It was late. Or early. Las Vegas has its own rules for time.
I was laying on my back in our huge hotel bed reading when you stumbled back into our room. You had your (admittedly impressively tall) heels in your hand and tossed them aside as you entered, then flipped your handbag in the other direction as you walked towards me.
You always look beautiful, and tonight's outfit left a lot for me to crave - a criminally short black skirt and a low-cut top that draped down as you climbed into bed, giving me a full view of your perfect breasts. I can only guess where your bra got lost.
Just as the door was about to slam closed behind you, I heard your two friends giggle from the hall and one wedged herself in its way. "Ow," she mumbled as the two poured into the room and let the door thud loudly behind them. Aurora and Kelly, your besties. We'd tried to hang out several times, but dinner tonight was the first time I'd actually met them.
You partially turned to look, your raised eyebrow negating the need for words.
"You said we could watch," Aurora said with a mock-pout.
"I didn't mean..." you started, "...I haven't... whatever. Sit there." And the two plopped themselves on the small sofa across from the bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked, as you climbed on top of me and cupped by cock with your hand as you kissed me.
"I told them they could watch," you said, innocently, then kissed my lips again. And then my neck.
"Unless you want me to stop?" you asked mockingly as you pulled you hand away.
"I do not," I said, taking your hand with mine and putting it back, and brushing your face with my other.
"I didn't think so," you said impishly. After dinner the four of us had gone to a show, then drinks, then more drinks, then more drinks - all at increasingly busy club bars. While the three of you like to party each Friday, by midnight(? Or 1? Or 3? I don't really know), it was clear I was out of my social league and took my leave to wait for you after allnight dance party. Which, apparently, was now.
"I really don't think you know how pretty you are," I commented as you sat upright, straddling me, and peeled your shirt off. The hours had worn your makeup, but you looked like an angel.
"Yeah!!" came a rowdy catcall from the from across the room. You smiled at me as you put your hands under my shirt and lifted it up over my head, pausing for a moment as your breasts passed over my mouth. I gave a quick suckle on one, then pinched the other with my teeth while I flicked it with my tongue. You inhaled deeply, then slowly came back down and kissed my lips.
Then my chin. Then my neck. Then down my chest. I had on only grey sweatpants and you slid them down as you went, fully exposing me as your mouth drew near.
"Nice!" came another catcall, and you smirked at them sideways as you kissed all around my cock, one hand on now cupping and rolling my balls while the other rested atop of me.
"You want this?" you teased, as you licked small circles around my tip.
"Yeah he does," came the audience response. "Look at him - he's already fucking you with his eyes!"
It was true. I was full of lust watching you. You gave my balls an unexpected squeeze and I jerked reflexively, and you slid me all the way into your mouth. I gasped at the sudden pain then pleasure.