Vegas Strangers

I was in this huge crowded casino in the Bellagio. There for a conference all her colleagues convinced her to go down to gamble. They wanted to dress up and drink and play the tables. None of it appealed to her...ok, she liked to dress up. That appealed to her. So I put on this sleeveless, low V-neck cocktail dress that came in at my small waist. My colleagues might be shocked at my chest as they've only seen me way covered up and minimizing, but hey -- Vegas is Vegas and I really liked this green dress. A little sparkly necklace with a pendant that dropped at the start of my cleavage, a dab of body oil and some sandals. Vegas was hot and I wasn't bothering with hose. In the mirror, I applied some light makeup and it was sufficient. She checked herself one more time in the mirror and nodded sufficiently. If I were going to have a dreadful night, at least I looked halfway decent. Strike that, I looked good. A dab of red lipgloss and I was on the elevator.

Damn this place was gigantic. But it seemed that everyone was headed to either the restaurants or the casino. Texts from my colleagues let me know they were already in there and where I could find them. I headed in to the room.

It was packed. And all the workers seemed to have large, surgically-enhanced everything making me think a T-shirt saying "unenhanced" would be hilarious here. Gotta keep my sense of humor.

I stopped at a blackjack table and chose to watch. Those around this table were all dressed up as opposed to the mixture of the rest of the casino where anything goes regarding clothes. But this table were three men in suits and a few women elegantly outfitted and bejeweled. I must have come across a high dollar table. The one man that I was watching had no facial expression as he won and lost, betting hand after hand. I could read NOTHING on his face -- almost jealous because my face was a tell-all book. In the next 15 minutes I watched this man in his fancy thousand dollar suit lose $50,000. He didn't smile, frown -- anything. He was just a statue there, but he lost enough money to make a big difference in people's lives and didn't blink an eye. I felt sick. Literally, get of there fast sick!

I tried to find the exit through the maze of people and tables. And in my haste ran straight in to you. And as soon as I did, someone pushed me from behind further in to you having you have to steady me so we both didn't fall. I was somewhat smashed in to you and tried to straighten out. Strong arms steadied me and your eyes on mine -- "are you okay? There are some folks here in a big rush."

Something about still being smashed in to you, your hands still on my arms to steady me, your green eyes close up, and your raspy voice I felt this immediate reaction -- one I was NOT used to. One that had been a stranger for some time. Ok, Marci, pull yourself together. I steady myself and you ask again, "Are you okay?" and you smile...then your eyes wander down. Instead of feeling the cringe I so often feel when that happens, I enjoy the movement of heat that is swirling now within me.

"I am. I'm fine. I was in a rush to leave and then apparently everyone needed to be in my direction. I'm sorry for bumping straight in to you."

You eye my cleavage more obviously now and smirk, "Trust me. That was all my pleasure. Glad you're okay. Do you mind me asking why you were leaving?"

I told you about the man at the blackjack table and you nodded. "You don't know if before you got to the table he won 10x that much or even lost it. Gambling can get really ugly. It's not for me."

"Me either!"

"Why don't I escort you out of this madhouse then so you don't get stampeded and perhaps we can find a quieter place to talk." You didn't wait for my nod, you just confidently led me out. I texted my colleagues that I was no longer going to the gambling room and to enjoy their night.

Without any trouble, you hung on to my arm and guided me out of the maze of the gambling room to the open area of the hotel. It was so exquisite. You find a small side area with some couches and tables. We sit and out of nowhere one of the "enhanced" cocktail waitress asks if we want anything. We order a drink and she's off.

The conversation is way too easy for a stranger, but the commonalities were there. The work conference, the lack of gambling interest, food, football. But with each easy conversation the chemistry built. There was some fun sexual innuendo and you read my responses. Perfectly. Too perfectly. I felt myself blush....flush....whatever and I excused myself to the ladies room where, as I was washing my hands, I looked in the mirror. The flush on my face was so obvious. My nipples were poking through my bra. I found you oh so attractive, but it was more than that. It was as if our chemistry lit up the room. It was definitely causing a river inside me. It had been a very long time since I felt any of these same feelings and I didn't even know what to do with them. I realized I didn't even know your name. Not knowing where the evening was headed, I went back to the couch and you stood up -- gentlemanly. But when I sat down, you sat closer to me. And instead of picking up the conversation, you brushed your thumb on my flushed cheek and said, "You're very warm." My mouth had no more fluid in it. Swallowing and trying to find some, your thumb just brushing my cheek. "Hot, actually." Your eyes in to mine. Where was this coming from, this insane desire. And being read so easily. You seemed so calm and I was a trembling bundle of nerves.

"I should go."

"Do you want to go?"

I shake my head. "What do you want?" I keep shaking my head staring deep in to your eyes. Your blasted thumb still there as your fingers now are fingering the back of my neck and my hair pulling my head in close to yours. "What do you want?" you repeat, your voice firm, commanding.

I stare at your mouth. It's obvious what I want. You know what I want. You don't budge in your face. Your fingers still doing the dance in my hair.

"Do you want some or all?" I find this question odd and it almost wakes me from the trance.

"Some?" and you tilt your head and brush my lips sending a delicious warm heat throughout my chest. "All?" and you take my hand and put it right in your crotch where I feel your cock throb under your pants.

In that fuzzy moment, the clarity came forward. I wanted all. We both knew it, but you weren't budging until I said so. I found my voice and whispered millimeters away from your mouth, "All."

It was a blur getting to the elevator and you asked me for my key card and asked what room. In this crazy scenario where I felt your commanding presence you chose my room and there was something gallant about that. I didn't know what, but it was and it helped me trust. But you took the key card, you opened the door and then pushed me up against the wall in the entry way. Again you cupped my face with your thumb brushing my cheek and your fingers grasping my hair -- a bit firmer this time in to a grab and not a dance -- you pulled my face in to yours and paused at my mouth. It was a second but in the second you made ME inch to you. Then all was lost in that give and take kiss. It was exploration. It was tasting. It was telling me what was to come. It was showing me constraint and passion. It was a creation of need I hadn't felt in years, if ever.

Your mouth came down to my neck as your thumb lightly was touching my cleavage. So lightly, but the magnetic pull was unbelievable. Then your thumb went to my right nipple, through the dress. Your mouth on my neck, I let out an audible moan and your face came back to look at mine. Circles on that right nipple and you were staring at my eyes -- probably watching them dilate and silently beg you for more. You moved to the other breast and that's when the audible moan was louder and clearer. "This one. You like this one more." I nodded as my mouth opened in pleasure as your thumb and forefinger was outlining, scratching, pinching. My breathing ragged, I moaned out, "Bed?"

"Not yet, Kitten." You kneeled down right there and right through my silky panties, you pressed your tongue up. The pleasure shot through me and I was weak in my knees. You caught me and pushed me back. And you did it again. Pushing your tongue against my panties. I was dissolving before you and was unsure how long I could stand. Your strength was obvious and held me steady. And you deftly took them down and took them off along with my shoes. A few inches to the right was a cushioned bench -- probably used for luggage -- and you moved me there and sat me down. Your head went right back to my pussy and I know I wasn't going to last long with this. It had been too long and my body was going to betray me and embarrass me in this quick orgasm. But you didn't care about any of that. You wanted to taste and to give and to have me ready and you knew how.

I had no idea what I didn't know. Until I exploded, that first time. That first time that I didn't know was my first time until the next morning when I realized I had lost count. But in that moment, that first body-shattering moment, I came undone. Just moaned out over and over. I don't even know if there were real words coming out of my mouth. I just knew that the pleasure washing over me was intense and belonged to you. You moved your face towards me again, your facial hair and lips wet from my orgasm and fisted my hair again in that possessive gripping way and kissed me. I tasted my pleasure. I tasted you. I tasted joy and heat and promise.

Lifting me to the big California King that the hotel was famous for, fully clothed, you pin me down, lifting my arms over my head and dive straight in to my breasts. You spend time on the right, and it is sensitive, but you then move to my left where you know my response. My hips try to lift off the bed as you take my nipple in your mouth through my dress and you keep me down with your thigh between my legs -- sending other shivers throughout my body. I can almost see all the wires inside me connect and light up with all the stimulus. Crying out in pleasure I don't even know what I'm crying out for -- just for it not to stop. Not to ever stop. I feel how hard you are, but so infinitely patient with me. Your knee is rubbing my crotch, your mouth on my left nipple and my hands over my head. It was complete submission to you and the thought of it, the feel of all of it, had the build happening one more time. "Pleasure yourself against me, kitten." It was the most erotic request. I moved my hips against your thigh and in tandem you bit and raked your teeth and had my nipple -- still through the dress -- in your mouth teasing and taunting. I was going to fly in to him, not being able to hold myself much longer rubbing my pussy against your jeans. "AAAAaaahhhhhh!!!!!" Feeling like a million shards of glass just shattered inside me, you don't even hesitate but to go back down there with your mouth and literally slurp me in sending me in to another wave of pleasure.

I don't even know how my dress and bra came off, but there I was naked, and you fully clothed, but obviously hard, sitting over me. I'm quaking -- trembling. You take your shirt off first and I see your well defined chest and your tatoos. My eyes drinking you in, trying to memorize lines and muscles.

"What is it that you want now?" you say with a sexy knowing smirk. How I could even want right now is beyond me, but the reality was evident in my breathing, my dry mouth, my intense heat coursing through me like the rapids I kayaked the summer before. "All." I said. "All." Liking how I brought back your choice from the hotel lobby, you reward me. Removing your jeans, I'm in awe of your beauty. You are made really well and I hope my body accommodates because suddenly I want an "all" I never knew I wanted.

Inching up, I thought you'd be putting yourself inside me, but you are a man full of surprises. But you have been so patient with me and you keep inching up. Your stunning throbbing cock now right in between my breasts. You start to squeeze my breasts around them and inch up. "Take a taste." I open my mouth and the tip comes in and you go down again through my breasts. You do this again and again, further up in my mouth each time and the moisture on your cock gets on my me. This goes on -- up and down deeper in my mouth. This time longer. "Suck!" The command powerful and electric and probably never denied.... I sucked. Damn the feel of you. The taste. The width and throbbing. And each time I sucked a lot, you took it away and surrounded my breasts with it. You kept this up until I grabbed my breasts and squeezed to surround you while you controlled your cock back and forth in my mouth, keeping it there for as long as you wanted and then out. Back and forth. You felt so good in my mouth. My tits. You quickly lifted my head and put another pillow under my head to bring it closer in and the fucking continued. In my mouth, on my breasts. In my mouth. Deeper. You kept telling me to suck. And then you put it all the way down my throat, gagging me, holding it there. Pulsing inside my mouth. I moaned with it inside of me. Then it was faster. In and out of my mouth, my breasts left wet. You tell me you're going to cum and ask me if I want to swallow it. I nod, but you want both. You want to cum in my mouth and on my nipples. And you start spasming. I taste the first spurt and then more. I swallow some trying to keep your cock in my mouth. You pull out though and finish cumming on my left breast. You push it towards my mouth and share my cum-covered nipple with me in my mouth. Then you sigh and lay beside me.

Never quite feeling as intensely sated as I was in that moment, it was a continuation through the night. Somewhere around 3 am you smiled at me and introduced yourself but not before taking me a few more times.