Okay, I admit it...I am a geek and maybe even a nerd depending on your definition. That's why I don't understand why I ventured into a land of erotic fantasy a few short weeks ago, and why I can't get it out of my head! The memories of that night are still invading my sleep, and when I now make love to my wife of 5 years, it seems that when I close my eyes SHE is there and not Deb. Before I go completely crazy and incoherent, I better go back to the beginning and explain the events of the week leading up to the night of my life.
Deb and I met in college and got married the year I graduated...she still had a year to go. She is a brunette with a to-kill-for body and our sex life has always been good, although it seems we have recently fallen into a pattern of love making that doesn't have much variety. I tell you all this so you might understand why the events which follow might have occurred.
A big computer industry conference called the SEDE was scheduled in Las Vegas in June and I was selected by my boss to attend. With the economy being slow, I was to go alone to keep expenditures at a minimum. I would have taken Deb at our own expense, but she could not get away from her office. Check-in at the Imperial Palace Hotel was scheduled to begin on Sunday at noon, and the first session started at 10 AM on Monday. I scheduled myself to fly out late Saturday morning so I could relax for a full day and night. That may be when I made my first mistake.
The alarm went off at 7 AM that Saturday, and I arose to put on a pot of coffee and then went into the bathroom to shave. Just as I was about to finish, Deb came in and started the water for a shower. There are times it seems when Deb would rather shower alone and enjoy the warm water cascading over her lovely body, but I sensed this was not one of those times.
I should explain she keeps herself slim and trim, and has always had large breasts and a nicely rounded ass. With my encouragement a couple of years ago, she had the pubic hair removed above and to the side of her mons by laser treatment. She completes the Brazilian cut herself, although I have on occasion volunteered to perform this delicate chore as part of a foreplay ritual. It took a couple of times before she completely trusted me to wield a sharp razor in such a delicate area, and I didn't blame her. I like to use an unscented cream to shave her so I can take in the full aroma of her genitals as I get very close to my work. I have been tempted to use whipped cream so I could lick her labia clean when I finish but she has nixed that idea so far.
The water was nice and warm as I stepped in with Deb...as usual she had the spray hotter than I like, and I couldn't help but think briefly about the wasted energy being consumed. That thought quickly dissipated as I moved in behind her and wrapped my arms around her, keeping my hands just below the slight sag of her breasts, pushing up a little to support them. My groin pushed into her rear with my awakening penis planted into her butt cheeks.
"Good morning, big boy...got a problem?" She felt my rod grow as I rubbed it up and down her smooth ass cleavage while I nibbled on her neck. "Does Mr. Stiffy want some personal attention?"
Her name for my member varied from day to day, but just the fact she called attention to it made me even harder. She reached behind her with one hand and gave my swelling penis a gentle squeeze. "O my God, that feels good," I moaned appreciatively. "I think he is a little dirty and could stand to be stroked clean with lots of soap."
This request was another of our little rituals, one that needed no persuasion by either of us. I moved backwards to the other shower head and let the water bathe me with warmth. Deb took the bar of Dove and lathered up her hands, approached me lovingly, and proceeded to slide all three up and down my engorged penis. There are times in the shower when she strokes me until I cum, and other times she stops before the eruption, expecting to quickly dry off and jump into bed for continued love making. This usually ends in an orgasm for both of us, though not always as I reach my climax sooner than she does. Deb does not seem to fully enjoy a soapy genital massage as I do, and I've never quite figured out why.
When I told her to slow her stokes down so I could enjoy the feeling longer, Deb let go of me, turned me around and let the water rinse off the soap. After a few seconds, she added something new to her shower repertoire by turning me once again to face her, dropped to her knees, and took my hard dick fully in her mouth. "Stiffy" is of average size, so she can deep throat me now without much problem. She did have to tame her gag reflex early in our courtship, and I suppose that was one of many things that endeared her to me and led to our marriage.
To my chagrin, Deb pulled away from me before I came (she almost always swallows my donation and seems to enjoy the taste), looked at me and said, "I want you to remember this while you're gone. I'll finish the job when you return from Vegas."
As it turned out, that might have been exactly the wrong thing for her to do.
After getting dressed, eating a light breakfast, and finishing packing Deb drove me to the airport for my flight. The flight was uneventful, and I caught the hotel limo without a problem. I took notice of one of the other travelers in the limo, a woman who looked like she was in her late 30's, had long blonde hair, and was dressed almost like a showgirl. Her top was low cut and fit tightly around her bosom, and her skirt was pleated, loose, and very short. She sat opposite of me in the facing seat, and I could hardly keep my eyes from wandering to her slightly exposed crotch. I did notice a hint of material that should be panties, but I also convinced myself I saw a bit of a pussy slit. I could feel my face warm with embarrassment, and when I looked away and glanced at her face, I detected a slight smile and the rise of one eyebrow. She seemed to enjoy seeing me squirm which only prompted her to spread her knees even more. I moved my gaze back to her parted legs, and now I was sure more than ever she was wearing crotchless pink panties! I could not even get myself to start a friendly conversation with her, and was beginning to wonder how I was going to exit the limo without revealing the excitement rising in my own crotch.
We finally arrived at the Imperial Palace and the driver opened the side door so we could exit. My face was bathed in sweat by this time, and probably not from the 90 degree temperature outside. I motioned for my brazen companion to go first, and as she did, she hiked up her skirt and spread her legs so wide I could almost smell her sex from where I sat. With a big grin she lifted my chin up so I was looking her in the eyes and said, "You're kind of cute. I hope we can see more of each other later."
That nearly took my breath away and I was gasping for air as I stepped out myself and directed the valet to gather up my luggage from the rear of the limo. If I were to see "more" of her, she'd have to be almost completely naked! I've not had the opportunity to see a flash like that often in the past, but when it does happen, it is exciting and remains in my brain as a fantasy for a long time. Little did I know this was only the beginning.
I quickly registered at the front desk, got my key, and followed the valet up to my room on the 8th floor. As we waited for the elevator to arrive, I noticed the mysterious lady enter another elevator which left little doubt that she was staying at this same hotel. I pinched myself to get me back to reality as the elevator doors in front of us opened. After getting to my assigned room and handing the valet a $5 tip, I took off all my clothes and flopped down on the bed.
My dick was still swollen and sensitive from the recent limo ride, and as I pulled and squeezed the shaft away from my body, I saw a large drop of pre cum form at the opening. I do enjoy masturbating at times, and started to slowly pump 'stiffy' with pleasure, alternating with a few shakes until I was rock hard. With my eyes closed, I could again see those nether lips surrounded by a silky pink material. I brought myself near to orgasm a few time before deciding to stop and get a cool shower...maybe that would help clear my head. It was almost 4 in the afternoon, and I knew I had to be down in the lobby before long to register for the conference.
After drying off and putting on what I considered sharp but casual cotton shirt and tailored trousers, I went down to the lobby and asked for directions to the conference sign-in desk. Being a large Vegas hotel, finding my goal was not as easy as it first sounded, but I passed the time by admiring the plethora of female flesh dressed in various designs of light weight summer dresses, revealing tops, and high heel shoes. Those heels might not be comfortable to wear, but they do wonders to a woman's legs and the sway of her bottom as she gracefully walks.
Just before I got to the registration table, I felt a hand softly touch my right shoulder and a somewhat recognizable voice announce, "Hey, good lookin', it's me again...Sally, remember...the limo ride?" I turned around and immediately recognized that angelic face that had been so indelibly burnt into my brain. (Actually it might have been easier to recall her if her dress been hiked up!) With her heels on, Sally, as I just learned, was about an inch taller than me.
"Oh yeah, I sure do remember you...how could I forget?" I responded with my heart seemingly in my throat. "It's nice to see you again. Are you attending the SEDE conference also?" I was trying like hell to act normal, but I think my knees were starting to shake.
Sally replied with a big smile, "I sure am! Isn't that just a great big coincidence?" She followed that up with a quick question, "Now that you know my name, aren't you going to tell me yours?"
"My name is Dale Butkus, just like the old football player, "I said, not sure whether or not she would recognize the name. "I'm here by myself to learn something, and maybe have a good time along the way." I think I threw in the words "by myself" so she would know I wasn't traveling with another woman, but I'm not sure because I'm normally not that forward.
"Great! I'm here on my own also and didn't know a single person, at least not until now." As if just making small talk, Sally threw in "Maybe we can be fun buddies for the duration?"
