A literotic sexstories: TRUE STORY: What Happens In Vegas … Stays Burned In My Memory (revised) by Detroit_Rising ,
Rich was often in Las Vegas for business, and when he was there, he liked to have the kind of fun he couldn’t have at home. This time, he bet on finding a girl on Double List, and the gamble paid off! Don’t forget to hit the Like button … check out my other stories. Get me at kay-eye-kay chicago440
She came through the revolving door as if she were gliding on air. She had an elegance that belied her age … just 24 … and her smooth stride somehow masked the fact that she was 6-foot 2-inches in her heels. A few steps in, she stopped. She told me she was a model but people lie so often I didn’t expect the claim to be true. But she most certainly was runway material. Her leather-clad legs were miles long. Her hips, while slender, tapered into an even more slender waist. Her breasts shattered the flat-chested model norm, and while I couldn’t tell how ample they were from across the lobby, but it was clear she was packing a serious pair under her silky, flowing blouse.
It was almost 2:00 am. Because it was a Tuesday night, the casino lobby was nearly empty. I was glad for that because I was in Las Vegas on business. I’d been nervously scanning the lobby and adjacent bar to be sure none of my colleagues were there. Given that I was a white married man who was nearly 60, I didn’t need the trouble. Well, I actually did need a certain kind of trouble, and Lauren answered my Double List ad that was looking for the adult-fun kind of trouble.
With her in my sights, I got up from my dark corner seat at the bar and walked to her. I’m only 5’9″, so she towered over me. It sure as hell didn’t bother me, and the way she smiled down at me, it didn’t bother her either. We walked to the elevator making small talk. I always ask the women who answer my ads why they do (answer my ads). Lauren answered honestly, “This isn’t something I’m going to make a habit of, and you sounded like fun … and kind of sweet. And I’ve never been with a white man before … and definitely not your age!” Lauren was Black, and her skin was the color of rich hot chocolate.
I am from Chicago, and Lauren wasn’t like the typical Black women I knew. The Chicago stereotype fit many of them: loud entitled divas. Lauren spoke quietly and with just a trace of Southern California accent. She was articulate, kind and authentic.
Laurens facial features were gorgeous. Her big brown eyes melded perfectly with high cheekbones and a perfect nose. Her smile could melt glass, and it certainly melted me. Her relaxed hair fell about to her shoulders.
Always the gentleman, I opened the door to my suite and let her in. The huge room had a panoramic view of The Strip. I mixed myself (yet) another drink … I’d expected her nearly 4 hours earlier and had needed some liquid courage to follow up with her on the phone. Now I was riding the buzz and felt great.
While we’d talked earlier about a photo session, I was way too horny to go through the whole photographer/model thing. We both decided to skip our planned photo shoot even though I was a professional photographer and she was a model. Plus I wanted to get to the fun part of our meeting, and I wasn’t sure how long my energy would hold on … my body was still on East Coast time (I was in Vegas for a convention), meaning all of this fun was starting for me with my body thinking it was 5:00 am!
Lust for Lauren pushed me past the physical barriers. As she looked out the large windows, I walked up behind her and put my hands on her waist … which was a good 6 inches above mine. She turned around and her breasts were right in my face … I looked up at her and almost involuntarily said, “You’re absolutely gorgeous. I’m so very glad you answered my ad.”
Sweetly she said, “I am too, and you’re way cuter than your picture.” I reached up to her face and drew it to mine for a deep, exploratory and then very satisfying kiss.
Toward the end of our kiss, my hands moved from her face to her blouse, finding the small buttons and unfastening them one by one. Lauren’s bra was nothing fancy, but its cups held her breasts up into natural mounds. Their curves were perfect, and the dim lamp light caused a subtle gradient of light to fall across them, illuminating her rich brown skin. And her skin felt and tasted as good as it looked. I sensually landed kiss after kiss across the exposed skin. Lauren let her head fall back and exhaled with a soft moan of approval.
That was all the encouragement I needed to untuck her blouse and release her bra claps. As it the bra fell away it was like her breasts didn’t move. Their shape remained perfect, and I could now see their truly beautiful shape. Her firm nipples were the size of small grapes and rested upon areola about the size of a half dollar. They aimed straight ahead and a little upwards, highlighting the ideal compound curve of her under-boob. Hugely sexy.
What was also sexy is that she was still in her heels and her nipples were exactly at face level for me, so I took full advantage. More moans of approval, and then I felt her hand on the back of me head pulling me more tightly into her. As I moved passionately from one to the other, I tasted a hint of sweetness … colostrum perhaps. The taste drove me even wilder. She’d mentioned that she had a young son…
As I pulled my head back to look up at her she said, “I’m not used to moving so fast, but I’m glad we are.” I felt the same way.
We separated for a moment to undress and Lauren joked about whether she should leave on her heels. Even without them she was still 3 inches taller than me. We ditched them, which when we embraced yet again put the tip of my throbbing cock just above her glistening pussy lips.
Fully naked before me, Lauren’s shape was truly exceptional. She had a slim, almost waif-like build with tiny bones and slender limbs. While her chest must have been a 34-C or D, her waist was tiny tiny, like a young teenager. Her hips, though, completed a dramatic hourglass figure, no doubt wider because of childbirth. Even at nearly 6 feet tall, I doubt she weighted 120 pounds.
I could wait no longer to have her, so I pushed her to the bed, forcefully spread her thighs and attacked her bald snatch with abandon. She apparently loved my mouth on her pussy, and immediately grabbed my head to draw me farther in. Her large outer lips spread wide as my tongue made the trek between the bottom of her vagina up to her clit. I took my time to … first grab a deep breath … then bury my mouth and nose in as deeply as possible, sensually separating her inner lips and tonguing as deeply in as possible. Soon she climaxed and out came that familiar scene of a satisfied woman … musky and rich. I paused for a moment to look at her still open and pulsing pussy … and I marveled at how pink her labia and other womanly parts looked. Something about her dark skin amplified the richness of the color. Certainly, the fact that every part of her was swollen with pleasure had something to do with the shade down there!
But I wasn’t done. Raising my wet face up from between her thighs, I saw Lauren’s post-cum smile widen as I began to caress her hips, thighs and intimate areas. I cupped her pussy under my huge hand and gently squeezed her lips together to ease her into her second round of action. My initial exploring discovered that her pussy opened widely to accept my tongue. Now my fingers would see how much she was really used to. Sliding my fingers up and down the length of her slit, to two easily slide it. After massaging her outer lips and teasing her labia and clit, three slipped inside. I could have gone for four, but I decided to focus on hitting her G-spot, so I turned my palm up and stroked until I found the magic point. When I hit it, I was unrelenting and used the full strength of my forearm to vibrate her pussy opening while the pads of my fingers gently stroked her G-spot. In no time she came again and used both hands to grab and hold my arm still. The intensity of that orgasm nearly made her pass out. I relented and slowly … gingerly even … removed my fingers.
I got up off the bed and sipped some more of my bourbon. As I raised the glass to my lips I could smell the sweetness of the alcohol and the muskiness of Lauren’s pussy. Those two smells were so wonderful together. Lauren had rolled over from her back to her side, and her head was at the edge of the bed. She looked like a piece of hot licorice. Enjoying the view before me like a Hugh Hefner character … with my drink in my hand … ice cubes quietly clinking as a walked toward her … I placed my cock head to her ample Black lips. Without even lifting her head or opening her eyes, she licked my gland and then parted her lips inviting me in.
I slid the tip in and enjoyed the feeling of her tonging me. That, plus the bourbon float I was feeling, caused me to start gently rocking as I just went with it. Before long, my cock was in about half way and Lauren changes her position to open herself up more, and to take more control. I don’t remember everything she did, but I do remember her reaching one of her slender arms around my ass and going between my legs to grab my sack from the backside. This pulled the skin on my cock so tight that I felt like the head was going to pop off … and when when she went down on me then, I almost passed out. I could feel every millimeter of her tongue and cheeks move back and forth on me.
But cumming from oral wasn’t my goal right then, so I forced myself to back away with my chest heaving and my face feeling beet red. “Now we fuck,” I said. I slipped on a condom, climbed on the bed, slid between her long slim legs and dropped my cock into her in one smooth, forceful motion. She was sopping wet and I went in until our pubic bones collided. Just boom!
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