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Chapter 43 — High Noon High School Reunion
Tuyet, Tina, and the other students from their high school graduating class had organized a reunion the previous weekend, where they had all dressed up in either classy, older dresses or spiffy new ones. A professional photographer had their photos taken in a poplar forest close to our town with a white vintage bicycle, lots of straw, some old gardening tools, and even a pony. They had called it ‘Bohemian style’, and I had seen the pictures on Facebook. The more I looked at them, the more smitten I became.
All the girls looked very elegant and some outright gorgeous; many of he dresses probably had been tailored just for the occasion. Most young women had been wearing something faintly Victorian with lace, shelves, and falling folds, while Tuyet had been sporting a modern, light, brightly turquoise-yellow-burgundy dress. She had tied her hair with a cloth of the same dark red, while her make-up was a little too thick for my taste, as I almost failed to recognize her.
Tina’s dress had been different from the others: it was dark-red, with vertical lines of dim blue and yellow squares and circles. The dress looked made of a fairly thick material, but there were no folds or any accessories. It fell straight down like a Cossack shirt. Tina had been to the hairdresser and got her bangs clipped, while her hair was only shoulder-length now and open. All the damsels had been barefoot and most had been holding ears of wheat. With the vintage bicycle and the pony, many photos looked a little cheesy and over the top, but they were still beautiful.
I had suggested to Tuyet she wear the same dress again when we would see each other. She immediately liked the idea, as she knew I was a decent photographer, and suggested that we could shoot some cheeky pictures that would cater to and capture her exhibitionist side. I loved our tacit understanding of what ‘Tuyet in a dress and Ben with a camera’ would most likely end up producing.
Another of my former students, Linh, hadn’t been at the reunion, however, Tuyet told me, and so we conceived the idea to take her with us, so that she could have some nice photos of herself as well. I remembered that Linda had to work a lot to help her family make ends meet. Perhaps the expense of a new dress had been beyond her means. When I asked Tuyet where we could get a nice dress for her, Tuyet dragged Tina into the project, as Tina and Linh had the same figure and height.
Now, Tina was technically not supposed to see me again before she would go back to Saigon, but her mother didn’t know that I was going to be the photographer. Tina would lend Linh her dress, as she had another one she could wear, and Tuyet would pick her up on her motorcycle. Then we would go to two or three nice locations in town and shoot a few special reunion pictures—without ponies, ears of wheat, or old bicycles. I was sure Tuyet would want to show off her body but I didn’t know how Linh would receive it (or how we would hide it from her). In any case, I couldn’t wait to see the three ladies all dolled up and give in to the dynamics of a sensual photo-shooting session.
On said day, I met the three at the marvelous, dainty café, where I had already spent many titillating hours with Tuyet, who had actually discovered and developed her sassy, exhibitionist side here, before we had gone to the small, discreet hotel across the street. The café was perfect for romantic dates and photo shootings, as it boasted countless little niches and corners with rose bushes, wooden paths, flimsy white metal benches and swings, Buddha statues, a gold fish pond, and a long colonnade with climbers and flowers.
Linh was actually wearing Tina’s bordeaux-red dress—and Tuyet her brightly colored one—but Tina took the bun, as she looked like she had sprung from a Proust novel. Her light dress was longish and patterned with light-yellow flowers. It had long, lacy sleeves, and there was more string and lace over her chest. She had also brought an older matching umbrella and filigree gloves and was wearing a matching hat. I didn’t know at whom to look first.
Tina’s dark-red Cossack dress that Linh was wearing today fitted her light skin and black hair splendidly. I had always thought Tina just didn’t wear dresses but I was stunned. Tina’s outfit was beyond my wildest dreams. And to finally see Linh wear a dress was stunning, too. At our private English Center, she had always just worn jogging pants and a casual large T-shirt. I had always thought that Linh must have had a striking figure but she had never shown it. The way she dressed had always been dull, as if she didn’t know she had any female charms. Or, perhaps, she just wanted to hide them.
Linh had been a lot like Tina, in this regard: very conscientious and constantly downplaying her allure as a young woman. She had been a keen student but seemingly completely unaware of her attractiveness. Three years ago, she had worn her hair parted in the middle, tied with a rubber band bursa eskort in a ponytail in her neck, but today her hair was shorter, wavy, and open, with no ponytail. It looked gloriously full. Overwhelmed by the beauty of these three maidens, I lit a cigarette, and we ordered coffee.
“Hey, you all look fabulous!” I told them excitedly after the waitress had left.
The three of them nodded, and Tina blushed. After all, she wasn’t supposed to be here with me. Tuyet sat to my right, and my gaze got stuck on her tender naked shoulders and collarbones. Then I looked around further and admired Linh some more, who I hadn’t seen for more than two years.
Linh had the ‘most Vietnamese’ facial features of the three. Her face was perfectly oval, with her slitted eyes slightly tilted inward. When she laughed or thought about something hard, they almost closed. Her lips were full and her mouth fairly wide. When she laughed, one could see 12 or even 14 teeth of her upper jaw. Perhaps she was the most beautiful of the three, as her character was truly flawless: she was sincere, modest, smart, patient, and considerate. She worked hard, was completely unspoiled, and faced difficulties without complaints.
When the drinks arrived, we all began to talk. I asked Tina about the impending paramilitary training and then the other two how their semester had turned out. When Linh was talking, I looked at her legs for the first time as I had never seen them before. I discovered some short, straight, black hairs on her shins and began to rummage through my camera bag, as I want some natural pictures, like right now, while they were talking, and not just posed ones.
As soon as I had started firing away, though, all three assumed various poses and began to play to the gallery. Well, their wishes were my command. Behind our table was a narrow white metal porch swing, which allowed only two of them to sit on together, so the three took turns who would sit and who would stand next to it. I took some photos with only two (in every possible combination) and then also some with the third girl standing next to the swing. Endearing as their faces, bodies, and souls were—and the way they were dressed—everything was just delightful.
While I was firing away, I asked myself how and when Tuyet would bring out her exhibitionist streak. Or would she suppress it, as Tina and Linh were here? Hardly, as Tuyet, Tina and I had already had sex together. So we didn’t have to worry about Tina. And Linh didn’t seem prudish at all, only a little introvert, perhaps, so it was difficult to judge what Linh would say. Upon second thought, I didn’t think Linh was still a virgin. She seemed too mature and also too independent to have completely abstained from sensual pleasures.
I felt a little sorry for Tina who had suffered defeat within her family’s power structure and now probably had a bad conscience that she was here with me. Her mother apparently had ordered her to remain abstinent, and, as Tina still was financially dependent, she had to oblige. In contrast to Tuyet, who had shown her mother her limits last summer when she flatly refused to stop seeing me, Tina was condemned to be a ‘good girl’ for the time being.
Once, when Tuyet was standing behind the two other girls on the swing, she lifted her dress in the front and showed me her white, small panties, which had some lace around the triangle in the front. She cocked her head and smiled absentmindedly, like she wasn’t even aware what she was doing. Her long, slim, straight thighs were beautiful beyond words, and I began to imagine an hour at a hotel later. Should we invite Linh? After all, she was old enough to decide for herself how far our encounter today should go.
When Tuyet moved to the side of the swing, she put one foot on the seat, so that I could see her thigh again. As light, shapely, and graceful as her legs were, Tuyet attracted all my energy and attention. Now she pulled her dress up in the back, so that I could see the hem of her panties around her butt. Linh looked at her amusedly; apparently she had read on my face who I was looking at the most. Linh smiled knowingly and, perhaps, was warming up to the idea of taking the photo session a little further herself.
When Linh was looking straight at me again, Tuyet pulled up her dress to her waist and exposed her whole midsection. The way she was holding her skirt and looking in the camera was unreal, as her innocent smile didn’t match the nonchalant sexual act of exposing her underwear in public. Tuyet had worked incredibly hard the whole semester; she had been subdued and exhausted and broken up with her coke-head boyfriend, but now she was in her element again. A minute later, we settled the bill and moved to the colonnade at the other side of the large café, after we had quickly clicked through the photos. Tina took off her gloves and put them in her hat, which she was holding in one hand, as it was too hot to wear everything.
Over at the colonnade, I shot bursa merkez escort a dozen photos or so with all three, before the ladies decided to have a bunch of pictures in pairs. When Tuyet lifted up her dress again while she was being photographed next to Linh, Tina suppressed a giggle. She knew of Tuyet’s exhibitionist leanings, but now she wanted to see the picture on the display on the back of the camera. As she bent over, I kissed her earlobe, but she only blushed and whispered:
“Not here.”
I felt my oncoming erection and saw that Tuyet and Linh were talking. Tuyet was probably telling her that that wasn’t the first kiss among Tina and me. Somehow though, we felt that our time here at the café was up, so we quickly looked at the last photos together for a minute. I stopped just before the last ones, as I wasn’t entirely sure if Linh wanted photos in which one could see Tuyet being cheeky.
As I was walking behind the three towards our motorcycles, I wondered if we couldn’t get Tina to join Tuyet’s titillating game. She had seen what Tuyet had done and would perhaps develop enough lust and desire over the next hour or so. Last week, we had been to the beach, and only a few weeks back, she had pretended to be a hooker and we had gone to a hotel together. Some of that spirit must still be in her, I thought. I didn’t know what Tuyet had told Linh, but maybe even Linh would want to build up erotic tension and later help to relieve it.
Linh got on her burgundy-red Honda Dream, which suited her perfectly. Tina seemed to want to get on Linh’s bike at first, but then I persuaded her to ride with me. As we were driving, I asked her if she wasn’t in the mood to experiment with her lust. I reminded her of the hooker-role-play and the day at the beach. There was no reason to be overly shy or sheepish. However, she told me that her mother had berated her for having premarital sex and running around with me in general. She admitted that she was ridden with remorse and guilt.
When we arrived at the large park east of the town center, we were pretty much alone, as it was almost lunch-time. We found two benches near the palm garden at the small lake. The three young ladies were turning up the heat immediately: first, they formed hearts with their arms above their heads, then they hugged and made mooneyes at each other, and finally, they kissed each other’s cheeks and foreheads. My dick was pumping again at the sheer sight of this beauty overload. When we looked at the photos, everyone was excited and super pleased.
Before Tuyet would embark again on some underwear show, I changed lenses and moved away a few yards to capture some natural photos of the three of them as they were talking. I even took some from behind. They probably all knew where I was at any given moment, but the way they were chatting looked natural enough. Everything was more lively now. When I was behind the three, Tuyet, who was sitting in the middle, leaned backwards and looked into the camera. And when the other two just turned sideways, I captured the money-shot of the three faces.
I sat down on another bench behind them and lit a cigarette. Tuyet turned to check where I was and then pulled her dress from under her butt. She then lifted up her skirt with one hand. It wasn’t that original or great, but I still took a picture. Then I went back to the girls, and we looked at the most recent photos again.
Eventually, we would go to a third shooting location, but I suggested to eat lunch first. The girls liked the idea, but then Tina suggested to shoot individual photos here first. So I changed lenses one more time and did a few portraits. Neither Linh or Tina seemed keen on showing their erotic side, but at least Tina put her hat back on and played with the parasol on her shoulders. Interestingly, both Tina and Linh walked away when it was Tuyet’s turn, as if they wanted to give us room for experimentation.
Tuyet and I knew this was our chance. I still didn’t know how privy the others were, but Tuyet didn’t hold back: She sat down on the bench and spread her legs. Then, she pulled her dress up slowly with all eight fingers until the white triangle of her panties appeared between her legs. She posed like that with various facial expressions but then quickly pulled her panties aside and exposed her cute little snatch. A powerful wave of hot desire washed all over me again. I turned, as I was worried that someone could see her, but the two other girls were only looking at their phones about ten yards away.
As the coast seemed clear, I couldn’t help sitting down on the ground, closer to Tuyet, to take some close-ups of Tuyet’s hot pose here. She grinned and I wondered if Tina and Linh knew what was going on. But if they did, why didn’t they join us?! When Tuyet saw that the others didn’t seem to care, she put both thumbs in the waistband of her panties, nodded at me, pushed her panties down and fiddled them off her ankles. Not knowing where to bursa ucuz escort put them, she stuffed them in her purse. My heart was pounding, as it looked like Tuyet would go commando the rest of the day. I didn’t know for how much longer I could sustain the tension. Perhaps Tuyet and I should go to a hotel for half-an-hour, while the others were having lunch?
Anyway, Tuyet wasn’t done yet. She arranged her dress in her lap so that it framed her pussy and now pulled her snatch open with her middle fingers. Innocently, she smiled back at the camera, like she didn’t even know that her pink, pulsating snatch was exposed. What a salacious little bitch she was. The beauty of what she was doing now wasn’t that I was able to enjoy the sight of her tiny pussy but how effortlessly she reconciled the cultural and natural, sexual side of her being. Now, she leaned back and switched to opening her pussy with two fingers of one hand, while her other arm was behind her head. When I moved yet closer again, I saw that her nether lips were moist and glistening. Now, she put one foot on the bench, turned slightly, and looked challengingly at the camera.
To be honest, though: As hot, slick and sly as her show was, it did seem practiced and a tad contrived. It wasn’t erotic in the true sense. Two hours ago, I would have given almost anything to experience Tuyet spreading herself like that, but now I was somewhat disappointed. Perhaps we had already seen too much of each other. In her defense, though, I reminded myself that she knew we didn’t have much time and that we were in a public place with friends. Perhaps that was the reason why she had unreeled her program so quickly and professionally.
When Tina and Linh came back, they didn’t know that Tuyet wasn’t wearing her panties anymore, which was hot, I had to admit. Tuyet put her leg back down on the ground, got up, and her dress fell down to her knees again.
“Lunch?!” Tuyet exclaimed.
We all nodded, and so we went across the street to the small restaurant we had seen earlier. Linh and Tina were immersed in some deeper conversation, it seemed, but I couldn’t make out what it was about. We ordered two large plates with rice, grilled chicken, and fish.
“Where are we gonna go after lunch?” I asked them.
“Well, we need a special place, somewhere extraordinary,” Tina mused. Her gloves were in her hat next to her.
“Somewhere where no one can see us,” Tuyet laughed, looking at me mischievously.
I didn’t know if the other two knew what she meant, but I now suggested the hill behind the war memorial. As far as I knew, no one would be there this time of the day.
“Yeah, but there’s nothing there. Just boring trees, and the view isn’t great either,” Tina contended. Linh nodded.
Tuyet was sitting diagonally across from me so I couldn’t forge out plans with her alone. As horny as I was, I wanted at least that Tuyet—or one of the others—would jerk me off or even blow my dick, ideally during the third photo session. Or, at least, afterwards.
As we were eating, I conceived another idea: The first hotel I had lived at here in town had access to the roof. I had had beers with friends up there, and a few times I had taken photos of the town during sunset. As the hotel was slightly taller than any other building in the vicinity, no one could see us there. When I suggested to take another round of photos there, Linh and Tina were immediately excited, but Tuyet remained quiet.
“Ben, I have vertigo,” she admitted.
“Oh. That’s too bad,” I said quietly, not knowing where else we could go.
“But we’re not going to stand on the edge. That roof area is the size of a tennis court, at least,” I tried to change her mind.
“That might well be, but I can’t help it,” Tuyet muttered. “I get dizzy on rooftops. I know it. But the three of you can go. I’ll wait downstairs. I also think I’m ovulating today or tomorrow,” she said while she was gently padding her stomach.
Linh and Tina needed a few moments to process what Tuyet had just divulged. Apparently, Tuyet knew that we probably would have fucked up there but, now, we would just go up and shoot a few more pictures. Fine.
The mood at the table had changed from excitement to being slightly dejected and deflated. Tuyet took her panties from her purse and went to the bathroom.
Tina burst out laughing and, looking at Linh, she said: “Well, we’ll go up quickly for ten or twenty photos, so that Tuyet doesn’t have to wait for long.”
Perhaps that was the best compromise, after all. We settled the bill and drove to the old hotel, which was downtown. It was the same hotel where I banged Thuy once when we had bumped into each other at the nearby supermarket. The owner of the hotel lived on the fourth floor, just below the roof, which was accessible by flimsy corkscrew stairs. On the roof, there was a small Buddha shrine that kept evil spirits away from the establishment.
When we approached the reception desk, the dude started to look for a key immediately, suspecting that we wanted a room, which was actually a great idea. But while I was trying to get money out of my pocket, Tina told him that we only wanted to go up on the roof. He nodded, as he could see that the three were obviously dressed up for the occasion and that I was holding my camera in my hand.
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