Our second anniversary was coming up. We had gotten married on Valentines Day and had been broke as hell so there was no honeymoon. We had been broke for the first one too but I had put some money away for this one. It wasn't much but enough for a weekend in Las Vegas and a couple of shows. It would make my bride happy and therefore I would be happy.
*****
From Costa Mesa, California to Las Vegas is a straight shot and freeway all the way. I had our old van at the speed limit and Kitty, my wife, was grinning from ear to ear. According to that grin, I was going to be a very lucky man when we made Vegas.
As it was, I was already getting lucky as Kitty turned in her seat and brought her feet up to rest near her ass as she leaned on the door. Our old van does not have air conditioning so we were both dressed for the heat.
A thin yellow cotton sundress was all that she had on. How do I know this? Well, she never wears a bra. Her breasts are small but very sensitive. With her feet up on the seat, I could see she did not have panties on. The flaming red V of hair on her mound was shining like a beacon.
"Hey kiddo, do you feel a draft?" I asked her as I pointedly looked at her sex.
She chuckled and shook her head. "Nope, it's too hot for a draft, unless it's beer."
"I see something I'd like to give a little head or rather a lot of head."
With a laugh, she lifted the hem of the sundress and spread her knees. "Ain't it too bad you have to drive."
"Don't make me pull this car over." I told her like a parent to an unruly kid.
"Oh yeah, now you're talking. Do I get a spanking before you eat me? How is that a threat? It's more of a treat."
I shook my head and laughed quietly. "We'd never make Vegas this afternoon if I did."
"It's way to hot in this van for any hanky panky, believe me. We would both melt. I'll wait for an air conditioned room, thank you very much."
I glanced in the back of the van. "Why don't you open the side windows and the roof vent? Maybe we can get some more air in this thing."
Kitty shrugged and then got out of her seat. "The air outside is just as hot whether it's blowing on us or not."
Opening the windows did move a little more air over me, so I at least felt a little cooler. That is until I looked in the rearview mirror. My beautiful wife was on her knees and sitting on her feet. She had her knees spread wide and she was missing her dress.
She had a piece of ice from the cooler in each hand, and was rubbing them all over her bare chest and breasts. After her hands passed over her nipples they were hard enough to cut glass and all crinkly around the base.
I reached up and adjusted the mirror a little. "Hey! No fair!" I told her with a laugh. "You're getting cooled off and I'm getting hotter."
She grinned at me in the mirror as her hands roamed freely over her small breasts. I could see the water running down her stomach and between her legs. She gave a little shivering shake as her hands moved to her belly and headed south.
"It melts way to fast," she said with a sigh.
"Hot weather and a hot body, why wouldn't it melt fast. I'm surprised there's not steam."
She stuck her tongue out and then grinned as she leaned over out of my line of sight. She reappeared a moment later with another chunk of ice. Leaning back on one hand, she used the other to rub the ice over the slick bare outer lips of her sex and mound.
I was having a hard time keeping my eyes on the road, not to mention the hard-on making a tent in the front of my shorts. Kitty on the other hand was enjoying herself immensely as the rise and fall of her hips showed as she rubbed the chunk of ice up and down in her slit. With a hard shiver, she lifted her hips and inserted the ice in her vagina.
"Oh God, that's so cold and feels so good," she whispered just loud enough for me to hear over the sounds of the van and highway.
"Want something hot to push it deeper?" I asked with a big grin.
"You drive," my wife said with a whimper as her fingertips rolled her clit back and forth. "I.... I... I'll handle this, thank you."
Her hips lifted even higher as she moaned and then they jerked as she let out a soft sharp yell. Her orgasm crashed down on her like a falling glacier. The arm that had supported her gave way and she lay back on the padded carpet.
I adjusted the mirror and smiled as I watched my loving wife coming long and hard. My dick was like an iron bar and I could not help but grab it and squeeze. With the shorts in the way there wasn't much else I could do.
*****
Traffic was light but there were a good number of semi-trucks on the road. I wondered if Kitty would have been as relaxed as she was, if the windows of the van had not been tinted as dark as they were. She was sprawled out spread eagled in the middle of the floor.
She had not moved since her orgasm and I figured she was asleep. I relaxed back in my seat and concentrated on the road. Well, mostly. I love to look at my wife, especially when she is naked. My eyes would be on traffic and then flick back to her.
Then she wasn't there. I was about to turn my head when I felt her hand on my thigh. I grinned down at her. She was still naked and on her knees between the seats. Her hand moved to my hard dick and she gave it a squeeze.
"I guess this means you liked my little show."
"I always love your shows," I told her. "You're beautiful and sexy as hell."
"Even laying it on that thick isn't going to get you a blowjob. There's no cruise control on this pile of junk and we don't need to be going a hundred miles an hour."
With a laugh, I nodded and then groaned as she squeezed me tighter. "This thing wouldn't do eighty if you ran it off a cliff."
"My point exactly," Kitty replied as she climbed up in the passenger seat.
She sat there naked for a moment and then leaned back between the seats and snagged her dress. She laid it across her knees and then stretched her arms over her head and sighed. When she lowered her arms, she leaned back against the door.
"It's sure cooler without the dress."
"For you maybe."
She grinned at me as she slipped the dress over her head and settled it around her body. With one foot on the floor and one on the seat, I still had an open view of her sex. I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Save that for the hotel."
*****
I had made reservations at one of the better hotels in Vegas. Our old van looked like a jackass at the Kentucky Derby as we pulled up out front. My t-shirt and shorts, and Kitty's sundress were a little understated to say the least.
The guy at the front desk looked down his nose and sniffed as I asked about my reservation. "Let me look it up sir."
After about ten minutes and waiting on three other customers, he came back to us. "I'm sorry sir but I can't find a reservation under that name."
I tossed an envelope on the desk and said, "Well, here's my confirmation letter so you better look again and quickly."
He gave me a hard look and turned to a file folder on the desk behind him. He leafed half-heartedly through the folder and then turned to tell me he could not find it and that the hotel was booked solid for a convention.
"Let me talk to the manager please." I told him in a low quiet voice.
"He's not available, sir."
In a loud clear voice I said, "I said let me speak to the manager. I will not be treated like this by some halfwit that screwed up and lost a reservation."
"Sir! Lower your voice," The man replied.
"Why should I lower my voice? I've had confirmed reservations for three weeks and now you can't find them," I said even louder.
A door in the back corner of the reception area opened and a man in a three-piece suit appeared. "Is there a problem?" He asked looking from me to the desk clerk.
"You mean other than this nitwit not being able to find a confirmed reservation," I asked back.
"Sir, we are over booked because of the convention," the desk clerk said.
"That is not my problem." I told him. "I have a second honeymoon to deal with and the little lady ain't going to be happy."
The manager looked from the desk clerk, to me, and then at Kitty.
Kitty smiled at him and whispered, "If you don't want a honeymoon couple doing their thing in the middle of the lobby, I suggest you find us a room."
The manager picked up the confirmation letter and looked it over. With a glance at Kitty, he turned to the rows of key boxes and studied it a moment. He selected a key and turned back to hold it out to Kitty.
"I think you will find this very satisfactory," he said with a grin, "and Happy Valentines Day and Happy Honeymoon."
Kitty nodded and turned toward the bank of elevators across the way. I grinned and picked up our bags. "Good choice," I told the manager with a wink before I turned to follow my wife.
"What about the paperwork?" The desk clerk asked.
"You can fill it out, can't you?" The manager asked with a frown. "At least I hope you can."
That is how we got upgraded to the bridal suite.
*****
On the ride up to the tenth floor in the elevator, Kitty stood in front of me and rubbed her ass against the front of my hips. I reached under her arms and cupped a breast in each hand. As I squeezed and kneaded her breasts, she would moan softly.
By the time the doors opened, my dick was like an iron bar again and she was leaning back against me as I kissed and nibbled on her neck. With a whimpering sigh, she straightened up and headed for the door.
I grabbed the bags and followed her. I was very aware of the tent in the front of my shorts and the way the head of my dick was rubbing on the rough material as I walked. I was also aware that anyone walking down the hall towards me would know I had a hard-on instantly.
Kitty found the right room, unlocked the door, and held it open for me as I carried the bags inside. Man, talk about your swanky sexy rooms, this was something like I had never seen. A huge red velvet heart shaped bed dominated one corner of the room. There were mirrors on the walls next to it and on the ceiling above it.
In the opposite corner was a red heart shaped tub big enough for three or four people. Visions of my wife naked in that tub flashed before my eyes as I carried the bags over and placed them on the luggage stands. Even the sinks were red and heart shaped.
I turned back to the bed to find my beautiful wife laying spread-eagled face down on the red velvet bedspread naked. I was stripping off clothes as I headed that way. I crawled up on the bed between her legs and lay down with my hard-on in the crack of her ass.
Kitty giggled and shifted her hips from side to side. "Is that for me?" She asked with lust strong in her voice.
