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They say-whoever in Hell they are-if you can't say something positive, then shut the fuck up! OK, but I'm betting they've never been mired in the nightmare traffic that crawls along the fabulous Las Vegas Strip. Still-and I'm only grudgingly admitting it-but it's preferable to being trapped in the horrors of the Los Angeles Freeway system. Angelinos take note, in Vegas, just mentioning the word system is good for a derisive snicker, and sometimes even an outright guffaw!
Yesterday, our Hotel's airport shuttle had taken its turn, slogging its way through the snarl of L A's traffic. Fuming, when I wasn't busy praying we'd make our flight, I'd failed to come up with an appropriately derisive snicker. Guffawing had been totally out of the question! Tonight however, no worries! Our Las Vegas cabby had come right out and promised we'd get to our destination on time. Sure, he had!
Now, I'm not calling it coercion, but Leslie had leaned forward over the cab's front seat. After all, Leslie wouldn't deliberately snuggle her breasts, bare under clingy silk against our cabby's shoulder. Then again, sure she would! Whatever, huskily purring, "See that we do," in his ear, she slid a pair of twenties in to his shirt pocket.
While my beautiful, and extraordinarily sexy young wife secured our timely arrival, I leaned back, gazing appreciatively at the tautly stretched strip of jade silk nestled between her suddenly exposed ass's delectably curvy cheeks. That sight, and the allure of what lay hidden under that silky strip of fabric did more then loose a flicker of regret. With a stiffening cock making its presence known, I was almost sorry I'd insisted on Leslie's wearing panties. Reminding myself that those panties, and the wrap-around silk skirt that left them so enticingly exposed were a necessary part of my plan wasn't much comfort. No, and when the incorrigible tease flirting with our mustachioed cabby gave her hips a saucy waggle, all I could do was remember the plan, and sigh. Still, I had to wonder, were those hips rotating innocently, or was it an artfully delivered reminder? Because, Leslie's way, and there wouldn't have been green silk showing between the sleekly muscled tan of her thighs. It was Leslie, so I figured tease-and not a subtle one either! Why else would I have reached out, and given that nearly bare ass a sharp, but playful swat? Why, well because I like doing it; plus, it turns Leslie on! Besides, it was a delightful way to remind her that I was still calling the plays.
Half way through our vacation and so far, we'd been having a total ball! That's despite five long, sun-drenched days full of the usual touristy rigmarole. We did Hollywood, we did Disneyland, and we did beaches-beaches intoxicatingly decorated with bikini-clad beauties. We shopped; well Leslie shopped, and I let myself be dragged along. Then there were cool evenings, open-air dining, rowdy nightclubs, and hot sex, lots of hot and nasty sex!
One-never to be forgotten-evening got off to a rip-roaring start at Universal Studio's Amphitheater. Under the stars, we partied our way through the raucous, cannabis infused excitement of a Jimmy Buffett concert. Then later, Kicking things off in our hotel's bar, Leslie orchestrated a spontaneous little production number of her own. Sorry Jimmy, but Leslie's brazenly erotic performance earned an 'unforgettable' rating! A one-woman act, sure, but it most definitely wasn't a solo performance. Nope, there are a trio of USC frat boys who aren't ever going to forget their scintillating encounter with my shamelessly uninhibited wife.
That was then! Now, and before Leslie and I move on to sample the bawdy delights of that city on the bay, it's...yippee, three nights in the city that never sleeps. I happen to love Las Vegas; even though, some anal-retentive types have the audacity to refer to it as the sin capital of the world. I say, one can always hope! Yup, and I had good reason for hope too! Because, in L A, after countering my dare with an audacious move of her own, Leslie graciously submitted-OK, reluctantly agreed-that in Vegas I got to call the play. Silly me, I even believed it!
With my flirtatious wife whispering-who knew what-in to our cabby's ear, our cab continued it's slow crawl up the Strip. Fascinated, I watched rainbow hews of neon dance on Leslie's bared ass, listening as her throaty purr Coaxed, "would it be Ok, if I sparked up a little intoxicant?" It was Las Vegas after all, so maybe Leslie was only insuring her bet-so to speak! Because, she had the tip of her flicking tongue teasing his ear, and her right hand had slid out of sight-no doubt adding its own flirtatious encouragement. So, it wasn't a surprise when that cabby's questioning eyes found mine in the rear-view mirror. Playing my part, I gave the lucky guy a conspiratorial wink, while Leslie giggled coquettishly, and murmured, "Please...please, say yes!" I'm not sure, if the poor guy simply shrugged his shoulder, or if he was using it to cop-a-feel. Either way, Leslie had a pair of noticeably erect nipples poking hard against that shoulder, while she cooed hot breath in to his ear. Then, taking that shrug for a yes, she kissed his cheek, and told him, "Thank-you darling!"
Sliding on to my lap, Leslie reached for her handbag. After handing me a slim silver lighter, she extracted a joint from a matching, and equally slim cigarette case. I lit it for her. Then remembering those hard jutting nipples, I reached up under soft silk, and corralled a pair of firm, perkily upturned breasts. By Las Vegas standards anyway, there not big, but they perfectly fit her svelte bodies fluid curves. Then, there's a hint of Eurasian in Leslie's exotic eyes, but it's likely to be her slyly seductive smile that grabs your attention. That is, once you've managed to tear your eyes away from what is definitely a truly world-class ass. Styled to fit her personality, and a shimmering glossy black, her hair brings to mind a sprightly and delightfully oversexed imp. An erotic temptation, packed in to a curvaceous five foot six inches, Leslie isn't just a spectacular bit of eye-candy, she's an unforgettable eye magnet. Still, it's the confident; devil may care love of life flashing in her bright-eyed smile that truly animates her. Well OK, take that, and then add in intelligence, creativity, a matching sense of humor, plus a big dose of the unashamedly hedonistic...and you have Leslie. Well actually, I have Leslie; but then, I'm willing to share-and I can prove it!
Long sleekly muscled legs demurely crossed, Leslie took several lung-swelling hits. Pursed lips, painted the same shade of glittery copper as her nails, held in her last hit. Those lips managed a smirk, as I twisted the tautly swollen nipples pinched between my fingers. Languidly, Leslie blew-out a thin stream of smoke. Her back arched a silent plea for more. The laughing tart pushed the joint between my lips. Then, While I sucked down a fragrant lungful of the heady smoke, she lifted her top, exposing my handiwork. After making sure our cabby was paying attention, the hussy brazenly declared, "Just look Jose...he's a beast I say!" Maybe it was his big grin, or maybe the slow shake of his head, whatever, I don't think he agreed.
