today, I was to meet my newly-found daughter again at the post office in the town center, as the hotel she was purportedly staying at was just half-a-block away. Sure, I couldn't pull into the courtyard of our English center, and she couldn't possibly own a scooter yet, as this was her first time in Vietnam. As the weather was slowly warming up, I didn't expect her to be wearing her red coat again, but when I saw her from the distance, waiting at the traffic light, the first thing I noticed was her deliciously light left thigh. It was sticking out from under her black skirt which, curiously, seemed much shorter on one side than the other. Although she had wrapped her black-blue-and-white flannel shirt around her waist as well, like a second skirt, she had taken care that her gleaming thigh would be clearly visible to everyone.
Especially her dad. As I was approaching her now, after the lights had turned green, my burgeoning desire almost made me sick.
"Hi, dad!" she and her thigh were beaming. "Are we going to the café again, where we went last time?" she asked, as I was handing her the second helmet.
"Well, if we do that, you might have to jerk me off right away ..." I laughed, pointing at her shapely leg.
Last year, we had amused ourselves upstairs at said café on the secluded balcony several times. As the rickety spiral staircase announced ten seconds in advance if someone was approaching, the coffee shop would even have been an option, but after Mira had sat down behind and wrapped her arms around me, she whispered:
"Or we'll just go to the big, old hotel and fuck again... I'm already in the mood..."
"Well, there's another, smaller guesthouse, which is also empty... I gotta take a look at it again before Tet..." I told her to weave more lore for our role-play, swerving through the midday traffic. "It's nicer than the big hotel... and no one will bother us there, either..."
Reaching past my neck, my sweetie gave me a thumbs-up and snuggled up even closer. Just like the old Art Deco hotel, the B like you really want to make sure that everyone notices your left thigh..."
"I don't know... yeah, it's unusual... but comfortable... I wanna wear something casual tonight on the plane... there are 90 degrees in Saigon..."
"Well, the guys in your aisle will get even hotter," I quipped, before I asked if she was then flying on to Manila right away.
"No, I'll stay at a cheap hotel close to the airport and then continue tomorrow morning..."
She was now taking a large sip from her Pepsi, and I asked her - to crank up the heat and bring us fully back into our rousing sensual play - if she really had told her role-play mother over the phone what had transpired the last time.
"Ha! No, of course, not... we can't tell that anyone... but do you know what happened when I was calling mom from my room in Da Nang in the evening?! While we were talking about you, I got wet..." kolej escort she giggled. "I had one hand between my legs, inside my panties, and, suddenly, your jizz came out..."
Oh, yeah, Mira was awesome. She had it. Perhaps she wasn't quite as good as my long-term affair Nguyet at arranging sensual situations and scenarios, but she definitely had a more rousing sense of humor. And an incredible attention to detail.
"I had to watch myself carefully, holding the phone for the video call, since I then pulled the crotch piece to the side, so that I could masturbate a bit, while I was talking to mom..." she giggled cheekily again - and somehow even seemed to be ashamed for a second.
But yes, this shit was hot.
"Did you climax, eventually?" I was curious.
"Of course. But that was after we had ended the call," she chuckled.
"Okay, but more seriously: Do you really want to accept the position here in town? Perhaps it would be better if you went to Da Nang... it's only two hours away by train..." I suggested pointing at her delectable thigh.
"But dad, I wanna be with you... after all those years..." she countered, using her fingers to comb her awesome short hair. "But yeah, we can't just keep having sex," she then laughed, shaking her head in disbelief.
"But today, we'll do it one more time?" I asked, more or less rhetorically.
I knew this wasn't very refined, but we had a lot of that ten days back, at the old hotel, when she had been wearing her red coat, nice black skirt, and dark-brown pantyhose. To reiterate my point, I touched her thigh, which made her turn away, but only to nonchalantly offer me her young flesh in its full beauty a few seconds later.
"Well, I just had my period... so, yeah, today would be good..." she nodded, instantly escalating the level of arousal. "But perhaps only once, as I need to go to Mrs. Nguyet's office at 1:30. She said I can leave one of my bags there... and quarter past two is the bus to the airport..."
She could 'leave her bag here in town', with Nguyet, since she would come back after Tet. Clever. I thought I was meticulous but Mira's knack for detail easily matched mine.
"That's nice of her... Mrs. Nguyet, I mean... so, apparently, you have decided that you're going to move here, huh?" I asked again, kneading her young thigh here, directly in front of me, a bit more heartily.
While I was entertaining the idea again that we should just get naked and fuck us through several rooms or something, she suddenly turned and leaned forward, offering me her awesome lips. With closed eyes, she was waiting for me to latch onto her mouth, and then our tongues danced for at least a minute, before I sucked that curious tip she had on her upper lip.
"Pop, I can't help it..." she replied after we had let go of each other, gasping. "But do you know what?! Mom will visit us in March or April..."
Us! Jesus! Oh, well, now we needed a hot role-play mother for her - who Nguyet couldn't play, though, as she was only eight years older than my alleged daughter. My long-term affair would just be Mira's hot MILF colleague, from which scenario I could already envision multiple salacious hours ensuing. Mira and I kissed once more to celebrate the fact that she was going to live here in town, but when I kneaded her boobs and asked her to take her bra off, she reminded me that I had to make my rounds, first.
"I'll come with you, of course..."
With my hand under her skirt - where I met some cotton panties with a bit of mesh and lace - we looked at each other, like we had differing plans. I decided to give her the lead again, as I would have done with a real daughter.
"Let's go upstairs!" she suggested and got up. "And you show me everything..."
Yes, that last bit had been nicely ambiguous again. Or straightforward. I grabbed the ice and beer as well as a glass, while Mira was checking out the maltepe escort closest room here, as it was allegedly the very first time that she was here. When she saw the bottle with the lubricant on the coffee table, she grabbed it, of course, saying 'this might come in handy upstairs' with a wanton smile.
"The rooms are a bit quaint and dated, actually..." her verdict was, sounding almost like she was already working as a realtor, before we sauntered down the hall to see if truly all the rooms were identical.
They were. And so, we turned around and walked up the stairs to the second floor, where we instantly kissed again. With gusto, I reached under her skirt and kneaded her butt cheeks and her boat-hull pussy, when she said, gasping for air:
"I think it's better like that..."
Puzzled, I probably frowned and then asked her what she had meant:
"Well, if we had gotten to know each other first, I don't think I could have sex with you... and if mom is coming in April... that would have made it even more difficult," she explained, while we were moseying back to the suite at the end of the hall.
"But why?" I was still curious.
"I don't know... I would see you together... you could do it with her, but me?! I don't know..."
"Perhaps mom would do a threesome?!" I suggested facetiously, but my daughter vehemently denied that that would be an option:
"Oh, please, dad... no, she loves my step-dad..."
"But didn't you say that she still raves about me: my chest hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders... she would probably still like my cock, too... and she's only 44..." I chuckled, hastily carrying matters almost too far, perhaps.
Mira chuckled but then shook her head indignantly. She didn't say anything, though, as we were now looking at the suite's large bathroom and my daughter couldn't turn her head:
"Ooh, dad, look! A bathtub!" she exclaimed, clapping her small hands excitedly in front of her chin.
I had a hunch where this was going, and so just put the beer on the wide edge of the tub and opened the window. We could hear birds chirping and leaves rustling in the yard. A warm squall of air came wafting into the bathroom, and when I turned, Mira put the lubricant bottle next to the beer. Instantly, she relieved herself of her T-shirt, before she opened the button and zipper on the side of her skirt, which she then let drop to the floor.
I went back outside to turn on the main switch which, luckily, Nguyet had shown me once. Back in the room, I undressed, watching Mira snap her bra open on her back. Interestingly, she didn't take it off but held it abashedly against her small bosom. Of course, she was wearing some sort of white lacy panties, under which I could already see her brown bush, as the front of her underwear was pretty much just mesh.
When I took another step or two toward her, my half-erect cock hit her bellybutton area, and I asked if we were going to take a bath now. She took my noodle in her slim hands and nodded coyly. I removed her bra from between us and then tousled her hair, realizing how her nipples were stiffening against my stomach. Watching my pumping cock together, my daughter suggested to take a shower, first, which probably had to do either with peeing or rinsing her fine anus.
"You don't need to take a shower... the weather isn't that hot... I know it's warmer than last time but... " I kept mumbling, adding eventually: "I wanna know what my daughter smells like..."
She did insist, however, and so I slowly pulled her panties down and then even fumbled them off her slim ankles. In the shower, she let me wash her again and then asked if it was okay if she peed quickly. Of course, I nodded and then reached into the delicate tepid jet, which seemed to make her happy. She shot me a grateful smile, and when she was done, she turned and asked me to wash her butt.
"Miraculous, I love your little hot ass..." I murmured, becoming engrossed in her young flesh.
I bit her left earlobe exuberantly and stuck my tongue into her ear but then focused back on the lovely little cheeks in my hands, which I then pulled apart to soap her sphincter. Holding it open with two fingers, I took the showerhead and let the lukewarm water run its course on her light nimble bottom.