The Bikini Ch 03

Except for my shoes, I was naked, pressed up against the plate-glass of our hotel room window. I faced the traffic, the flashing lights and the glitter of the Vegas strip below, legs apart and arms raised high above my head as if in surrender. From behind me, Dan ran his stiff cock up and down along the seam of my pussy, lubricating himself with my juices. Again and again he would rub the head against my clit sending little shocks all through my body. Then, ever so slowly, he entered me, giving me just a little bit of his cock at a time and then pulling back before pushing in a bit further. The sensation was driving me mad. I love being fucked from behind and Dan knows it. The feeling of his thick cock filling and stretching me as I braced myself against the cool glass of our hotel room window was incredible.

One of the advantages of being a tall woman is that it makes having sex standing up so much easier.

After checking into the hotel we had gone straight up to our tenth floor room. It was nice enough, certainly modern and comfortable with all of the amenities that one might expect. Not the Ritz Carlton, but it would suit the carnal purpose of our weekend just fine. The friendly bellman brought in our bags and then showed us how the phone, the mini-bar and the wireless internet all worked. At that moment I hadn't given a fuck about the wireless internet and could hardly wait for him to leave. My little cotton sundress was practically falling off of me and the walk from the front desk to the elevators had made me horny all over again. Maybe it had all been my imagination, but it seemed there had been eyes everywhere, watching me, looking at my hard nipples as my little boobs jiggled along beneath the loose fabric. Remembering our earlier adventures at the restaurant and in the car didn't help matters much either. In the elevator, Dan had made light conversation with the bellman as the young man kept casting furtive little glances in my direction.

After the tour of our room, Dan had tipped the man and he finally left. I had to thank him for opening the curtains though; the view was incredible and had given me a very naughty idea. With the bellman gone I immediately untied the belt of my dress and let it fall to the floor. Naked, I walked straight over to the window and stood there looking out with my hands upon my hips. "I want you to fuck me right now," I said. I didn't turn around when I said it and, with the mood I was in, the words could easily have been meant for the entire city.

Dan had stripped quickly, joining me at the window, his proud erection warm and stiff against my behind. He kissed my neck and reached around to fondle my tits, rolling my thick nipples gently between his fingers. I leaned forward against the glass and Dan knew just what I wanted. He reached a hand down to my pussy, fingering me from behind and I thrust my ass back towards him in wanton desire. "My God you're wet," he whispered.

Then he began rubbing his cock up and down along my pussy lips and teasing his way inside of me. At last he was all the way in me, his warm cock stretching and filling my eager vagina. His slow rhythm was driving me crazy and I thrust back against him, urging him to fuck me harder and faster. I put a leg up on the air-conditioning unit, spreading wider for him and for the city below. My arms, face and chest were pressed up against the glass and I bucked with desire every time my nipples came into contact with the smooth, cool surface. I looked out with lust on the city below, reason gone from my mind. I'm fucking Las Vegas, I thought, I'm fucking Las Vegas...

Dan had one hand on my hip as the other held my face against the glass. I took his thumb into my mouth, sucking it like another man's cock, making it slick with my saliva. He knew what I wanted then but I told him anyway, wanting to say the words out loud. "Put your thumb in my ass," I said, my voice sounding raw and strange to my own ears, "fuck me in the ass with it."

He complied. Pushing his cock deep inside of me, he pulled my ass cheeks apart and gently pushed his slick thumb into my anus. The lights of the city were spinning before my eyes and I shut them tight. I began bucking wildly; screaming into the night, "Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me!" The feeling was incredible. His thumb worked in and out of my ass as his thick hard cock pumped faster and faster into my pussy. I could feel him swelling even bigger inside of me and knew that he was about to cum. I began to furiously rub my clit and either that or his swelling dick sent me over the edge. It felt like I was falling, falling right through the glass of the window and down into the glittering night. My heart and breathing seemed to stop as I hung in the air for a few endless seconds. Then finally came the release, muscles contracting as orgasm rocked my body from head to toe.

Dan moaned, pulling his cock almost all of the way out of me before thrusting it deep back inside to fill me with his sperm. I could feel him ejaculating inside of me in time to my own convulsions of pleasure. It seemed to go on and on.

We both slumped against the glass in loving exhaustion. After a time, Dan's softening member slipped out of my pussy and he stood and walked across the room. I heard the zipper open on one of our bags and then he said, "Turn around."

I did. My legs were wobbly and I didn't trust them. I sat right down on the air-conditioner, facing him. He was holding our digital camera. "Oh Dan," I said, "Are you kidding? I must look like shit."

"You look beautiful," he said, "I want to get a picture of you by the window. Smile."

Dan had always enjoyed photographing me naked but recently he'd been asking me to pose for him more often. Our first photo shoot had made me both nervous and excited, but after a while I had begun to enjoy them more and more. In the past we had used erotic photography as foreplay, Dan wanting to shoot me after sex was something new. "Can't I at least clean up a little bit first? I'm all drippy," I pleaded.

"Nope," he said, "I want you drippy."

"You're a pervert," I said, "What are you going to do with these pictures anyway?"

"Show them to the guys at work. You don't mind do you?"

"Not if you don't mind if I cut off your balls," I said. I knew Dan would never do such a thing but the thought did get me buzzing. Oh, what the hell, I thought. "Wait a minute," I said, "Not 'till I say when."

I spread my legs wide for him and gave a good push with my kegel muscles. "Okay, now!" I said, just as a stream of Dan's sperm oozed out of my open pussy and down onto the hotel room floor. Dan snapped the photo and the flash just about blinded me.

Looking at that photo now I can hardly believe what a porno slut I looked like. I'm sitting in front of the darkened window wearing nothing but my favorite strappy sandals. My hair is a mess, my nipples are sticking straight out and my mouth is open in a big smile. My hands are on my thighs and my legs are spread, showing a wide-open, just fucked pussy with a trail of white semen dripping down to the floor. I look thoroughly and totally happy.

By the time we got cleaned up and ready for bed it was close to 2:00 am. We were both exhausted from the long drive and the evening's adventures and wanted nothing more now than to sleep. The bed was big and soft and I snuggled up under the covers close to Dan. We were asleep in no time.

*****

We both slept late Saturday morning, but Dan was up and in the shower before I had even opened my eyes. I heard the water running and slowly came awake, ravenously hungry and needing my morning dose of coffee. Picking up the phone I ordered both of us eggs benedict, coffee and orange juice from room service. Then I got up and walked over to the window. Dan had closed the drapes sometime during the night, but I reached up and pulled them open again. I was still naked from the night before and just slightly sore from our session at the window. The soreness was just enough to make me pleasantly aware of the lower parts of my body.

The Las Vegas Strip was bathed in the light of mid-morning. Directly across the way was Caesar's Palace and I could see the Bellagio and its world famous fountains just to the South. I doubt if anyone could see me behind the glass of our room but it still felt joyous and free to stand there naked. Then I laughed out loud. Focusing on the glass before me I could plainly see where parts of my body had smudged against the window. Nice sex-print, I thought. We were going to have to leave a good tip for the maid.

Dan emerged from the shower wearing only a towel; his well muscled and tan chest giving me my first pussy tingle of the day. He saw me standing before the window and smiled. "Good morning naked lady," he said.

"Good morning yourself," I replied, then walked over and kissed him. "I just ordered breakfast and coffee. It should be on the way up."

"Mm," he said, "Now I know I love you." Dan needs his coffee too.

"I need to take a shower," I said, and headed off for the bathroom without another word.

The hot shower felt wonderful. After washing my hair and my body I spent a long time just standing there, letting the water run over me. When I emerged I could hear voices outside and realized that our breakfast had arrived. I wrapped a towel around my wet hair, turban style, and slipped into one of the hotel's fluffy cotton robes, belting it very loosely. Time to be naughty again, I thought.

I stepped out of the bathroom just in time to see the young man from room service setting a tray upon the table. My sudden appearance caused him to look up and I felt a warm rush of pleasure as his eyes took in the deep 'V' of flesh exposed by the partially open robe. "Hello," I said.

He muttered a "good morning" and looked away quickly. I saw Dan standing there just a bit behind him. He had been reaching into his wallet for a tip when I came out of the bathroom and his hand stopped in midair. He gave me a wide-eyed look of surprise and delight. Looking over at the young man and then back at me, he silently mouthed the words: "Open it."

It was my turn to give a wide-eyed look but I was instantly turned on by the idea. The robe was barely tied and I felt a surge of adrenalin as I casually placed my thumb behind the belt and pushed out and down. I crossed the short distance from the bathroom to the bed and let the robe fall open completely as I walked. I passed right by the young man and caught him steeling another glance at my exposed skin. When I reached the bed I didn't know quite what to do next, so I just stood there, back to him, pretending to get something off of the nightstand.

My heart was pounding. Exposing myself like this was giving me a kind of sexual rush that I had never experience before. It was forbidden and dangerous and erotic as hell. I heard him preparing to leave and new that I wanted to show him more. I ached for him to take a good long look. He and Dan were at the door; it was now or never.

I turned around, the open robe leaving my tits and pussy fully exposed to the room service man's view. Dan's back was to me as he thanked the man at the door and handed him a tip. As the door was closing the young man looked right at me. There was no way he couldn't have seen me. He was very professional, giving no indication of what he had seen. "Thank you," was all he said.

Dan and I sat down to eat our breakfast. I didn't retie my robe, but sat there, casually exposed, sipping my coffee. After a while Dan asked, "Did he see you like that?"

I looked right at him, not wanting to hide anything, wanting him to know the lust I was feeling. "Oh yes, I think he did," I said.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked.

"You know that I did. And I enjoyed the guy in the restaurant seeing me last night. But I especially enjoyed you fucking me afterwards." I laughed. "This is some hot new form of foreplay you have turned me on to, my love, and I fear that you might have created a monster."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I want more," I said. I heard myself saying the words but could hardly believe it. I leaned forward, "I want to be your slut today," I said.

Dan gave me a searching look. He didn't say it, but I knew that he was wondering just how far I might go. He said, "Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"Not yet," I said. I thought about things for a minute and took another sip of coffee. "Let's go down to the pool after breakfast."

*****

I stood looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. The white bikini was every bit as tiny as I remembered it; it revealed far more than it covered. Putting it on had gotten my nipples hard again and it seemed I could barely contain them in that little top. I had trimmed my pubic hair way back before the trip but it still peaked out above the bottoms and at the legs. I got out my razor and shaving lotion. "Honey," I called, "I need your help."

Dan was at the bathroom door a moment later. "I need you to shave me," I said.

He gave me an appraising look as I stood before him in my g-string bottoms. And then a loving little tug to the wisp of hair that showed above the top. "Yes you do," he said.

Untying the bottoms and letting them fall to the floor, I sat down on the vanity counter next to the sink, spreading my legs to give Dan better access. He turned on the sink and began to spread warm water and then lotion on my pubic mound and the outer lips of my vagina. Dan had shaved me before and I trusted him completely. He was always gentle and careful and quite thorough, doing a far better job than I could do all by myself.

I was already aroused when he began to run the razor over me, but as the short brown hairs gave way to smooth bare skin, I could feel the warmth radiating out from my pussy. He had to spread my outer lips to get at all of the hairs and I could see my labia becoming engorged and puffy. There will be no hiding those, I thought, and suddenly realized that anyone who cared to look would be able to see that I was shaved. I started to breathe more heavily and my legs began to shake. "Hold still," said Dan, "I'm almost done."

"Leave a little bit on top," I said, "I don't want to look like a little girl." I also knew that a small dark patch would show through quite nicely if I chose to go in the pool and get the bikini wet. The thought made me squirm on the counter top.

"Hold still!" Dan commanded, "You don't want me to cut off something important do you?"

A few minutes later and he was finished. Dan washed away the last of the loose hairs and the lotion in the sink and then stood back to admire his handy work. "Mmm nice," he said, "that looks good enough to eat. What do you think?"

I stood and looked in the mirror. My pussy was now completely bare except for a small, dark patch of hair just above my clitoris. When I'm aroused my labia are often swollen and distended but now they were hanging out like puffy pink curtains. I reached down to feel the smoothness between my legs and ran a finger over my slippery wetness. My pussy felt incredibly exposed and sensitive and the thought that I was about to show it off to the world was both terrifying and intensely pleasurable. I saw Dan in the mirror, standing behind me. He was smiling warmly with a huge hard-on straining against the front of his swim trunks. I desperately wanted him to fuck me, but I also wanted to wait, wanted to build the anticipation; to see how aroused I could keep myself and for how long.

I turned around to face him, leaning back against the counter. "It feels pretty smooth," I said, "but do you think it will pass the lick test?"

"Only one way to find out," he said, and immediately got down on his knees in front of me.

I sat back on the very edge of the counter and spread my legs for him again. Dan started gently, kissing my eager pussy as if it were a mouth, teasing and tasting me before plunging his tongue inside. Then he took my labia into his mouth, sucking hard until they were even more pink and swollen than they had been. I looked down and saw that he had released his hard cock from his shorts and was stroking it as he licked my pussy. I moaned with pleasure, holding his head in my hands, directing him up towards my clit. He put his whole mouth over it, massaging and pressing down with his tongue. I could feel myself nearing the brink of orgasm and with an act of will I pushed his head away. "No," I said hoarsely, "Not yet... I don't want to cum yet."

Dan stood up breathing hard; his rigid upturned dick poised a few inches from my open cunt, ready to enter me. "I know what you want," he said, and moved forward until the head of his penis just made contact with my pussy lips. "You want to tease me all day, don't you? You want to tease us both until we can't hold back anymore..."

I pushed my hips toward him and felt the head of his cock slide inside of me. "Yes," I said, knowing that I had no will to stop him from fucking me now. "I... want to wait."

He pushed halfway inside of me and then stopped, lingering for just a moment. Then he pulled out. "Okay," he said, "Let's go to the pool."

*****

It was 1:00 by the time we headed down to the pool. I had brought a blue sarong to wear as a cover up and put it on over my tiny bikini, wrapping it around and crisscrossing the material in front of my breasts to tie behind my neck. Then I pulled my hair back in a French braid and put on sandals and dark sunglasses. For now, except for my legs and shoulders, I was completely covered. We grabbed a couple of other essentials to take with us and headed out the door to the elevators.

It had been all that we could do to stop ourselves from going the rest of the way in the bathroom and we were both still highly aroused. Dan was still semi-hard beneath his swim trunks and my freshly shaven pussy was swollen and sensitive. My naked ass felt delightfully exposed beneath the sarong and the tight fabric of my bikini bottoms rubbing against my pussy was giving me little jolts of pleasure as I walked.

We reached the elevators and waited for one to come back to our floor. Suddenly the doors opened and we stepped inside. There was an older couple already in the car and Dan made light conversation with them as we descended. I was too horny and preoccupied to talk very much. The thought of what I was about to do was intoxicating me and I felt myself getting wobbly in the knees. On one level I told myself that it was no big deal, we were just going down to get some sun at the pool, it was perfectly natural and normal. After all, it was just a bikini; it wasn't like I was preparing to strip naked in front of a bunch of horny strangers. But on a deeper level I knew the truth. I knew that this bikini was an advertisement for my tits, ass and pussy. It was like wearing lingerie in public and inviting a sexual reaction. I knew that I wanted that reaction, wanted to be the object of desire and carnal fantasy. This was not a spontaneous or accidental flash. This was a premeditated act. I had planned for it; purposely dressed for it and had even shaved my pussy for it. I knew what men wanted to see and knew that I wanted to show it to them.

It seemed to take forever to get to the pool area and when we finally arrived I could hardly believe how crowded it was. The area was beautifully landscaped in a Caribbean island theme complete with palm trees and waterfalls. Dan got us a couple of towels and we found our way to a quieter corner of the property. We claimed a couple of chaise lounges and a small cocktail table and laid out our towels. Dan sat down took off his shirt, looking at me expectantly. I looked around to see who our immediate neighbors were. On the right was a good looking young couple, though the girl was a bit chunky, and on our left were three college age young men seated at a table and enjoying cocktails. My lounge was closer to the three young men.