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What Happens in Vegas...  


1/11/2009 5:22 am
 Jim here... Just stepped off the plane. The sign says “Fabulous Las Vegas.” Just one more annual convention is the way I see it. Man, I wish corporate would start holding these things in Hawaii... at least they don’t have casinos. Still hurting from last year’s trip. Got spanked real proper from that Asian hottie that wouldn’t stop dealing herself Black Jack. Man, she was one hot lady. Caesars knew what they were doing when they hired her. Her smile and manner kept you at ease and glued to the seat.

Why is it I can’t meet any women like that in my off time...

The limo pulled into Planet Hollywood on the LV strip. Check in and as I handed my bags to the bellman I glanced over his shoulder and my eyes went tilt! Hey isn’t that... I know her from some place... That’s right she was that dancer from the Déjà vu gentleman’s club. Met her last year, she was quite a dancer, nice legs too. I had a great time. We got to talking about the upcoming election and she kept coming over to talk on her breaks. What a stunner! Wow she looks as good in clothes as she does out of them... I wonder if she remembers me... what’s she doing here... Does she still work there?

She turns around and looked me dead in the eye and with the most kissable lips I had ever seen in my life she said “I know you from somewhere?” I reminded her where we met and she reached out and gave me a big hug. Asked her what she was up to and she said she just had dinner with some girl friends. We made plans to meet and hang out that evening at the Playboy Club on the top of The Palms. Checked in and couldn’t stop thinking about how much I lucked up running into her.

Got up to the Palms about tenish... she was already there engaged in a conversation with the bartender. I walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and another big hug... right now I’m thinking so far so good... before I could say anything she says “hey, let’s dance I dig this cut!” She kicked off her shoes, revealing her well manicured toes. And the cutest little toe ring that made my heart go giddy-up! I wanted to run to a lounge chair. Shit, I can’t dance! Been married for 14 years, and a commercial real estate agent for the last 20. Been out of the dance scene for longer than that. What the hell I’ll give it a shot.

That was disastrous! Still, she didn’t seem to mind. She caught me staring at her feet. “What’s up with you? You got a foot fetish?” She laughs, I blush... She asked me how long was I in town for. “A few days...” We grabbed a seat that over looked the city’s spectacular view of lights. We talk like old friends. She told me of her plans to leave the exotic dance scene. And how she was stacking her dollars to open a spa and message clinic with an oxygen bar. Sounded like she had it all worked out.

I called her the renaissance woman. She couldn’t have been much more than 25 but she had a way about her that led you to believe that she was of another era. At times she spoke like she was right out of the sixties. Like Frank and the “Rat Packers” would. She used terms like “chicks” for girls and “cats” for guys. “You dig” “groove” and even “groovy”. Stuff you don’t hear from her generation. You could tell that she had something deep going on behind those mesmerizing hazel green eyes.

Oh hell, better now than never! I said “let’s go to my suite and hang out a little.” I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes as she prepared her answer. She said tonight’s not the night and that she was about to take off. She didn’t give me her number but I gave her mine and we parted. I felt like she flaked me... like I was dismissed! Back at my room I couldn’t help thinking that I must have screwed up... that I must have jumped the gun!

Long day at the convention center. I guess I’ll hit the shower then the pillow as soon as I get to the room. Maybe I’ll step out later and see what this town has in store for me. No sooner than I close my eyes the phone rings. “Hey, what’s cooking good looking?” It was her! I jumped straight up in the bed, trying to hold my composure I yawningly said that I was just taking a nap. She apologized and was about to excuse herself off of the phone. I stopped her and said “I’m up now what are you up to?” She said that she was open for the evening.

I made plans to meet her at 6:30 in the French restaurant at the Eiffel Tower in The Paris. The food there is absolutely exquisite! It’s a business practice of mine to arrive at all engagements 15 minutes early. Half hour past and she was late. Hit the redial on my cell to see if I could catch her. Damn, went straight to the voice mail. I heard her sweet and confident voice on the other end. Left a message... 15 more minutes and I’m about to lose it...

Wow! Here she comes... She skims a look around the restaurant and spots me. Flashed that smile of hers and all anger and frustration left me immediately. She was strutting toward me... wearing a fire red V neck sweater blouse which revealed enough of her voluptuous breasts to allow you to be able to look in her face while we spoke. She had on some skin tight white Capri pants on that screamed out ‒ fuck me!!! Loved the red open toe high heel pumps too. I got up so quickly I almost knocked the table over - She said “sorry I’m late.” I said “don’t worry about it I was late too, just got here as a matter of fact.”

“I got to tell you, you are one sexy woman!” I couldn’t tell you what I ordered. I know that she had the escargot to start and the cognac shrimp with beurre blanc sauce as the main course. We were seated in a secluded booth, the lights were soft and low. I asked her “what are your plans for the evening? Plan to go back to the Play boy club?” She said “oh no, I never go to the same spot two nights in a row. I’m mysterious you know.” I couldn’t help thinking ‒ girl you just don’t know how mysterious. Just as I was scrambling and searching for words... contemplating my next move...

She said “I know that you’re not a local and probably want to go out and do the town tonight... I was wondering if we couldn’t just go back to your suite. Watch something on the pay per view and just groove...”

I said sure Hun...

Back at my suite and she says: “hey they’ve got a few standup comedy specials, let’s put that on. Can you order some shrimp or crab cocktail?” We talk some and laugh some. She had her feet up on the sofa and having a good laugh when she started rubbing my leg with her foot. I said “I’ll give you all night to cut that out”. She said “you know you don’t want me to stop. Your about to give me more than all night”.

I wanted to pinch myself... did she say what I thought she said! Just then I felt my dick getting rock hard. She started to rub her foot on my swollen cock and looked like she was thoroughly enjoying it too.

As I got close enough we kissed. Holding a hand full of her hair I kissed her again deeply. I turned off the TV and slipped on a smooth jazz CD. Boney James was blowing his rendition of Chaka Khan’s “Sweet Thing”. The vibe couldn’t have been better. I could feel her body craving mine. She started giving me little bites all over my ears, neck and chest. My hands were caressing her breast. In an instance I had her out of her top and bra. I was nibbling and tugging at her nipples. Between my legs I was throbbing. She thrust her hips forward, squirming and moving herself under me. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. We removed the rest of our clothes.

She rose up on one elbow and began stroking my cock with one hand. Then she playfully licked the tip of it. There was a glistening droplet of cum on it and while looking up at me with those dreamy eyes she licked it off. I thought I was going to cum right then and there but she hadn’t even begun! She started licking my balls and stroking my cock. She had it so big and swollen that I didn’t even recognize it! She started to suck it slowly and rhythmically. I let out a deep moan when she took it deeply into her mouth and throat. Sucking it faster and faster. I was shivering and almost climaxed. Then she rose up and you could tell that she was enjoying what she was doing to me. Boy did she know what she was doing too!

I rolled her over... ran my fingers over her neatly trimmed vagina. I could feel her getting wetter and hornier as I stroked her clit. Imogen Heap's "Spooky" was on the stereo. I decided that it was my time to take the stage.

I began with what I was craving all night ‒ her feet! I started licking the soles ‒ she started to squirm and shivered as I ran my tongue under her toes and between her toe cleavage. Cringing as I sucked every toe. I stared up in awe at how she looked to be in pure bliss. That heighten my arousal and I only wanted to give her more pleasure. I reach up and stroked her clit again. Her juices were all over my hands.

I wanted to taste those pussy juices on my tongue. I slowly kissed her legs, working my way up her inner thighs to her velvety love nest. I ran my tongue over her swollen clit and up and down the walls of her juicy pussy. She tensed up and her pussy was like a water fall of love juice.

She moved up to where she was right over me. Her legs were wide open and offering herself to me. My cock was standing straight up as she slowly came down on it. Burying my dick inside her moist warm pussy. I said to myself “this must be what heaven feels like!”

She sat upright while bouncing up and down on me. I turned her over and got behind her. Her pussy was dripping wet. I guided myself into her doggie style. I could feel my dick pulsating deep inside of her. I could feel her hungry pussy throbbing and quivering at my every thrust. I went deeper and deeper. I couldn't believe how silky smooth and hot it was in there. The lips of her vagina swelled as it accepted my throbbing cock.

There was a mirror at the head of the bed and I could see the look of passion and pain in her eyes as I rammed myself deep into her. Gripping her hips with my hands we moved together in sequence. Giving her the full length - fulfilling her with sweet ecstasy - she let out a scream! And another, and another!

I didn’t want it to end.

An orgasm begun to overtake the both of us and we cried out in moans of ecstasy.

I felt my hot liquid explode inside of her, our juices were gushing out with every stroke. She screamed out Ahhhhhhhh! We were both shivering... my knees and arms fell limp and I collapsed onto her. We just laid there smiling into each other’s faces. My cock was still inside of her. We laid that way for a moment, then I slowly, reluctantly, I crawled off of her, feeling my exhausted cock slide out of her wet, thoroughly fucked pussy.

That was the best convention that I ever went to. I go to them every year and couldn’t think of a finer town to go to a convention. I couldn’t help but wonder if any of the other guys from the office had a similar experience while in Vegas. Never heard any of them talk about it. Still you know what they say about what happens in Vegas...

ClassyGinger

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Fire BreathingLIBERAL!!
GimmeAThrill
15183 posts 

1/11/2009 8:25 am

 No, I've never heard that saying! What is it!

Ok, I have. Good stuff.

The foot thing, a kinda funny story. Way back in my teen days, I was dating a girl. We were at a pool party and, being the way teens are, well, guys anyway, I wanted some action. Rather than leave, or try and find a quiet spot, she strokes me off with her feet. In the pool. Nobody noticed.
Smart as a horse and hung like Einstein


classyginger replies on 1/11/2009 5:58 pm:
Guilty as charged! I've done some pretty naughty things with my feet...
igotplentytogive
Ask me for a photo
539 posts 

1/11/2009 2:06 pm

 wow great story gin, sounds like one lucky guy


classyginger replies on 1/11/2009 6:03 pm:
Thanks!

Every now and then I guy should get lucky...
honestjohn4u
3174 posts 

1/15/2009 2:56 pm

 Wait until I tell the boys about you.
I Swami Johnny see's all, knows all, tells very little.


classyginger replies on 1/15/2009 9:43 pm:
Naughty me...
ta4us2day
187 posts 

1/15/2009 3:48 pm

 Pant Pant Pant..was it good for you to? Smoke ifin ya got,em...an shower..O..M..G....Interesting very


classyginger replies on 1/15/2009 9:45 pm:
It's gonna be alright just breath slowly...
bluenfree
2474 posts

1/22/2009 4:59 am

 I used to get sent to Comdex every year. Our secretary always booked me into Circus Circus because it was cheap. Were you one of the girls in the video games room?
I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed man. - Winston Churchill

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