I had planned it as just a short vacation for the two of us. I could have had Gloria fly commercial to San Diego and then fly with me in my own plane to Las Vegas, only the logistics just didn't work out. I got there about 2 hours before she arrived, but by the time I got the plane tied down and grabbed a taxi and got over to the commercial terminal, she was literally just coming out of the secure area. I'd brought my phone with me after all, although I'd swore to myself that I wouldn't, but just for the flight over and back and meeting up with her. She spied me just as I was dialing her number; her hand touched my arm just as it started to ring. I turned, only to have her slip her arms around me and into my arms and we kissed. Practically a chaste kiss for us, very fit for public viewing, but still, it held promise of better later. I turned the phone off completely before I put it away; I learned a long time ago that the world doesn't come to an end if I don't answer -- but my vacation comes to an end if I do.
"Any idea of what you want to do first?" I asked Gloria once we were in the taxi on the way to the hotel.
Leaning up to my ear, mindful of the cabbie in front, she whispered so only I could hear "Get naked, suck your cock and get it inside me." With her turned somewhat sideways as she was, my hand easily rested on her breast which I squeezed while I bent a bit more to kiss her again. This time it was a "not for public viewing" kiss that confirmed, as she melted against me, what she'd just whispered and was followed up seconds later by her continued whisper "and get your hands and tongue all over me."
"Gladly," I whispered back. I had my hand resting on her leg; she slipped it down more between her legs, although with the smart pants she was wearing (having come directly from work) it was more innuendo for me than an overt request for attention.
"What hotel are we staying at?" she asked as we headed off the freeway.
"Caesars Palace," I answered.
"Why there?" she asked.
"Mostly because I've got us tickets to a show there Tuesday night. That way we don't have to drive or walk or anything."
"You do? Which show?" She'd been holding my arm to her, but she sat up with enthusiasm when I said that.
"Does it matter?" I asked.
"Only if I don't like it."
"If you don't like that, then you'll probably like the other one."
"The other one? There's more than one?"
"Uh-huh. I've got us tickets for Celine Dione Tuesday night, but the other one we're going to have to travel down the road a bit to get to. We've got tickets for Cirque du Soleil "Zumanity" on Thursday."
"Zumanity? What's that?"
"I don't know, I've never seen it, but I hear its adult oriented; it's supposed to be very sexy."
"Oh my God! Celine Dione
and
Cirque du Soleil?"
I paid the taxi driver while the bell cap took our bags out of the trunk.
"Why'd you say we're checking out Friday?" Gloria asked moments later after I'd finished checking us in. "My ticket's not until Sunday."
"Because we're not staying here for the weekend."
"We aren't?" she asked, puzzled. "Then where are we staying?"
"It's a surprise," I answered, "you'll have to wait until Friday."
Moments later as we walked toward the elevators, the bell cap leading the way with our bags, Gloria nudged me, "Look at that." I turned to see the sign; the bare back of a woman, obviously topless and wearing a thong, lying on a lounge, her well-tanned and gorgeous bottom mostly hidden by the strategically placed wording: "How Bare do you Dare? Venus Pool Club - 11 to Dusk"
"You brought us here because of that Venus Pool Club didn't you?" Gloria asked an hour later, her naked body cuddled up to my side, our first orgasms of the week having left us momentarily satisfied. "Just like you took me to that place in Palm Springs."
"Would you believe me if I said no?"
"No. I know you. You like me being naked and showing my boobies to the world." She rolled over a bit and looked down at her naked body. "I don't know why, there are lots of girls out there with nicer ones than mine."
"I admit I like you naked; I like you naked walking on the beach with me, or swimming in the pool with me; I like you naked in bed with me, I like you naked almost any time. But you're wrong; I just love when you show them to me. I could care less as to whether you show them off to anyone else - you're the one that likes showing your boobs to the world. "
"I do not."
"And I've told you before," I added, rolling onto my side and reaching across to cup her nearest breast, "More than a mouthful or more than a handful is a waste! I think your boobs are absolutely perfect and if you want to show them to the world, you should. But I do like the mood that it puts you in showing them off to the world. You always want to come back and play naughty when you do." I rolled over a bit more, replacing my hand on her breast with my mouth, tickling her nub with my tongue, finally sucking it into my mouth, feeling it grow to my attention.
"You just like me because I put out for you," she teased, stroking my hair as she watched me suckle her nipple.
"Is that why Ronnie likes you?" I responded, pulling away and looking her in the eye with a grin as my hand went to her other breast.
"It's because he doesn't know any better," she answered as I finished spinning over onto my belly and again suckling her near nipple as my hand worked her other nipple.
"He doesn't know any better?" I grinned, pulling myself up and swinging my leg over her so I was now sitting on my knees, my butt against her belly. My cock, although not fully erect, had already begun swelling into another erection. "Or is it that he recognizes you as the hottie that you are, with two handfuls of breasts that are absolutely perfect?" I said, cupping both breasts as I did, "Or that you've got a sweet, wonderful pussy that is oh so tasty to lick and tongue or that you have a talented mouth that is oh so good at sucking him off? Does he know how spoiled he is with a woman of your talents?" I rose a bit and leaned forward, placing my almost rigid cock between her breasts and pushed them together with my hands. Rocking forward and backward it was just a few pushes between her globes before she lowered her head, her tongue reached out, and I stopped, her tongue bathing the end of my cock. Pulling back, her tongue caught me again on the next upstroke and with a little more lifting, my cockhead slipped into her mouth, her tongue swirling to my delight. "Oh my god, Gloria -- that's so nice."
Pulling back a bit, she pushed on my leg, "get off me," she said indicating that I should slide off to one side. I did, and she sat up, pushing me onto my back, and rolled over onto her elbows perpendicular to my body before pulling my cock sideways until she could fit me into her mouth. Without saying a word she continued sucking me, her hand holding me upright, slowly stroking, and I realized that she was doing this strictly because she wanted to. I'd ended up with my head and shoulders supported by a pillow, so I was in perfect position to just lay there and let her love on my cock. I could tell she was in no hurry to get me off but that she was going to. She wasn't asking for anything in return, she was just giving pleasure to her man.
At times she would just take my cock head in her mouth as her hand was stroking me. Other times, she'd work her tongue and lips around the sensitive spot while just holding me upright. Her hand slipped off and reached for my balls, fondling and squeezing them when she found them, yet again returning to my shaft, slowly stroking me up and down, her mouth constantly suctioning, her tongue twirling around the head, penetrating the hole in the end, doing what she could to pleasure my erection. Whenever she was in the proper position her eyes locked with mine, the twinkle telling me that I should just enjoy, she was where she wanted to be, I was where she wanted me to be.
I didn't have to tell her that I was about to cum, she knew; but remembering the instructions of my teacher Jenny from so many years before, "A gentleman always gives his lady the option". I did. There was no hesitation on her part, no pulling back so that we could see the cum shoot like in a porn movie, just the constant administration of affection to my cock as my hips involuntarily rose, attempting to make my body bend backward, to make my cock the pinnacle of my body. She never opened her mouth, she just gradually slowed her tongue and mouth as I groaned, understanding perfectly that the touch of her tongue and the inside of her mouth was nearly too much to bear. Finally stilled, my cock spent, she pulled away and once more crawled up beside me.
"Ronnie will have to find his own woman to get
that
."
~
I awoke again, the sunlight streaming through the semi-drawn curtains of the hotel suite. We'd made love before dinner, gone to dinner and made love again later, and then I'd been wakened in the middle of the night by her caresses and we'd done it again. I'd forgone getting up early and doing my run; my stroking of her body had instead woken her whereupon we'd pleasured each other once again -- only to fall asleep for a few more hours.
"That was really nice," I said, realizing that although she hadn't said anything she was also awake. "I can't remember the last time I've cum this many times in just 12 hours." Her hand slowly stroked up and down my arm in response and she pushed her naked bottom back against me, snuggling closer.
I spooned my body into her backside, just holding her close; she gripped my arm to her chest in response. Several minutes later with a satisfied sigh she whispered, "And Ronnie hasn't ever come close to satisfying me like that." This time I gently stroked her side in return; we just lay there holding each other.
"You've changed me."
We hadn't said anything for quite a while, just lying there, temporarily sated and lazy, in each other's arms.
"I've changed you?" I asked, understanding somehow that this wasn't an idle observation. "How so?"
She didn't answer immediately, the answer when it came somewhat wistful. "Growing up I always believed in the fantasy, in the myth. I always believed that sex was a part of love, that if you were with the one you loved that the sex would be fantastic. I always sort of thought, even when I realized that my husband was a real dickhead, that it was just that he wasn't my 'one and only', that somewhere there
was
someone out there that was my one and only." I didn't know what to say -- I still wasn't sure where she was going with this, so wisely -- I said nothing and just waited.
"I was supposed to meet my dashing White Knight; he was going to ride up on his horse, sweep me off my feet and we'd ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after." She giggled, and then continued. "Actually where I grew up he would more likely have driven up in a flashy sports car -- but still, I was supposed to meet him, we would fall head over heels in love, get married and have two or three kids, a house with the white picket fence and a swimming pool in the back yard. He'd be dying slowly every day when he was away from me, waiting to come home, so we could make mad passionate love every night and we'd live happily ever after. Somehow I really
