First Date -- Vegas Flight - Part 5
After some thought about a wedding location and a honeymoon location, Ann suggested that Jake & Ann, along with and Jake's 18 year old daughter, Ginny and Ann's 18 year old son, Kevin, all fly to Las Vegas for the wedding and honeymoon. After all, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!" Ann and my four younger children were scheduled to stay at friends' houses while the two couples left for three days of marriage and fun filled times in "Sin City."
"We'll make history as the first couples ever kicked out of Vegas for our fucking!" Ginny exclaimed in glee, as she changed in her room with Kevin. Ginny put on a light halter top - braless for Kevin and for her Dad - which showed her small but long nipples clearly and the faint outline of her dark, small areolas as well as her well formed 34B chest. Her 26 inch tummy was bare to her almost completely shaved pubic line, and she wore shorts that tightly fit her 37 inch hips and full ass. Kevin wore a Hawaiian sport shirt and loose cargo shorts. He came up behind Ginny, and slipped his hand over her shoulder and down her low cut top, feeling her right breast.
"Kevin, stop it!" she exclaimed. "I'm having enough problems controlling my dripping wet pussy and womanly desire to fuck you yet again right here and now, not to mention the sensuous feel of your seed inside of me, and we'll never get packed if I keep taking off my clothes and mating you!"
"And the problem with that is ...?" Kevin replied, pinching Ginny's hard nipple gently, just to the special pressure that caused both slight discomfort and high sexual arousal in Ginny's already hormone driven, 18 year old body, making Ginny moan sensuously. Her nipple felt like it was on fire and only Kevin's cock -- spurting his seed -- could put it out.
"Gawd, that feels good, Kevin." Ginny moaned. Then she swatted his hand away from her chest. "But the problem is we'll miss our flight and all the fucking fun we're going to have once we get to Vegas! I'll be stuck here babysitting our siblings, and having to hold my screams in as I bury my head in the pillow each time you fuck me, while hoping no one knocks on our door asking what we're doing. Besides, if you're good, I'll let you do me on the flight."
"But the bathrooms are almost always in front where everyone sees and the attendants monitor who goes in! The airlines really hate that Mile High Club membership." Kevin complained.
"Then you'll just have to satisfy me somewhere else in that plane, even if it means in the aisle, because I can't stand not receiving orgasms from you an entire seven hours straight during that evening flight. Besides, it will be quiet, perhaps dark, and most people will be asleep." Ginny replied.
"Yeah, and the flight attendants will be so busy monitoring your Dad's and my Mom's lovemaking that we may be totally unnoticed as we fuck naked in the aisle!" Laughed Kevin as he packed the rest of his stuff.
Meanwhile, Ann was packing in Jake's master bedroom, including some new sex toys she'd picked up on Sunday at AnnaBelle's in their suitcase.
"Are all those for us?" I asked with more than mild interest.
"Perhaps. If the kids are good, perhaps we'll share with them. I do hope they are well used by the time we come home. I know I'M looking forward to feeling some of these inside of me -- along with feeling you -- and your cum -- inside of me, lover." Ann exclaimed in a sexy, sultry voice.
Ann reached inside of her blouse, and pulled off her bra and handed it to me. "I don't think we've got enough room to pack these for this trip -- lover."
I looked at her 36DD breasts, full and round, with her thick long nipples bursting through her blouse top. Her blouse was only buttoned to the bottom of her breasts, showing even more of her marvelous tits, which swayed gently as she moved.
Ann pulled down her shorts, slipped off her panties, and standing bottomless, handed her wet panties to me too. "No room for these in our suitcase, either, lover." Her shorts were already unable to cover the bottom portion of her voluptuous ass, and fit tightly into the crease of her cum filled pussy in the front. The low belt line barely covered her shaved mound.
Ann packed her Wicked Weasel swim suit, and showed me another, smaller one for Ginny. Both had fabric that was little more than a loose crochet, showing all behind it. I wasn't even sure if Ann's full tits could fit into her skimpy top, and concluded that I didn't care if they didn't. Something told me her swim top would rarely, if ever, be worn in Vegas anyway.
We called a taxi, not wanting to leave our 740i BMW at the airport, and loaded our stuff, said our goodbyes to friends and family, and went to the airport.