Vegas 2

As I climb out of the taxi into the Vegas heat, I can feel butterflies fluttering like mad in my stomach. You're here somewhere, probably sitting at one of the blackjack tables, drink in one hand. If I'm lucky there will be an empty seat next to you so I can sit down. My feet hurt. I grab my suitcase and pull it behind me as I enter the hotel and step into the lobby. Air conditioning is on full blast. Thank you Jesus. I'm wearing a lavender summer dress that comes to just above the knee. It's light and airy and caresses my thighs when I walk. It tickles. The sandals I bought to match the dress make a soft clicking sound as I walk across the tiled part of the lobby, then back onto the carpet I go. Before I got into the cab, you told me where I'd be able to find you, so I don't bother to call you - plus, no sense in interrupting your game just to ask you where you're sitting exactly. I'll find you...I always do.

The casino is alive with the sound of countless slot machines, chips clattering together, dice rolling - an old man cussing for all to hear when he craps out. I'm smiling now; a man that passes me thinks the show of teeth was for him, which makes me giggle. I'm giddy now, my palms are sweating; the handle of my suitcase feels slick in my hand. I see lots of people, none of them you. Old white ladies with zillions of rings smoking cigarettes playing the slots, young hoodrats skantilly clad standing around trying to look cute, a white guy with not a hair out of place has a table to himself and a woman on each side. I smirk because he kinda looks like Paul, from last time.

I'm nervous, even though it's not like we've just met, but I'm excited and I can't help it. My hair hangs down in loose curls around my face, and I can feel it brushing my shoulders with each step. Something tells me to stop, turn around, so I do. I put my free hand on my hip and scan the aisle i'I'mtanding in. A waitress walks past me, tray full of drinks - I follow her path to a busy blackjack table a few feet away. And then I see you, just as you turn around to collect your new drink. My heart does some sort of flip, and I lose my breath for just a moment. It's been a long time since I've seen you, so I can only hope you still like what you see.

I collect myself, make the butterflies chill for a sec, grab the handle of my suitcase and walk towards you. Your back is to me now, your eyes on your cards. This table is a lively one, you won't even hear me as I walk up to you...lean towards you placing one twin on your shoulder and my lips near your ear and speak, above a whisper, "Hey you...."

Soon, we're walking across the casino floor towards the elevators. You're holding your drink in your left hand and the free right arm is around my shoulder. I've got my arm around your waist and I'm still smiling, bigger than before. While waiting for the elevator, there's only a few other people standing there with us. We stand there quietly, waiting for it to come. Words don't seem to be necessary at the moment. The lady next to us suddenly says something about forgetting to cash out one of her chips, and tells the other three old ladies to come on with her to the cashier. They shuffle off, leaving just us standing there, just as the elevator shows up.

"Ding."

We're standing in the elevator now, watching the doors close. Waiting to make sure someone didn't come running after to hit the up button. The elevator moves and so do you. I'm looking up into your face now, loving your smile, which I haven't seen in forever. You bend down and kiss me on the lips, softly at first, and put your arms around me. I let go of the suitcase and kiss you back, arms around your neck. I can taste the Jack and giginger aleou've been drinking, your momustaches tickling my mouth. You pull back and look me in the eyes, and give me another smile. The elevator stops, and we step off. You guide me to the room; the TV is already on, full blast, I see, as I open the door. I don't even bother to ask you why you didn't turn it off; you don't pay the bill so who cares...I know.

You have your back to me as you continue into the room, getting ready to set your glass down on the table, so that's when i decide to pounce. When you turn back around, I'm right there in your face, and I push you sideways, knocking you off balance so that you fall conveniently on to the bed.

You flash me a look of mock surprise...you do that so well. You landed so that you were almost laying down and you were trying to sit up, but I stopped you from doing so by getting up close and pushing you back down with my hands. You don't put up much of a fight, laying back down like a good boy and letting me spread myself on top of you. My face is only a couple of inches from yours now, my hair down like a mini-curtain. I don't kiss you yet, instead, I bury my nose in your neck and inhale so deeply you probably think I'm tryin to breathe your skin off. The thought of that makes me giggle, so i pick my face back up and kiss you right smack on the lips. I can feel your hands around me again, moving up and down. I've missed these hands very much, I see them clearly in my mind. You turn your body sideways now, so that I slide off, and before i know it, one of the very hands that i could see so clearly in my mind a moment ago, has found its way up my dress, moving up my thigh with spider-like speed. My mouth opens in a small "oh" as a finger, then two make contact with the lil misses. And there's that smirk again, very brief though, but I still saw it.

Your tongue dances with mine, but it dodoesn'tistract me from what your fingers are doing. Playing with my clit now, the one hand stays busy. You can't do anything with the other one because it's pinned under my shoulder. By now, we're both on our sides, so I raise my knee, giving you better access, while I let my one free hand find its way towards your belt buckle. You don't stop kissing me, even when I start laughing because I can't get your belt undone. Like almost always, you pause long enough to unbuckle it for me (how sweet) and you even unfasten your shorts AND the zipper. So considerate. I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful, so I slip a hand in your shorts, pulling up the wasteband and letting my palm slide along until I find what I'm looking for. Wasn't hard since he was already poking thru your boxer briefs. I wrap my hand around your dick and give him a lil squeeze. He's hard and seems to flex my way when he feels my hand. I can hardly close my fingers around him as I move my closed hand up towards the head, give it a little rub, then let the palm of my hand slide back down until I'm holding your balls in my hand.

I suddenly find myself wondering why the hell we have so many articles of clothing on. We need to fix that.

I do what I always do - I tug at the top of your shorts a few times. You know that's the signal to take em off, so you raise your hip, allowing me to pull them down, past your knees. At some point, you had taken your shoes off - who knows when - so all you had to do was wiggle your legs a little and off they came. You stand up as I lie back, and I watch you as you pull your t-shirt over your head. Now you're completely naked and I don't match...I've still got this dress and shoes on. You bend down and I feel half of the problem corrected - you slide my shoes off. I hear them make small thumps as they hit the carpet on the side of the bed. When you stand back up, you reach for my hands, so I give them to you. You pull me up so that I'm standing now, along with you, my body pressed to yours...or as close as the two of us can possibly stand with a hard dick and the overgrown twins between us. My dress has thin straps and zips in the back. As you kiss my neck, you unzip the dress, all the way down my back. when you straighten up again, the lavender strap is just barely hanging on to my shoulder, ready to fall over at any moment. You slide a finger under the strap and pull it down my arm. You repeat this action with the other strap. The poor dress is just barely hanging on by the breasts now.

You fix that pretty quickly too by pulling it down - I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip as the fabric grazes my nipples, now almost as hard as you are. I feel the dress slide over my hips, and as it finally gives up and falls down my thighs, landing around my ankles. I kick it away. You grab me by the ass, with both hands, squeezing hard and leaning forward. I lean backwards now, until I can feel the bed again, and soon I'm on my back. You're on the bed now too, on your knees, sliding your body across mine. The lil misses is getting quite anxious now.

My legs spread without being told to do so, and not a second later, I feel you slide right in. You don't put him in all the way at first - just the head. The little misses feels him there and tries to close around him. I open my eyes and see you looking into mine. I know I don't have to say anything at this moment. You slide all the way in and we're still for a moment. I move my hands under your arms, letting them find their way up your back and around to cup your shoulders. I feel the scar on your shoulder with my fingertips and pull you closer to me.

All I can feel is the heat from your body as I hold you there for just a moment. I feel the weight of you, your heartbeat - I inhale, trying to will some of my little molecules to make one with yours so that I can carry a piece of you in me at all times. I feel your body move against mine again, you're deep inside of me, trying to get deeper, you prop yourself up with one hand, pulling me by the hips closer to you with the other and I can feel him moving in out out, harder now, I'm so wet you have no problem sliding in and out again, pausing only long enough to throw my legs over your shoulders, to get deeper still. You're holding me by the thighs now, pounding this pussy, making me moan so loud, I'm sure that anyone walking down the hall can hear me over the already loud TV. Not that we care.

You're turning me over now. I can see that I was so wet, its all over your stomach and down the front of your thighs. I'm on my knees now, reaching for pillows to put my face in. I put a hand between my body and the bed, moving it downwards so that I can reach my clit and give her a good rub. Just as I reach her, you give my hair a good tug, unexpectedly. Another loud moan escapes me. I feel everything inside tighten up, i get lightheaded for a moment and my lips part. I tell you I'm about to cum. You still have my hair in one hand, holding it like reigns, and you pull it again, thrusting your dick even harder into my pussy. I hear a sound that could be you slappin me on my ass, but I'm not sure. I don't care. As I start to go weak, I feel you get a little harder and then the lil misses get all hot inside. You came along with me.

For moments afterward, we don't move. When you do move, you lie down on your back and let me scoot up next to you with my head on your shoulder. I throw an arm across your chest, playing in the hair with my hand, dozing. I rest for now, because I know you'll be ready to eat soon. The sounds of the TV lull me into a peaceful nap.