Trade Show Day 1
Living relatively close to Las Vegas, attending the annual trade show there is a simple drive across the desert. We wanted some time for ourselves, so we went a day early. Even Sundays in January, on the Las Vegas Strip, are crowded and packed with people from all around the world.
Through our MyVegas points - you can online slots where you can earn “gold” coins that can be used at MGM properties - we had a reservation for a room at the Bellagio. I had made the reservation months earlier, the only cost being their “resort fees”. A month before going, the Bellagio emailed an offer to upgrade to a suite in the tower overlooking their famous fountains.
I couldn’t turn that down. Our suite was up on the twenty-fourth floor with a great view of the fountains and much of the Las Vegas Strip. We enjoyed the view but then later . . .
We went out to have a nice dinner. When we returned to our suite, we stood looking out of the floor to ceiling windows. We watched about three separate fountain displays. We were kissing - Kelly was a great kisser - and fondling (groping) each other.
We were standing by the windows with no lights on in our suite so we couldn’t be seen by backlighting. I stood behind Kelly and began to slide my hands up under her shirt. I lifted her bra to free her perfect breasts. I massaged them, then centered my attention on her sensitive, pencil eraser nipples.
They were sticking out, hard and very sensitive. I rolled my palms over them then worked down to pinch those nipples between my thumbs and forefinger. I don’t think Kelly was enjoying the view so much. I could see by her reflection in the window that her eyes were shut. Leaning her head back against my shoulder, Kelly started to moan.
I licked, lightly bit and sucked on the super-sensitive junction of her neck and shoulder. Kelly’s breath quickened as she turned to face me. We locked lips and were groping each other through our clothes. I lifted Kelly’s skirt and ran my hand down inside the front of her red lace panties.
Knowing my fetish for red hair on her pussy, Kelly had not trimmed herself for three months. She complained about it daily, threatening to make me braid her long beautiful red pubic tresses. I readily agreed and she’d quit whining for a few hours.
Right then I was running my fingers through her pussy hair in search of her opening. When I found it, we both gasped. She did as the sensations went from pussy to brain the back to her pussy. She clamped her thighs tight to keep my hand where it was.
I gasped because she was so very wet and ready. After about five minutes, I was finally able to get her to release my hand. I spun her around facing the window. With one arm around her waist, I used my other hand to push on her shoulder and bend her over. She placed her hands on the glass looking out of our suite toward the Las Vegas Strip. Kelly waited.
I flipped her skirt up across her back. Dropping to my knees, I pulled her soaked pretty red panties down. I gently lifted each foot then slid them off over her high heel shoes. With her heels on, my short sex goddess had her pussy at the perfect level and angle for me to mount her from behind.
Still on my knees, I began to unfasten my belt and pants. I kissed each of her butt cheeks, then stood up leaving my pants around my ankles. I positioned myself behind Kelly. She was panting and watching my reflection in the floor to ceiling glass of the window.
Once in position, I grabbed her hip in my left hand. My right hand held my raging erection. Watching her face in the window reflection, I aimed and pushed myself all of the way into her tight, wet, silken glove pussy. Kelly gasped at the sudden intrusion. She also had her first orgasm of the evening. She had both hands on the window and pushed back to keep me deep in her womb while in the throes of this orgasm.
Kelly and I seldom fucked. We usually made love in the missionary position. That way we could look into each other’s eyes. I loved watching her normally hazel eyes turn blue as she approached her first orgasm of the day. Her eyes were very expressive, especially when we made love.
Mounting Kelly from behind was fucking. Sometimes we needed an outlet for our primal urges. As her spasms subsided, I began thrusting. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed in the hotel suite. It was so exciting to be fucking looking out across the Las Vegas Strip.
Kelly came again quickly, a little one with her little squeaks. She kept panting and moaning as I plowed into her. A few more strokes and I’d lose control. I gritted my teeth and kept thrusting. I could tell she was on the precipice of a massive orgasm. She was nearly hyperventilating. Her panting and moans were getting louder. Kelly never screamed but her squeals were getting louder.
All of a sudden she pushed back against me. Her vaginal muscles gripped my erection. She let out a long squeal. With her pussy gripping my cock like that, I lost control. I shot load after load into her magnificent sex. My body was spasming uncontrollably.
I held onto her hips while we both came. I doubt we could have remained standing if she hadn’t been braced against the window. Once I was done ejaculating, my cock slipped out with a pop. Her pussy then leaked our combined juices down both of her legs.
This week in Vegas was going to be great.
Trade Show Day 2
The trade show we were attending didn’t really begin until Tuesday of that week. We had shown up on Sunday to take advantage of the free night in the suite at the Bellagio.
I awoke the next morning with another hard-on. Of course, having Kelly’s lips wrapped around my cock seemed to be the cause. She was enjoying herself so I propped myself up to watch and enjoy. How could I deny my little red-haired beauty her simple pleasures?
Shortly, she noticed my obvious reactions to her wonderful oral work. She let my erection fall out of her mouth and plop against my abdomen. She crawled up to lie on top of me as we kissed. We were both quite worked up but after our energetic fuck session the night before, we decided on slow lovemaking that morning.
Keeping our lips locked together, I rolled us over so that I was on top. Kelly spread her beautiful legs and raised her knees for easy access to her sex. I started to push inside her but in a sexy husky voice, she said slower. I pulled back out until the head of my penis was just barely inside her, then I very slowly began to slide my shaft into her tight, wet, silken sheath. No lover I’ve ever been with has felt so perfectly to fit my erections. She reached down to my butt cheeks to hold me still as she/we savored the sensations.
Once Kelly relaxed her grip, I slowly withdrew until I was barely inside of her. Then I slowly pushed my way back in. This went on for ten or so minutes, while we stared into each other’s eyes. The sensations were sexual, sensual and exquisite. We were building so very slowly toward our climax.
Suddenly Kelly indicated that I should go a bit faster. Again, how could I deny my sex goddess her pleasures? I sped up but I still wouldn’t have called it thrusting. I had maintained control over my physical movements, just barely. I could tell by her facial expressions and short quick breaths that Kelly was as close to cumming as I was.
Her moans had turned into her cute little squeaks. She had her legs wrapped around my hips. It was like she couldn’t decide where to put her legs as I was sliding in and out of her.
Then Kelly let out a loud squeal, almost but not quite a scream. She brought her heels down behind my knees, pinning me in place. Her pelvis thrust up forcing me as far as possible inside of her. Her vaginal muscles started squeezing my cock. The slow build-up, then her massive orgasm sent me over the edge. I started pumping semen deep into her womb.
I must have shot four or five loads deep into her. Feeling me ejaculate seemed to cause her orgasm to go on and on. I couldn’t move so I gently lowered myself onto Kelly as we tried to regain control over our bodies. Sex with Kelly was always great but that morning it was magnificent!
Once we could breathe and move again, we looked into each other’s eyes and simultaneously said, “I love you.”
We got ourselves around, packed our suitcases, showered (together), dressed and went to check out of the Bellagio. We had breakfast and did some off-The Strip sightseeing. We went to China Town for a late lunch then headed over to my timeshare to check-in for the rest of the week.
My timeshare is at least as luxurious as the suite we had at the Bellagio, Actually, it was more like a luxury condo. It has a kitchen, living room, dining area, one bedroom, and two bathrooms. The bath in the bedroom is a jetted tub big enough for two or more.
We got ourselves settled in then went to the Aria for dinner. We had a buy-one, get-one-free coupon for the dinner buffet, again through our MyVegas “gold coins.” When we were stuffed to the gills, we headed back to the timeshare.
We acted like newlyweds on our honeymoon. What is it about elevators? If we were alone, once the doors shut, we were in each other’s arms. We both counted the floors so when we reached ours, we were a respectable middle-aged couple. We held hands almost everywhere.
When we got to our room, I unlocked the door. I stepped aside for Kelly to enter first. Once the door was closed and locked, we were kissing and groping again.
Kelly got a look in her eyes. Then took my hand and led me into the bedroom. The jetted tub was actually between the bathroom sinks and the king-sized bed. She reached down and turned on the bathwater.
She turned back and started kissing me but this time she was also undressing me. Not being that slow on the uptake, I started undressing her. We kissed, fondled, groped, licked, bit and sucked each other until the tub was full of hot water. Kelly has sensitive skin so no bubbles for us, but the jets felt good.
We talked about the trade show and all of the walking we’d be doing and the swag we’d gather from the miles of exhibitor booths. I stopped talking and stared into Kelly’s eyes. Her eyes are kind of like the mood rings from the 1970s. Usually, they are hazel. But when we’re making love I like watching them turn a lovely shade of deep-sea blue.
Once, just before we admitted our love, we were sitting in my car on a hill above a lake. That time her irises had a blue ring around the outside edge. The blue was a shade brighter than the lake below with the desert sun shining on the water.
While we looked into each other’s eyes, her hand slid down between my legs and mine between hers. Kelly’s skillful hand had me hard in moments. I could feel she was ready, too. She inched around, so as to not slosh the water out onto the floor.
Kelly straddled me then slowly lowered herself on to my erection. Being inside of her always felt wonderful. This time was no different, except within the constraints of the tub and water, we couldn’t get in an optimal position. It just wasn’t working.
So Kelly got off of me and sat down by my side so we could enjoy the hot water and each other’s company. As always happens, we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves. We started in again with the touching, holding, kissing, rubbing, etc.
When the water had cooled too much to be enjoyed, we got out and took turns drying each other. She seemed amazed how much longer it took to dry my hairy body than hers.
Once dry, we walked over to the bed and I asked Kelly to climb on and lie down on her back. Then I moved to the foot of the bed and crawled up between her beautiful legs. This time though, I stopped with my mouth barely above her red hair covered pubic mound. I believe my one fetish is red pubic hair on a woman, especially this woman.
Somehow, three months earlier I had convinced her to let it grow out. She had complained for most of that time, but she still let it grow. I had to promise to shave it all off during this trip.
I bent down and gave her hairy lips a long deep kiss. Then I licked her from the bottom of those lips to her clitoris. I took my time with each lick savoring not only her scent and taste but also her reactions. Kelly would take in a sharp breath each time my tongue reached her clit. This was fun!
Time to change tactics. On my last full lip lick, I stopped at the top. I placed my thumbs on either side of her clit, gently separated her lips, then lowered my mouth down to suckle on it. Kelly gasped anew as I sucked on her and ran my tongue in and out on the bottom of it, just like a baby suckles on a nipple.
Kelly’s moans kept getting louder. In the first six months of our time together, I had never been able to give her an orgasm, orally. I wanted to fix that. I kept suckling then I inserted two fingers. She felt almost as amazing on my fingers as she did on my erections.
Kelly was very worked up. She was panting “yes, Yes, YES.” It took only a few more minutes until her panting became unintelligible. She was practically hyperventilating. Her moans turned into her squeaks. She grabbed my head forcing my mouth onto her clit; she clamped her thighs tight on each side of my head. My ears were covered by her beautiful thighs but I could still hear her long shrill squeal as she convulsed in orally stimulated ecstasy. Luckily I could breathe as she held fast while cumming in my face.
After quite a few minutes, Kelly started to relax and loosen her vise-like grip on me. I rose up to look at her with my face dripping pussy juice. She grabbed my head again, this time to pull me up to kiss me. Between kisses, she’d say, “Thank You!”
All I could do was say, “My pleasure,” with a silly grin on my face.
Since I was in position, I began to enter Kelly. She shook her head. This was the first time she had refused me, other than when her monthly friend was in town. It surprised me. Confused, I slid off to her side, probably with a hurt look on my face. She reached down to my erection and said not yet, she was still too sensitive after the licking I gave her.
Kelly and I continued kissing while she stroked my cock, to keep it rock hard. Finally, she seemed to be over her hypersensitivity. We were lying facing each other. She pushed me to my back and straddled me. I believe that she was still very sensitive and wanted to be in control. Who was I to deny my Sex Goddess her pleasures??
Kelly very gingerly lowered herself down on my erection. It felt heavenly as she lowered herself very slowly. Once she was fully impaled, she just sat there staring into my eyes. She seemed to be trying to maintain control.
Many times when I would enter Kelly, with me on top, she would have an instant orgasm. I think, with her on top, she was fighting to not cum so soon. Since I tended to go deeper into her wonderful pussy when she was on top, I just lay there and enjoyed the sensual/sexual sensations.
Kelly very slowly lifted up until the head of my penis was just barely inside of her. Then, just as slowly, she lowered herself all of the way down. I always prided myself on my staying power with Kelly but I was losing the fight this time.
On about her fifth stroke, Kelly started her preliminaries to cumming. Her breathing became ragged and she was beginning to moan. On her seventh, she closed her eyes, scrunched up her face and let out a short squeak. Her eighth and ninth were much the same but her squeaks became long high pitched squeals.
As she rose for her tenth stroke, I could tell she was going to lose it. Kelly hovered at the top with just the tip of me inside of her. She tried to lower herself down slowly but about halfway down she let out a screech and dropped. Her orgasmic convulsions must have been a thing to watch, but as she dropped down on me her pussy clenched my cock, causing me to close my eyes and buck up arching my back, and I began shooting semen into her womb.