I met Malia eleven years ago in a Lush chatroom on the very first night I visited the site. Malia and I hit it off immediately. In the years that followed, we wrote many stories together, but we were always more than collaborators.
Malia had a wicked mind for sexual fantasy. She was open about her deepest, darkest, dirtiest desires. She admitted to me on that first night that she was bi-curious, though she had never been with another woman in real life.
Many nights, we would talk on the phone until the early hours of morning. She would orchestrate the craziest scenes for us, introducing fictitious guests into our fantasy to join us. The things we told each other over those many years still make me horny.
We talked about meeting. It was around the time my first marriage was breaking down. The breaking down part took another five years and our timing never seemed to work.
As the years passed, I moved on. But a few months ago, I sent Malia a text. I’m not sure why I sent it – perhaps a little reminiscent, perhaps a little longing for that erotic high we once shared.
Malia didn’t reply immediately. I didn’t think much of it until a week later when I received a text notification, “I’m fine babes, how are you?”
I waited a few hours before replying, “I’m well. It’s nice to hear from you. I’m sorry I haven’t been keeping in touch.” Malia knew that I had since been divorced and moved on with Marcy, my current spouse.
Malia and I had always shared this insane connection. Jealousy or envy were completely absent from our tone or text, which I found odd given I was with another woman and not with her.
Suddenly, my phone rang and there was her number.
“Hi hon,” I answered, “that was fast!”
She giggled and said in the voice I recognized and longed for once again, “I know. Babes – I’ve missed you.”
It was amazing how it took only a moment for my monogamous defenses to surrender. I was hard and wanting her. “You sound so good, I could just eat you right now.”
“Could you now?” she giggled again, “how would that look to you? Tell me!”
Four hours later, our bodies aching, mine covered in cum, hers dripping with cream, we said our goodnights. I had to meet this person.
*****
A few weeks later, I found myself walking through the McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas.
Lynn and I were in Vegas for a conference. Lynn is my business partner and best friend. She is a drop-dead gorgeous brunette with large breasts, perfects legs, and a smile that can seduce any man. We have a lot of fun together, but we are not a couple and have tried our best to be platonic for years, though not always successfully.
Lynn and I had been asked to present at a conference. I had been disappointed when Lynn told me that her boyfriend Peter was coming along with us on the trip a few weeks earlier.
To my knowledge, Peter had never suspected anything between Lynn and me and for the most part, as I said, there wasn’t. Lynn and I have had a very open relationship together and we both knew where the skeletons of our past lay.
After telling me that Peter was coming to Vegas, I felt like I was going to be alone for the entire week we were there. So of course, I called Marcy and invited her to come with us, “It will be so much fun, you, me, Lynn and Peter.”
Marcy however, had other commitments, “My dear, you know that week is the gala week. I’m the chair of the event and I can’t be go. I’m so sorry,” and I knew she was. We loved to travel together, but alas not to be for this trip.
Which brought me back to my phone as I disembarked the plane upon its arrival in Las Vegas.
Malia’s flight had arrived an hour earlier.
“Where are you?” I sent in a text.
“I’m waiting in the baggage claim area,” came back the reply a few seconds later. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I had no idea what to expect. I was about to meet the woman who had so thoroughly captivated my imagination and fantasies for all those years.
A few days earlier, I had discussed with Lynn that I was meeting Malia. Lynn had always known about Malia and we talked about all of my questionable judgements in life. She had expressed reservations from the outset, but in the end agreed to keep it between us as she was a little curious herself to see who this goddess was that I spoke so highly of. As far as Peter knew, I was supposedly meeting an old friend.
And so, the three of us, Lynn, Peter, and I entered the baggage claim area, our eyes scanning everyone in the room. A moment later, I recognized Malia. I passed my carry-on bag to Lynn and jogged over to the lone woman standing at the edge of room.
Malia stood at five feet six, but with the heels on her ankle boots it added a few more inches. Malia was of Hawaiian descent, with long dark hair, dark eyes and tanned skin. Malia had very full breasts straining at a light blouse and dark, form fitting skirt. The lower seam of her skirt ended just at her knees leaving naked calves visible.
We both smiled widely at each other and then took each other into our arms. It was a full hug, a body hug, with zero respect for personal space. Our bodies were buzzing with crazy sexual energy.
I brought my lips close to her ear and whispered in a barely audible voice, “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Malia’s body shuddered. Her soft reply whispered back into my ear, “Babes, I’m not wearing any underwear right now and I’m so wet I can feel it leaking down my legs.”
It was my turn to shudder. “What are you going to do about it?” She tossed down the gauntlet.
By this time, Lynn and Peter were upon us. I introduced Malia, we gathered our bags and the four of grabbed a limo and shared some small talk on the way to the hotel.
I had organized a separate room for Malia so as to not let on to Peter there was anything more planned that meeting an old colleague. However, I had secretly arranged previously for Malia and I to have adjoining rooms.
After checking in, we all parted ways for our separate rooms and agreed to meet for dinner in an hour.
No sooner had all the doors closed, was I knocking at the adjoining room.
Malia and I had waited eleven years and we weren’t about to wait any longer to consummate our relationship.
She opened the door, her blouse half undone, her heaving breasts pressed together by the just visible nude coloured bra. Her hips swayed as she moved and she welcomed me into her room taking me by the hand.
We collapsed into one another as we reached the side of the bed. Our lips ravished. Our hands groped. Our bodies pressed.
Our outer clothes fell away like leaves on an autumn tree.
True to her word, she was indeed not wearing panties and I admired the small notch of hair positioned at her center and used that as my target.
I slipped out of my underwear releasing my springing appendage. She unclasped her bra, her breasts spilling out into the open with wide, pink nipples.
Our naked bodies climbed onto the king-sized bed. I was as excited to taste her as she was me. We had talked so many times about it. Finally, we had the opportunity we had always dreamed about.
Malia immediately straddled my shoulders, sinking down onto my face until my tongue skewered her slit. She thrust her hips forward and back weaseling my probing tongue deep inside her.
She let out a very satisfied moan as cream streamed down my cheeks. She didn’t even attempt to hold back her first orgasm.
Without skipping a beat, she turned 180 degrees to fold forward over my midriff. Her mouth caught my protruding cock without trial. She circled the head with her tongue teasing it for a few moments before plunging it down her throat.
Having the opposite view of her dripping pussy still pressing against my face, my mouth was drowning in her steady stream of cream. Dutifully, I continued to nod up and down taking care to poke my tongue inside her cunt each time I passed over it. She’d curl herself forward in way such that I had full access to work along the entirety of her seam. I could just nibble at the rim of her ass before she lifted her ass again and pressed her clit between my lips.
Meanwhile, her mouth continued to gobble all the inches of my cock. Her hands slid down either side of my balls. One hand cupped by balls with the other massaged my perineum before sticking her finger inside my butt. She slurped at the pre-cum and encouraged my shaft to stiffen as she dropped her head down on my cock over and over again.
The two of us sucked and licked the other off in ways we only described in words for so many years. There wasn’t a single desire to hold anything back and we ignored all the warning signs of an imminent release.
Moments later, Malia’s soft inner thighs began to spasm. Her pussy engorged like a balloon against my tongue. Sensing Malia was about to climax again, the head of my cock swelled at the back of her mouth.
I grabbed her ass and drilled my tongue into her vagina. She let go, her pussy exploded onto my face, splashing it in a heavy stream.
At the same time, my hips thrust upward, jamming my cock into her throat. She gagged lightly as my shaft fired one load of thick semen after another into the back her mouth until it was full with one final spirit landing across her chin and onto her chest.
By the time the carnage was over, cum was dripping from her mouth down between her breasts and my face and hair were soaked in her juices.
Malia rolled off me and turned to assess damage. We were a complete mess.
She giggled, “Babes, I like you like this.”
She ran her fingers through my drenched hair and leaned over with her heavy breasts and pert nipples. We shared an intimate kiss and mixed together our tastes and smells.
After catching our breath, we clamored out of bed to share a shower together. Dinner time was fast approaching and we needed to be presentable once again for Lynn and Peter.
I arrived at the lobby first, but Lynn and Peter weren’t far behind. Peter and I were wearing dress shirts and trousers. Lynn was stunning in a short black dress made of a satin-type material and tall heels. I was so jealous of Peter seeing Lynn looking like that.
We chit-chatted among ourselves awaiting Malia’s arrival which happened moments later. Malia had changed her attire of earlier as well. She had on a short red cocktail dress which stretched around her large chest and generous hips. She had a matching pair of stiletto heels that extended her legs and drew my eyes to her like a tractor beam. Even Peter couldn’t help but size her up from head to toe.
The four of us took a short walk down the Vegas strip to a chic club that Peter recommended. We were seated in roundish sort of booth that faced a stage in a tiered sort of seating arrangement with other tables.
“Dinner and a show?” Malia inquired.
“You’ll enjoy it,” Peter assured us. “Just watch.”
We ordered dinner and a few bottles of wine. With each bottle of wine, the discussion got more raunchy. Lynn and I were always completely open with each other. The same was true of Lynn and Peter and Malia and I. So, it wasn’t much of a stretch before the four of us were fast friends and talked of divorce, relationships, and of course sex.
The house lights dimmed and the stage lit up. For the next hour, we enjoyed what one might expect of a Vegas cabaret – dancing, singing, and of course very sexy entertainers.
Lynn draped herself around Peter. Malia and I placed our hands in each other’s laps under the table so that we could caress each other during the show. We looked over at Lynn and Peter now and then when we sensed they were watching us and smiled back innocently. We thoroughly enjoyed the secret teasing.
After dinner, Malia made another suggestion of where to go next. Having become indoctrinated into our friend group, we all agreed and put our evening into her hands. However, the next club we arrived at was clearly a step more assertive than Peter’s choice. Maybe more than that, it was an outright strip club.
Peter, Lynn, and I looked at each other, assessing Malia’s choice of venue. Was this a place for new friends to get to know one another?
Before any of us could object, Malia said something to one of the bouncers and we were directed up a set of stairs and down a short hall to a separate area. This area had far fewer patrons, but plenty of women showcasing their best assets.
The four of us took a seat at two leather sofas facing each other, Malia and I on the first and Peter and Lynn across from us. Between us was a low coffee table.
A half naked waitress approached us and asked for our drink orders.
Across the room there were two small stages, each with provocative dancers. Suspended from the ceiling was what I’ll describe as a giant bird cage with two women clad in leather, feigning imprisonment.
The drinks arrived and Malia called for a toast to new and old friends.
“Cheers!” It was unanimous.
This room was clearly for VIPs and rules were seemingly absent as to what was and was not acceptable. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one gentleman enjoying two women at his table. In another corner of the room, a half-naked young couple were grinding against each other.
A couple of scantly clothed hostesses approached our table inquiring if they could be of any service to our table. Malia invited them to join us and they took a seat on either side of Peter and I. We ordered them a drink and then began discussing the specifics of their value proposition.
Lynn protectively put an arm around Peter’s shoulder and another on his lap as she leaned in to listen to the menu. Malia leaned over me eagerly listening to the nightly special.
In short, there was nothing these two beautiful young hostesses could not provide us to satisfy any desire – from drugs to sex. They called it the Vegas Special – “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!”
