Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2011 16:56:16 +0200
From: Penelope Silversmith <penelope.silversmith@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Love in Laos' VIII

Love in Laos VIII

By Penelope

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At the restaurant, which was in the open air and quite modestly furnished,
Noemi took charge of ordering. After drinks and aperitifs arrived, I felt a
hand on the inside of my leg. By the expression on Lani's face I guessed
Noemi was fondling her too. I was very attracted to this take-charge French
woman and was happy to go with the flow. My slight tinge of jealousy at her
touching Lani, was more than compensated by my own attraction for this
charming dark beauty. Her fingers traced the outline of my vulva underneath
my curly pubic hair and I opened my legs wider to give her more access. Her
fingertips dipped into the moistness beneath the fold of my sex and at that
moment I was almost too aroused to continue eating. I could see Noemi was
having the same effect on my young Laotian lover across the table.

We managed to finish dinner. It was fabulous. Laotian/Thai cuisine served
in a French style. I suggested we go to my hotel for a nightcap and Noemi
readily agreed. We piled into another Tri-shaw and arrived there shortly.
When we got to the room I took charge and put my arms around Noemi kissing
her on the mouth. We French kissed (pardon the pun) hungrily and I began to
pull off her clothes. Her top came off easily and then her lacy black
bra. Her breasts were beautiful: fine firm brown orbs, with large black
nipples. I took one in my mouth and pushed Noemi on the bed and motioned
Lani to take the other breast. She obeyed directly and the black woman
enjoyed the rare pleasure of having each breast suckled by a different
baby.

At the same time I was tugging at the belt and zip of her jeans. They were
tight, of course. In order to give them my full attention I directed Lani
to kneel on the bed and sit on Noemi's face. Lani understood me. She knelt
over Noemi's face and lifted up her short form fitting skirt, exposing her
slim hips, small buttocks, and beautifully smooth young girl's pussy. Noemi
attacked her ferociously with her tongue as her sweet hairless vulva was
lowered onto her face. Meanwhile I had managed to remove Noemi's jeans,
boots and her tiny thong. I could smell her arousal from two feet
away. Without meaning to be racist in any way I have always found black
women have a strong and distinct smell to their perspiration, and to their
sex. Drawn to this heady aroma I lowered my head and placed my mouth on her
dark sex, which she had opened for me.

Her pubic hair was nicely trimmed to what we now call a Brazillian: a thin
strip of her black hair pointing upwards from her vulva like a question
mark. Her inner labia were the colour of dark chocolate and wrinkled. As I
parted her outer labia the bright pink of her vagina beckoned me. The taste
of her was strong but delicious to me. It tasted of her, her sweat, and the
scent she wore. I dug in and buried my tongue deep into her delicious
hole. I looked up to see Noemi with her face buried in my little darling's
hairless pussy. While my tongue was buried in her warm wet hole I placed my
index finger at the opening of her anus and gently pushed it past her
sphincter. Noemi jerked under me and I felt her climax. She bucked her hips
and her vagina became visibly wetter as her juices began to flow.

We took a short break. I kissed Noemi on the mouth and tasted Lani there,
as she could taste herself on mine. I stood Lani up and removed her dress
by simply lifting it over her head. The French woman regarded my little
naked Laotian lover with interest.

'Penny.' She said to me. 'You have a real treasure here. I have been in
Laos for six months and I have yet to find a girl so good as her.'

'That is because you have to climb the tree to get the best fruit.' I
laughingly told her.

'Perhaps if you went to the villages?'

'By the way how long do you plan to stay in this country?' I asked.

'My project is to supervise the building of twenty schools, starting in
Phnom Penh. I am a trained Civil Ingenieure. Did you know? I expect the
project will be finished in two years.'

I filed this information away for the moment. I motioned to Lani to take
over from me and lick her pussy. I removed my dress and carefully folded
it. It was the only dress I owned and I did not want it wrinkled. As Lani
dived into Noemi's dark centre, I climbed onto the bed and kneeled over
Noemi, facing her feet so I could watch my little beauty. I lowered my
hairy labia onto Noemi's face and she began to lick me.

Within a short time I was again in the throes of an orgasm. Noemi used her
fingers and tongue to bring me to a very quick climax. She had found my
g-spot and I squirted several jets of my clear discharge onto her face.

'Mon Dieu Penny. You are a wonder! I have not seen a woman cum with such
enthusiasm. Your juice, it is a wonderful thing.' She crowed.

Noemi's discharge, modest though it was in comparison, had completely
smeared Lani's lipstick. And unaccustomed to wearing it, she looked almost
like a clown. I cleaned off my lover's face. She was tired, it had been a
long day and she fell asleep between us.

Noemi and I lay on either side of her on the bed, admiring her beautiful
young body and each caressing her different parts.

'Lani is very special to me.' I told Noemi.

'Yes, I can see that.'

'It will break my heart to leave her when my contract is up in a week from
now.'

'Non! C'est pas vrai Cherie.' Noemi expostulated.

'Yes. I was hoping to find her a decent home before I left, but sadly I
have not.'

'Incroyable! But she must stay with me! Will you let me look after your
tresor for you? When will you return?'

I smiled at her and said: 'Yes I will be grateful if you can care for
Lani. And I will love to return. Some day. Maybe.'

We fell asleep together in each other's arms.

The rest of my stay in Phnom Penh was a succession of long nights in which
the three of us made love to each other without stopping. I fell in love
with Noemi, not in the same way as I had with Lani. But my feelings for her
were just as strong. We did not mention our arrangement until we were, the
three of us, on our way to the airport. I asked my kind driver to translate
to Lani, as I explained to her that I had to leave. Lani cried and cried,
holding me tight while her tears ran down and wet my shirt. I explained to
her she would have a new lover, Noemi. Eventually she stopped crying, and
began to smile a bit. At least until we parted for the last time at the
flight departure gate. That was the last time I saw Lani.

Noemi and I kept in touch over the years, and I saw her again several
times. Once we spent a wonderful week together in Paris, her home. And as
it happens in the business we ended up more than once in the same disaster
zone together.

As for Lani, when Noemi left a year after I did, she had taught my young
lover to speak French, and some English too. Lani was by then well
connected with the foreign lesbian scene in Phnom Penh, and she found
another lover on her own. The last I heard she had her own restaurant
called Lani's Place. If you are lesbian and visiting Phnom Penh, you should
definitely visit Lani's Place. And tell her Penny sends her love.