A Gorgeous Strip View

/The longest one yet. I hope you all enjoy it!/

It had been almost a month since my boss and I had our last fling. It was still exciting to see him on the days we both worked, but I began to feel a sense of distance. Maybe he had been with someone else now, or he grew bored of what we had. I loved it, and I grew attached to him, but as a person, we can only control our feelings, not those of others. It was going to be what it was going to be.

That was when I decided to spend my weekend in Las Vegas, Nevada for my birthday. Alone. I had booked a room at the Cosmo for three days, and I was looking forward to some gambling, dancing, and bubble baths all to myself.

The weekend in May had come, and I was excited. My flight landed, and I was in a private car to the hotel, treated like a queen. I was spoiling myself. At 45 years old, I needed it, and no one was going to do it for me. As we drove down the Las Vegas Strip, I started seeing signs for a convention, which was strange because my company's colors were the same. When I saw the packed valet at Mandalay Bay, my eyes widened as it became clear. We drove on, but I was able to spot the welcome sign at the entrance to the hotel:

ANNUAL MANAGERS MEETING, Las Vegas, Nevada, May 24-26.

Fuck. My manager was here. There was no way he would miss it. I had been with the company for 6 years, and he had gone each time. Fumbling through my purse, I found my phone and opened his text. I read through everything, noting how there had been a little more distance every day, and a couple of days where we didn't speak at all. But, either way, I couldn't dwell on that, but I couldn't not let him know I was in town either. The city was gorgeous, and I snapped a picture of the Strip heading north, and sent it to him with the caption 'Happy Birthday to me!'. I doubted I'd hear anything from him, and that would just have to be a bitter pill to swallow. Truthfully, I wished I was swallowing his load again, but only time would tell.

My day went on, and I was enjoying myself. For once I was able to do the things I wanted to do. I had drinks at the top of the Strat, went shopping at the Forum Shops, and made plans to meet up with a friend and have dinner at the Sahara. It was already an amazing day.

Dinner with my friend was underway when my phone buzzed with a text, and his name came up in the notifications. I decided to let it wait, dinner was wonderful and so was the company. I didn't want to be rude. But as soon as we were finished and I was in the Uber back to the Cosmo, I pulled out my phone to read his text.

"What a coincidence. I'm here too for the manager meetup. Where are you staying?" My stomach did a little flip-flop, my teeth digging into my lower lip before typing out the message.

"The Cosmopolitan. I'll be here until Sunday night. I hope the meet-up goes well!" Hitting send, I was proud that I kept it civil and didn't flirt like usual. My phone buzzed again, and I felt that familiar ache in my crotch.

"We're done for the night. Meet me at the Chandelier Bar in an hour?" He replied, and of course, I agreed. How could I not? It was one of my favorite bars with its purple crystal hue, and he was one of my favorite people. I didn't even go to my room to change. I was in a short, black, thin strapped cocktail dress with black heels, and since it was almost summer, the weather was perfect. With my hair down and curled, I was probably harder to recognize. He was used to seeing me dressed down for work, not all fancy like tonight. I arrived before he did, sitting down at the bar to order an Old Fashioned for myself, and a drink for him. I sipped mine gently when I saw him coming up the escalator. His hair was combed a little neater, and instead of his work polo shirt, he wore a black button-down and dark gray slacks. His sleeves were rolled up, his watch gleaming in the light. Holy shit. Just when I didn't think he could get any more handsome, he came up looking like that.

After stepping past the velvet rope, his dark blue eyes scanned, and quickly found me. I watched his gaze shift to look over my curvy frame, a grin forming on his lips. He was clean-shaven, and it looked good, but the scruff was so much better.

"Well, if you don't look like a goddess in this lavender haze." He stood next to me, his hand on my hip as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Happy Birthday, beautiful," He added, a coy smile forming on his lips. I could smell his cologne, and it was intoxicating, more than the drink in my hand. I turned to do a once-over on him as well, my pink tongue darting out to lick my lips.

"Thank you, and.. you look just as good. Dressed up a little I see?" I teased him, reaching for his hand to pull him down again, my lips pressed to his cheek.

"I took the liberty of ordering you a whisky on the rocks, you seem like a whisky type of man." I shrugged a little bit before handing him the drink.

"And you'd be right," he said with a smirk, taking a sip as he watched nearly every move I made. When I shifted, so did he, and when he moved away, I found myself wanting to be closer to him. We made small talk, he spoke about the meet-up, and I told him how my day was, enjoying spoiling myself.

"Well, maybe you can show me your room, I know it has a gorgeous view, but maybe I could spoil you for the rest of the evening since you neglected to tell me it was your birthday after all?" His brow rose, a half smile forming on his lips. I could feel my body growing hot, both from the drinks and from thinking about a night with him. Not in his office, not near fully clothed. Just the two of them. I played it off, hesitating for a moment before I grabbed my clutch purse, my dark eyes holding his gaze, and then urged him to walk with me. I had so many things I wanted to say, but I also didn't want to complicate things. We were both married, but I felt myself getting emotionally attached to him, and that was scary for me.

We weren't alone in the elevator, but as we rose to the 32nd floor, I felt his hand take mine, and I couldn't help the way I bit my lip and looked up at him, his smile warm and inviting. I was in for it tonight.

Once into my one-bedroom terrace suite, I turned one of the lights on near the bar area as he took his tour of the room. I poured us both another drink, admiring his frame as he stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the Las Vegas Strip.

"This is quite the view you have." He said quietly, almost as if he was just talking to himself. I couldn't stop the next words that fell from my lips as I moved to stand behind him, drinks in hand.

"Mine is much better," I chimed, my cheeks pink as I handed off his drink to him, his grin reached his eyes and also made me weak in the knees.

"Smooth, real smooth," A chuckle escaped him, but he watched me carefully, tilting his head to the side inquisitively. "There has been something on your mind, I can tell," he took a drink from the glass, waiting patiently for my answer.

"Yes, you're right. I just found myself wondering why there is a distance between us when there wasn't for months?" I was proud of myself. Usually, I just brushed things off, and I loathed confrontation, especially the kind that could change the course of something amazing, such as this.

"That's my fault." He admitted, and I was shocked, my eyebrows raising curiously. As I sipped my drink, he took one more and gently reached for my glass, setting them both on the nearby table. He reached for my hand, linking our fingers again. "I found myself needing you more, and more, and I know you're married. So am I. I go from feeling guilty to having a fuck it mentality. When in reality, I honestly have everything I could ever want in you, but let's be real, I can't have it all."

I honestly couldn't believe what I was hearing. First, an honest person, and put it out there, and second, I felt what he was saying was on the same level. He was right, we were both married. Maybe not in loveless marriages, but unfulfilling ones. I needed someone unable to keep their hands off me, to keep me in line, which my boss said he enjoyed doing. That term was used a lot, and it got me wet each time he said it. 'Someone has to keep you in line'. I blushed again.

"I suppose you're right, we can't have it all," I murmured, looking up at him, the bright lights from the Strip illuminated his features. There was some sort of emotion in his eyes like he almost had regrets about saying it. But, he did want to come up to my room, and he did ask me to meet him for drinks. My eyes looked at the shirt he wore, knowing his flesh was just beneath it. My heart began to race as I stepped forward, but stayed quiet.

"Please, say something," he whispered, his eyes imploring, but I could see the tension, that sexual tension that we had was bubbling just under the surface.

"But, we have tonight. Not in your office, or the back room in the warehouse. We have this room tonight, no interruptions." My fingertips slowly began to unbutton his dress shirt, his eyes watched each one come undone. I could see his dress slacks getting tighter, but I kept my composure, pushing his shirt off and letting it slither to the floor, I lifted his white t-shirt over his head, and I was glad that he let me do this. He was always so steadfast and did things on his own, but I could see he enjoyed this.

He wasn't built, he was average build, but taller than me, and I loved that. My palms slowly ran across the planes of his chest, feeling his warmth, and his heartbeat growing faster. He had a soft, short pelt of chest hair, just the right amount in my opinion. As I slid my hands up to his neck, I got up on my tiptoes to kiss him softly. The softness quickly melted into that deep passion that I was always left craving. Except this time, it wasn't short-lived. I could taste the whisky on his tongue, his hands tugged at the straps of my dress, pushing it down my curvy frame, left just in my bra and panties, which were the prettiest shade of purple and gray. I could see he enjoyed what he saw. I wasn't skinny, to say the least, 5'6, maybe a hundred and sixty pounds, thick where it counted.

"Holy shit, I've undressed you in my mind a hundred times, but my imagination didn't do you justice," he slowly turned me around to face the window, his mouth moving to my shoulder to leave a trail while his hand slowly massaged and groped my full breast through my bra. I could feel him hard and throbbing against my ass, which made me arch back against him.

"Don't worry, we'll get there," he chuckled, his hand sliding down my stomach, his thumb hooking my panties and sliding them down slowly. Stepping out of them, I turned in his arms, my fingertips moving to his belt, while his unclasped my bra. My breasts were heavy, 40DD, and were bigger than the palm of his hand, and he didn't mind one bit. Shoes came off, slacks fell, and the pile of clothing was finally done.

He led me to the velvet sofa that faced the view, urging me to lay back. The velvet was cool against my skin as I saw him stand over me and move down to my feet, kneeling carefully. He was so hard, his cock had to have been aching with how thick he was. As I watched him, he smiled, and his silhouette disappeared between my parted thighs.

Instantly I sucked in a deep breath, my hand sliding into his thick hair. Up until now, we'd only fucked, or I'd given him head. Never had we got down to no clothes. This was heaven to me. His tongue lapped over my clit, swirling, suckling to the point where I couldn't keep still. His strong hand pushed down on my hip, keeping me still. My moans which had been suppressed were now echoing off the windows while I gripped his hair and rolled my hips against his warm mouth.

His muffled groans turned me on even more. I propped up on my elbow, his eyes blinked up to lock on mine while I was panting his name over and over. My orgasm was already so fucking close, which wasn't a shock. I had been needing him for weeks. My expression changed as I felt that tingle between my thighs, my toes and fingers going warm.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasped, holding my breath for a second as that intense wave caused by his mouth suddenly hit me like a shockwave. My frame twitched with each flicker of his tongue against my now swollen clit, my head falling back as my cries of pleasure rang out. My hand in his hair relaxed and a smile formed as I felt him slow his movements and lean back.

"Again," He commanded, and without even giving me a moment to recuperate, his fingers slowly slid into my tight cunt, curling and moving in a slow rhythm. His mouth on my clit only aided in the pleasure, and I saw stars. This man was playing my body perfectly, his fingertips pulling on that spot which only made my moans grow louder. The way he played my g-spot was phenomenal, getting harder and more deliberate.

"Fuck! Yessss!" I cried out, the intensity growing faster. I bucked my hips hard, rocking and pivoting, fucking his hand in an erratic rhythm, my next orgasm looming. His moaning against my clit felt amazing, and compounded with him obliterating my g-spot? That did me in. I practically screamed out when I felt a sudden release of pressure, the orgasm he gave me made me bare down and shake uncontrollably, and I watched as his face glistened as I gushed, and he was all too willing to lap and slurp against me, his moans low and satisfying, almost growling as he licked every drop from me.

For the first time in my life, I had squirted. Falling back, my cheeks were flaming red, my body was on fire, and numb, having one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry or die of embarrassment. Instead, I just laid there as he worshiped me, only looking at him when I felt his hand, damp with my juices gently wrap around my wrist, pulling me to sit up, and he took my place, sitting back. My legs were shaky, and he looked like the cat who ate the fucking canary. He was quiet as he tugged me over, urging me to straddle him.

"I see that blush, and you have no reason to be shy about that. That was my goal. You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it, and that's what I wanted." He said quietly, his hands on my hips as I moved to straddle him. I could see his lips were wet with my juices, and taking a move out of his playbook, I framed his face and leaned in, kissing him slow and deep. I could see why he enjoyed this. The taste of myself in his mouth was so erotic. Our tongues wrestled, and my hands explored his shoulders and chest, but I felt his thick rod begging for attention between my legs. A part of me wanted to just fuck his brains out and bounce on his cock. But, I also wanted to pay him some attention as well.

"Where are you going?" He asked as I slipped off his lap and moved to stand between his knees, moving down to my knees in one drop.

"You spoiled me, immensely, now it's your turn." I said with a little shrug, and he couldn't stop the smile that formed.

"Well, I damn sure won't say no," He chuckled then let out a soft sigh when I slowly began to stroke up.

"You know, your cock is pretty perfect. Thick, not break-me-in-two big, but.. mmm, just perfect," I leaned in and lightly traced his big sack with my tongue, and another satisfying sigh escaped him. I left a warm, wet trail up to the tip, my dark brown eyes gazing up at him.

"Head was never a routine thing for me. So, please, spoil me all you want," he murmured, his hand gently pulling my hair over my shoulder so he could see me better. I felt a twinge of emotion when I heard his words. Head was never routine? He was completely neglected. This man needed all the attention, and I was going to give it to him. My brows pulled together in an expression of pleasure as I tasted his precum, my tongue swirling and sucking the thick head while I stroked him slowly. His moans were quiet, and went straight to my crotch, making me even more wet than I already was.

"Don't make me cum though, I want to save that for you," he said quietly, his free hand slipping down to gently grope and tease my breast, my soft moans vibrating around him as I leaned into his palm, enjoying the feel of him. I finally settled into a slow pace, bobbing up and down just enough to make that pleasure rise, then slowly ebb. His heavy moans were so delicious, and I knew I didn't want to listen to anything else for as long as I could.

"My cock looks so fucking good between those beautiful lips," He said with a grin, shifting just a little, the hand that was in my hair tightened, and he made me take him faster. I'm sure he remembered when I deep-throated him, in a position much like this one. So, I switched my movements, inhaling deep, I sank down on him, the rigid head pushing down my throat. The grunt he belted out was so fucking hot, and he kept me pushed down, thrusting his hips so he could fuck my throat. I wasn't used to him taking control of my movements, but I found in this moment, I loved it.

He pulled me off and I gasped, my eyes watering, and sucked in another deep breath, and soon I was pushed back down. There was a gentleness in his dominance, and I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt me, and turn me off.

"Swallow that cock, baby. Fuck... Take. It. All," he managed to get out in between those throat thrusts. He pulled me off and arched his hips back, my panting was heavy and I hadn't even caught my breath when his mouth was on mine, and he was kissing me deep. There was a sensual way about him that I was addicted to, and I needed more. I needed him. I pushed him back on the sofa, straddling him again while my hand stroked him with our mouths still meshed. He wanted to spoil me when truthfully, I wanted to rock this man's world.

Leaning back, I watched his eyes gaze down to the apex of our thighs, my warm pussy lips massaging as I teased the head. But my breasts suddenly became the attention-getter, with both hands groping, his mouth on my rosy pink nipple, suckling it gently.

"Mmm, that feels so good," I breathed out, my hand running through his salt and pepper locks. I couldn't help myself, my soaked walls collapsed around him, pulling him in. I felt that pressure too, he was deep, as deep as he could go, and still, I slowly began to grind down. I loved that feeling of being full of his cock. His face was buried between my breasts as both his arms slipped around me, holding me close, and keeping me down on him. But I wouldn't stop the slow roll of my hips. I rolled them, arched, and rocked back and forth, keeping him nestled deep inside of me.

"You should see the reflection. You're a fucking goddess," he moaned, and I couldn't help but look over my shoulder, and if I looked careful enough, I could see my bubble butt jiggling as I began to bounce on his cock. But it was his hands on me, owning me like he was memorizing every curve, that's what made me moan. Sure, my ass was hot, but I loved how he kept me close like he was afraid I would vanish. I saw the expression of bliss, and I couldn't help my smile, he was enjoying this immensely

"I love your cock," I whined, rocking back and forth, the helmet head of his dick hitting my g-spot perfectly. I felt that delightful pleasure zap me right in my cunt, and I couldn't help but rock back and forth harder. "Yes, fuck. Fuck!" I cried out his name like a mantra, his hands on my hips guided me back and forth, and his moans suddenly mixed with mine. I'm sure he was close earlier, but he never showed it. I wanted to milk him, I wanted him to brand me from the inside again with his hot load.

But a sudden shriek dissipated into a long moan as I suddenly came hard, my juices coating him, seeping out onto his pelvis. My walls contacted and pulled at him, and through it all he kept that steely resolve, letting me cum again, drenching him with my sweet nectar.

My whole body was spent, he'd gotten me to gush for him again, and this time my blush wasn't from embarrassment. But the orgasm from his cock was much different than the one he coaxed from me with his fingers. This one had carnality behind it, there was a deep sense of emotion and attachment, and he felt it. I could sense it in his hold on me. He was keeping me close, knowing that I couldn't hold myself up. It was strange when I suddenly busted out giggling, and I wasn't even buzzed. He couldn't help laughing too, shaking his head.