0 comments/ 15150 views/ 0 favorites Stays in Vegas By: CQ80 I met you at the gate. Did you see my hand trembling, when I set my bag down next to yours? My heart was pounding furiously. I had been dreaming of this trip for weeks. Business... forget business. I had a very different type of agenda but I didn't have the nerve to put it on the table. "Ready for adventure?" you asked. "What?" I stammered. "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" you replied casually. "I...I..." was the only response I could force out of my mouth, which had suddenly become parched. It was only a beat and you seemed not to notice as you continued "... I love those commercials. They're so funny." I sat down quickly and pretended to search for something in my purse while I tried to start breathing normally again. The entire plane ride, I tried to casually move my leg over a little bit at a time, so that it might brush up agains yours now and then. I thought about pretending to doze off, and end up with my head resting on your shoulder, but no, too obvious. You were so funny, such a gentleman. It seemed too much to hope that you'd put your hand on my knee, and so I wasn't really too disappointed when you didn't. We listened to music on your laptop and chatted and laughed, while the butterflies danced in my stomach. We checked in at the hotel. You didn't notice that the girl behind the desk looked at you, winked at me, and then upgraded my room. Perhaps if the bellman hadn't moved so quickly to take my bag you'd have noticed that I was on a much higher floor. A while later I met you in the lobby. "Ready to see Vegas?" you asked. We walked through the casino, and I was drowning in the swirl of people and music and blinking lights and bells. We stepped out of the front door, and a wave of heat hit me. I took a deep breath and tried to stop my voice from shaking. "Which way?" You took my hand and smiled a little bit. "You ok?" you murmured as I stopped in my tracks and looked into your eyes. I blushed, a little half-smile spreading across my face, and nodded mutely. You gave my hand a squeeze as we headed off to see the incredible sights of the city. The sun was falling behind the nearby mountains and the neon world around us was becoming more vivid. We walked for a while and slipped into a huge hotel, finding a bar area where a live band was playing. There were several small booths and you chose one off to the side of the room, where we could sit side by side. As I sat down you slid close to me, and put your arm around my waist. "Give me a kiss" you said with quiet confidence, as though it were a statement and not a question. Without hesitation I leaned forward and allowed your lips to brush across mine. The softness of the kiss made my mouth open with the desire for more contact. The waitress inadvertently interrupted us, turning toward us from a nearby table. I ordered a glass of wine, and you smiled and said simply to her, "...two." When she had walked away, you reached out and softly touched my cheek. I smiled involuntarily, looking down and feeling the dizzy excitement fill me again. "I love this smile" you whispered, tracing the shape. I leaned in close to your ear, and whispered, "I love you." Your hand moved softly over my jawline to the back of my neck, and you gently pulled me toward you for another, deeper kiss. We sipped our wine and listened to the band. It was a jazz mixture of piano and horns. There were no words, which allowed me to speculate silently about how far our evening would progress. The kisses we exchanged grew deeper, and you pulled me slightly closer to you in the booth. When you slipped your tongue into my mouth I felt a shudder down my back and an urgency that I could no longer ignore. I had to get you alone. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. "I'd like you to see my room" I said, with the same confident tone you had used to request a kiss. Your face lit up with a mischevious grin. "Really?" "Yes, I'm quite sure it's nicer than yours" I teased. "Oh, and how do you know?" you replied, up for the challenge. "Two words, baby, spa tub." You slipped away briefly to pay for our drinks, and then we were walking quickly back to the hotel. This time the wine mingled with the lights and the sounds of the casino, and I leaned on your arm, pressing my breast against your arm. I knew that you noticed the stiffness which was evident right through the shirt I was wearing. ****** As I slip my key into the door, my demeanor changes. You notice. I look intently into your eyes, smiling in a new way as I pull you inside and shut the door. You glance around the room and whistle. "Wow..." A king size bed, a large seating area facing impressive windows, and a kitchenette area. I clear my throat softly and you see that I am pointing into the bathroom with a wicked grin. You walk to the doorway and take in the view - an enormous tub, with a skylight overhead. My arms circle around your waist as I press against you from behind. "There's wine in the minibar. Please pour me a glass and meet me on the couch." I slip into the bathroom, emerging in a robe I bought after checking in, in anticipation of this opportunity. (How fantastic are the hotels in Vegas? You don't even have to go outside of your own hotel to shop). The deep rose silk covers a set of lingerie for your eyes only. Your eyes widen in delight as I slip onto the couch next to you. "Cheers", I murmur, as I clink my glass against yours. As I take a sip of wine, your arm slides around my shoulders to draw me in for a kiss. We take turns, kissing each other. When it is my turn, I move slowly back along your jawline, and exhale onto a spot that I have just kissed behind your ear, where I can detect a trace of maddeningly delicious cologne. We continue exchanging kisses mingled with sips of wine, until you stop, and deliberately take both of our glasses, and step over to the minibar to put them out of the way. When you return to the couch, you sit down and then pull me forward, so that I am nearly on top of you. Your tongue pushes into my mouth again and again, ratcheting up my level of excitement. I feel your hand tug at the sash of my robe, and I whisper, "Oh no you don't". I put your hands on YOUR shirt, and demand "Off." You rapidly comply, and I have to suppress a sound of delight. I have wanted to see your bare skin for so long. I kiss and lick my way down your torso and then trace the edge of your jeans with my tongue as you groan aloud. "Off." I repeat. Off comes everything you are wearing, and as you reach for me I push you back down onto the couch. "Wait." I slowly untie my robe and then tease you, peeling it off my shoulders inch by inch while I stare into your eyes. I drop the robe completely. Deep pink lace. As I sink to my knees in front of you, I maintain eye contact and watch your face as you realize what I'm about to do. I reach out my hands, and you feel my fingernails barely graze up your lower legs as you get harder and harder. I lean forward, and begin at your knee. A tiny circle with my tongue, a soft wet kiss, and then a barely perceptible bite. Over and over, up the inside of your thigh as you watch, your fingers brushing the curls away from my face so that you can watch my mouth - I look at you, close my eyes, kiss you, and then look at you again, over and over as I work my way up. My face is against you, and I lift my head slowly so that I drag the side of my jaw up the length of your erection. I go down again, then up...but this time with my tongue. I wrap my hand around the base and open my lips, lick them slowly, and trace the outline of my wet lips with the tip. One drop has already appeared and as I drag your dick along the edges of my mouth, it mingles with my saliva. I close my lips over the head, and let you enjoy the warm wetness as my tongue swirls over you from within. My fingers begin moving up and down steadily, easing you one agonizing bit at a time into my eager mouth. Now I have two hands on you, one stroking your balls, and the other on the shaft, moving up and down as I suck you into my mouth, and let you slide out, over and over, the wetness from my mouth making you glisten. I break my mouth away only to move down to lick and suck at each ball, stroking the hidden spot underneath with my fingertip. Yes, another spot to excite you. When your breathing has grown ragged, I stand, smile, and walk over to the bed, and as you follow I point to a box you hadn't noticed on the nightstand. As you put one on, I peel the bra and panties off and lie down on the bed, looking over my shoulder at you. I roll over onto my stomach, spread eagled. You stretch out on top of me, using your arms on either side of me to keep from crushing me with your weight. I raise my hips slightly, and you slide into me easily, realizing how warm and wet I am and that I love to be taken from behind. Your right hand slides down until your fingers find my clit, and you stroke it as I writhe underneath you, clawing and clenching at the bed linens as I go sweetly insane at the feeling of you pressing into me, deeper and deeper. Faster. More. All I want is for you to push against that secret spot inside of me over and over, and you do, until I explode, so hard that you feel the ripples inside of my body, and fall over the threshold with me. When the waves of our orgasm have subsided, you begin kiss the back of my neck (ooooh... aftershocks rippling through me....) and then you kiss your way down my entire back, and roll me over and kiss your way back up, slowly, slowly, until you reach my face and we begin all over again (in the tub.....) --for BT.... Stays in Vegas Mark called, announcing his return to the hotel, and we told him we would be there in just a minute. I stepped out of our room, and Di stuck her head out into the hall. After deciding no one was out there, she stepped out, closing the door behind her. The look on Mark's face was priceless when he opened the door. There was my beautiful wife standing there in white stockings, a garter belt, and high heels. And nothing else. He ushered us in, and hung the "do not disturb" sign on the door knob. Di wasted no time, pushing Mark onto a bed, and immediately gave him head. She already knew how to push his buttons and had him cumming in minutes. After two hours of every imaginable sex act, we opted to call it a night. Mark was getting sore, Di was getting sore, and I was getting bored. We agreed to meet in the morning for one last fling. Di woke up before nine and jumped into the shower. My phone rang, and it was Mark. One of his clients had a major problem and he had to fly out first thing. He gave me his E-mail, and told me to take care of Di. She was a bit disappointed, but didn't dwell on it. Instead we opted to see the sights we had missed. Typical tourist crap. Overpriced trinkets, non English speaking men handing out cards to some tittie bar, and lots of skin. And not necessarily attractive skin either. Before we knew it, it was five o'clock, and we were headed back to our room. "I'm going to take a shower." I announced as I headed for the bathroom. "Can you run down and get some ice first?" she asked. I grabbed the white bucket and walked down the hall. As I got to the vending room at the far end, I began to wonder what we needed ice for. Women...I don't get 'em. "Thank you dear!" She said as I set the pail on the table. "Now can I take my shower?" I asked. "Yes, dear" she answered with a smile. What did that mean? The hot water felt good, as I stood there for a very long time. This wasn't a "get clean" shower, it was more of a "Aahhh, this feels great" shower. I was so relaxed, I decided not to get dressed. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and opened the door. The cool air was refreshing, but in the back of my head I sensed something was not quite right. Have you ever been so surprised by something that, for just a moment, it doesn't register, and you kind of stand there until it sinks in? Well that's what just happened to me. On one bed was my wife, sprawled out in a tee shirt, smiling at me. On the other bed was Linda and her friend. Naked. "I had to send you out for ice so I could call Linda, and line this up!" I stood there dumbfounded. Linda slowly made her way over to where I was standing, and in one quick grab, snatched the towel from around my waist. Within the course of an hour, my tongue explored more holes than a gopher in Texas. More holes than Tiger Woods on a sunny Saturday. More holes than a main street in New York. More holes...well, you get the idea. Strangely enough, it took quite an effort for the girls to get me to cum. Not that it wasn't a turn on, it was more my concern for my wife. The whole time I was worried about how she felt, and I found myself comparing the talents of these nymphs to my wife. Yes, they were tasty, yes they could deep throat, and yes they swallowed, with pleasure, but all I could think about was Di. I went through all the motions, and made sure they were satisfied. When it was over, my fingers were sore, my tongue and jaw were sore, I had a kink in my neck, and my leg was starting to cramp up. They wanted to get together the next day, but we had a plane to catch early in the day. They seemed truly disappointed, and we swapped numbers before they left. We got to the airport early and had a quick bite to eat. We struck up a conversation with a nice man, who appeared to be in his early sixties. He told us how he hated flying. It always made him nervous. He told us he usually drove everywhere, but this time his job required him to be across country with only a couple of days notice. He told us his name was Martin, and that he was a confirmed bachelor, now too old to find a girlfriend. My wife chuckled, and said she could find lots of girls for him, as he was still quite good looking, and very charming. He almost blushed. My wife assured him all would be fine, as they began the boarding, and we said good-bye. After sitting on the tarmac for almost an hour, the pilot announced to us that there was a mechanical problem that he didn't feel comfortable flying with, so we taxied back to the terminal and shuffled back inside. Things would not bode well for us, as our contest tickets would have to be considered standby. Same went for anyone who purchased their ticket in the last day. By ten that night, it was down to five of us- two young men on their way back to college, the man we talked to earlier, and us. There were five seats left on this last flight, so it looked like we would all get to go. As we entered the plane, the attendant placed the two young men in the front row, by the bulkhead, and assuming the three of us were together, placed us in the very last row. Martin scooted into the window seat, then Di, and I took the aisle. Poor Martin was shaking, he was so nervous. The flight attendant brought him a blanket, thinking he was cold. It was so big it covered half of my wife as well. A second flight attendant made her way down the aisle, starting with us in the back. "Because this is a late night flight, we will be turning off the overhead lights. Is there anything I can get you before it gets dark in here?" "No, we're fine, thanks." "Well, if you do, just push this button." She pointed to the little square switch above our seats. Di was speaking softly to Martin, telling him she flew all the time, and that there was nothing to worry about. As the plane lifted off, I could sense she was holding his hand. As the plane leveled off, she told him to recline his seat back and relax. I laughed to myself when I looked over. Now instead of staring at the seat in front of him, he was laying back staring at the overhead compartment. My wife was talking, actually whispering to him. It was so soft that I couldn't make out what she was saying. Almost as if a switch had been flipped, Martin suddenly went into relax mode. The tension had left his face and his eyes were closed. The telltale movement of the blanket told me Di had found his "switch". I squeezed her thigh, showing her I approved of what she was doing. She glanced down the aisle, then shifted slightly in her seat so she could use both hands to unzip his pants. No one could possibly see her, and the people seated in fronted of us were out cold, evident by the light snoring. Her hand movements became more assertive, as she used both hands to jack him off. "You stand guard, I'll be back soon!" she whispered to me as her head disappeared under the blanket. I knew exactly what he was experiencing. I could feel each lick, and the swirl of her tongue, as if she were doing me instead of him. If I thought about it much more, I would need a napkin. Martin had grin from ear to ear, as Di emerged, licking her lips. "Uummmm!" she said as she straightened herself up in her seat. Martin tucked himself back in, and dozed off. I would not get my relief as I had hoped, because people were starting to stir, and one by one, they trudged passed us to that little cubicle behind our seats. At several times, they would be lined up, standing right next to me, waiting their turn. Di promised to take care of me as soon as we landed. The "fasten seat belt" ding woke Martin up. After a lazy stretch, he brought his seatback up, and looked around. "Wow! Look at the lights!" he exclaimed as he peered out the window. The plane touched down without incident, and made it's way to the terminal. "Now see, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Di asked as she patted his knee. "That was truly the best experience I have ever had!" He shouted with a smile "Then you won't have any trouble flying again, will you?" "Only if you promise to fly with me every time!" he teased. "You just have to pay for the tickets" Di joked as we stepped onto the moving sidewalk. "Uh...I'll do you one better." he said softly. Di looked at him with curiosity. He waited until we were off the moving belt, and spread out from the other travelers. "Do you know that company that makes..." I couldn't hear because he whispered it in Di's ear. She nodded. "Of course! Everybody knows that!" "Well...that's my company." "Oh, that's cool! I have a friend who works there too!" "No, I don't think you understand...that's MY company." A pregnant pause follows. "You mean..." "Yep. I'm founder, owner, and CEO" The look on his face told us he was serious. "And I own two jets. I am, or I should say, I was afraid to fly in them. But now things may be different. For the first time he turn his attention to me. "If you and your lovely wife ever want to fly anywhere, just say so. We can have an entire jet to ourselves!" "That would be fantastic, but we couldn't impose on you." "Nonsense! If your wife is willing to help me with my "fear of flying", I'm willing to pay you!" "Well, how often would you want "help" with your fear?" I asked inquisitively, assuming once or twice over the next year. "Hell! As often as you want! Once a month, once a week, heck, how about every day!" He shouted. He was definitely a new man. "That would be all fine and dandy, but we have to work, and we don't get a lot of vacation time." "Son..." He put his arm around my shoulder. "Son...you may not realize I am one of the wealthiest people in the country. Take whatever you and your wife earn, and double it. That's how much I'll offer you to just "fly" around with me. Sort of a permanent vacation." He handed me a business card. "Here, call me, and let me know!" From the front of the airport, we watched him climb into the back of the longest limo I have ever seen. As he pulled away, we saw the personalized plates with the name of his company spelled out in an abbreviated form. We made our way through the parking garage, and plopped down in the comfort of our suv. I sat there looking at the card, and contemplating the possibilities. "Boy, you must have pulled out all the stops up there! He seemed very impressed with you." "Jeez! All I did was gave him a blow job!" "Well, it must have been one hell of a blow job!" "Lean your seat back and I'll show you!" I didn't have to be told twice. As she unzipped my pants, it practically jumped out to greet her. "Well, hello!" She said as she squeezed it. She took her time licking and kissing my cock. "Are you really considering his offer?" She asked with her head still in my lap. "It is a chance to travel and see cool stuff." I offered. "Yeah, cool stuff like me sucking his cock, huh?" Unfortunately the words made my cock twitch so hard, it bonked her nose. "That's it!" She said as she assaulted my hardness with her tongue. "You want to watch me suck his big, thick cock, and swallowed his creamy cum! Don't y..." The words were choked from her throat as my cock spurted uncontrollably into her mouth. The intensity caused little flashes of light in my head. "Wow! That was the biggest load I have ever gotten out of you!" "Was his cock really big and thick?" "Yes, and his cum was creamy and tasty too. Please don't get jealous, but I would love to fuck him!" "Jealous? Does this look like I'm jealous?" I grabbed her tiny hand and wrapped it around my cock. It may not be as big as theirs, but it was still rock hard. "Ohh!" She reached down and slid my seat as far back as it would go and straddled my lap. "Aren't you nervous someone might see us?" I whispered. "Nervous? Does this look like I'm nervous?" she said as she guided my cock into her very wet pussy, and began pounding away. Several people did walk by, but it never phased Di. She had numerous orgasms in the twenty minutes it took for me to have my second. I lay awake all night, and just sat in my chair the entire next day, perplexed as to what we should do. I didn't want to offend Di, or assume as to what she really wanted. As I sat there, she would occasionally walk by as she straightened up the house, never saying a word, never mentioning the options. I finally came to the realization that she had her fun and now wanted to go back to her normal routine. Yes, that's why she won't say anything. She just wants me to forget it ever happened. Her words snapped me out of my trance. "I say we go for it!" she said as she sat on the ottoman across from me. Now it was all on me. What did I decide? Maybe someday I'll tell you!