Author's Note: Thank you for reading, the votes, and the positive and constructive feedback. I really appreciate all of you. This chapter wraps up the long Vegas sojourn for our lovers, and then we are going to get back into what the future holds. Thanks for taking this ride with me!
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Sleep hit hard, and I woke up later that morning to hear Kat on the phone. It quickly became apparent she was talking to her boyfriend. I found my own phone and saw it was 10 a.m. A solid four hours of sleep would be sufficient to party until our redeye flight tonight.
"I'm so glad you're having fun, sweetie," Kat said. She saw I was awake and smiled. She was nude except for a towel wrapped around her hair. How long had she been up? I motioned her to come to me.
"What's the plan for today?" her other side of the conversation continued.
I moved my head over the edge of the bed. When she got close to me, I put my arms between her legs. She got the message and spread her thighs. I pulled her close to my mouth, and she eased her knees down.
"That sounds like fun," she said. "Where are you going to eat? Anywhere fun?" My tongue wetly moved across her lips, then flicked her clit. She gave a light shudder. Kat talked to her boyfriend another few minutes, while I focused on slowly, easily building her pleasure during oral sex.
After she said, "I love you, too," and hung up, she let her weight collapse on my face and began shoving her wet cunt into my mouth.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Just like that. Don't stop. I love the way you eat me."
There is a total joy in making a woman cum from oral sex. It genuinely gave me such a sense of satisfaction and pleasure to help my partner climax. And it never ceased to surprise me how grateful and compliant women would become if you prioritized their pleasure first. It was my go-to move, even on what I knew would be a one-night-stand. Make them cum with your tongue, and you would unlock the deepest level of fun they would permit.
My tongue skittered across her asshole and up to her clit, over and over. Kat came in a rush of moans and thick juice expelling from her pussy. Her quivering body lay next to me on the bed, and I said, "That's my favorite breakfast."
"What surprises do you have for me today?" she asked.
"Well," I said, "I thought the pool would be a good idea at some point. How do you feel about shopping? I suppose I can't send you home with an array of elaborate gifts to explain away?"
"Why not?" she said. "I have my own place. He doesn't know what my wardrobe is like."
"Lingerie and jewelry came to mind," I said.
"Those are things I never buy for myself!" she said happily.
We kissed. "Room service?" I said.
"Yes!" Kat said. "I'm starving!"
A half hour later, I was showered, freshly shaved, and ready for the day. Pancakes, fruit, strong coffee, and eggs with bacon, sausage, and toast were waiting on the dining room table. Kat and I ate and talked like a regular couple. These moments of normalcy were immensely satisfying. But I was also eager to continue this escape. If I could make Kat's fantasies come true, who knew where this could go?
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We browsed through the Shops at the Wynn. She picked out a purse at Celine and a scarf at Hermes. We made our way to Caesars, where we dove into the treasure of erotic riches at La Perla. Kat selected a bodysuit, bustier, and two matching sets of bras and g-strings.
"You just need a dress for Wing Lei tonight," I suggested.
She shook her head. "John, it's too much! This is way too generous."
"But I want you to wear that red g-string set," I insisted, "and you've got to have something that matches it."
We went to Crystals, where she found and fell in love with a black Dior mid-length dress made of wool and silk. It framed her petite top half seductively, while falling just before her exquisitely shaped legs.
"Now just a pair of Louboutins, and you are all set!" I said.
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With the shopping spree checked off my list, we decided to hit the pool. I had a cabana reserved at Encore Beach Club, the Wynn complex's day club. Kat wore a modest but flattering bikini, oversized sunglasses, and a sheer coverup. We left everything in the room except the coke bullet and vial and headed down to see what trouble we could find for a few hours before dinner.
Walking through the beach club, it was hard to suppress my instinct to scope out which women might be most susceptible to my charms. And wallet. I had never had a problem using financial leverage to entice women. Kat noticed my wandering eye.
"See anything you like?" she asked.
"Sorry," I apologized. "Force of habit. I'm usually an insufferable man whore in Vegas."
"No need to apologize," she said. "I meant it. See anything you like?"
I laughed. "You, Kitty Kat," I said. "Only you."
"I like getting inside your mind," she said.
"Okay," I said, as we settled into our cabana, "well, see the bachelorette party group over there?" I pointed across the pool from our cabana to another filled with ten women, all wearing sashes. "Always stay away from bachelorette parties. Unless they approach you first. It's just an invitation to light money on fire."
"And do you see that girl in the cheetah print bikini right there?" I said. "Notice the guy who's trailing her at a little bit of a distance? He never takes his eyes off her and is walking with her." The woman was going from cabana to cabana flirting. "They're just trying to scam drinks."
"This is a fascinating sociological experiment," Kat said, amused. "Inside the head of someone who's just trying to get head."
We laughed. Our waitress approached, and we ordered cocktails and a bottle of Champagne. The cabana provided welcome and necessary shade from the forceful Vegas sun. Kat positioned herself in a corner of the cabana and used the bullet.
"Oh yes," she said as she inhaled sharply after doing two bumps in each nostril. "Let's make the most of this last day!"
I inhaled a couple bumps, too, and we scanned the crowd, waiting for our drinks.
