A Gift to Remember

Charlotte walked through Las Vegas' airport with a sense of anticipation. She was finally free of all the duties and obligations of Nebraska for a few days! The pressure and annoyance of having to deal with all the stresses of normal life plus a bunch of obnoxious idiots at her day job had led to a very frustrating week. The fact that Alan was gone to his conference in Nevada had made it worse. Just knowing that she didn't have that backstop and support waiting at home had made the days seem worse. She knew she should be grateful for her job working as a hostess at a restaurant, but dealing constantly with snobby entitled rich couples (the wives were usually the worst) grated on her. She was only 26 and there wasn't much demand for a bachelor's in art history, so this was the only job she could get. The fact that her blond hair and nice figure was an excellent counterpoint to the required little black dress didn't hurt. Her husband the salesman, at age 39, was more established and experienced and enjoyed his job. She envied him that!

But the flight to Las Vegas had worked wonders, helping her relax. The fact that she had ordered a drink (only $6! she had happily handed over her credit card for that) had also helped her relax. The second one had helped even more, despite her protestations to the contrary to Alan. The crossword puzzles and a bit of reading had helped pass the time and create a period of transition. It was time to celebrate, to just be a woman and not a mom or hostess or all the other things that were demanding her time. She was thankful that her sister had been able to take their three-year-old son for the long weekend. Thinking on him made her remember meeting her husband Alan for the first time, him 34 to her 21 years old. She had loved how experienced he seemed, how calm and powerful and authoritative. She had fallen head over heels for him, and never looked back even though he had divorced only two years before meeting her. Thankfully no children from that marriage!

She continued to enjoy the freedom from her job and motherhood. It was a rare feeling, and she felt somewhat insecure. Vegas was "Sin City" and she knew that Alan wanted to make this an erotic trip for them. He had even told her that he wrote an erotic story for her, but decided not to send it. She felt disappointed, she liked reading his writing. He had even published a few on Literotica and it was a good way for her to be able to access his desire for her even when they were apart. The stories, and his directions about packing some sex toys and sexting had built a nice anticipation, but also a concern. Could she live up to the imaginary scenarios in his stories? She loved that he wanted to be with her, to take her, but she still after four years of marriage had doubts about her ability in the lovemaking department. She had saved herself for marriage and had never been with another man. In their dating, he had admitted to sleeping with several women before his first marriage, some wild activities with his then-wife, and a few more after his divorce but before meeting her. His assurances that she was beautiful and all he needed were nice but she still had doubts. He was so much more experienced!

She shook off this line of thought and left the plane, carry-on luggage in tow. The blinking lights of the slot machines in the airport reminded her of the landing. The plane had swooped over the city in darkness and she had enjoyed looking at the glittering palaces below her. The place radiated entertainment and possibility, two things she wanted desperately at that point. She looked down to the bottom of the escalator in the baggage claim area and saw a big smile waiting for her at the bottom. Alan! She smiled back and he pulled her into his arms when she reached the bottom and greeted her with a strong kiss on her lips. "Happy 27

th

Birthday!" he said to her. A day early, but she'd take it!

They smiled at each other for a few more moments, then the press of people reminded them to move forward. She grabbed the handle of the black carry-on suitcase that contained all she needed for the weekend.

Well, not everything

she mentally giggled to herself, remembering that some other items for her fun had already come down with Alan. They walked through the airport towards the other end, chatting and catching up on the happenings of their lives while they had been apart. He led her off through the airport baggage claim area, and she enjoyed their pleasant conversation and the look of anticipation on his face. They weaved through the crowd, and she was not really paying attention to where they were going. They exited the airport and walked out into a well-lit parking area, and she was a bit confused because she only saw limos near them. Alan smiled a somewhat conspiratorial smile and gestured with his head towards a middle-aged man in a dark uniform, and suddenly realized that the man was holding an iPad that read "Charlotte"! Charlotte looked at Alan questioningly, and he grinned in response. "The first of many birthday gifts! Aria included a limo ride as part of the package, so we get to travel in style!" She was surprised at his response. A limo! She felt pampered and enjoyed the feeling of being special.

The man guided them out of the airport and to the limo, and loaded their luggage in the trunk while Alan held the door open for her. The interior was plush and inviting, with dark glass in the front that Alan asked to be raised. There was a kind of mini bar off to one side, and the windows were tinted so that while she could see out, no one could see in. It was perfect! Alan slid in beside her, and then she felt the driver close his door and start the car. Alan held her hand as the car slid out into the airport traffic, and she enjoyed the contrast with her normal commute to the restaurant. Traffic was someone else's problem! The darkness outside was deepened by the tinted glass but she could still see the blazing lights of the Strip flashing in the distance.

She giggled as Alan pulled her close, and enjoyed the feel of his lips as he kissed her some more. The private interior gave more opportunity than she had ever felt in a car before, and didn't resist when he caressed her breasts through her blouse. It felt good to be desired, and she wanted to be touched after several days apart. His nimble fingers reached through her front and gave him more direct access to her breasts as he kissed her neck, and she glanced around at the windows, at first nervous. But the privacy of their luxurious transport was assured, and she yielded to his desire. His kisses traced down her chest and then without asking the strap of her bra was off her shoulder and he had a nipple in his mouth. She gasped at the feeling of his mouth on her sensitive areola, but simply arched her back to give him better access. She remembered the contract that he had her sign on their honeymoon, that let him do whatever he wanted because she had agreed that her body was his.

A not unpleasurable agreement

she thought as her nipples hardened under his touch.

His exploration of her longed-for body continued, and she felt another wave of inhibition as he worked to pull her blouse fully open. "Save it for the hotel room!" she said somewhat repressively, although she did like the idea of him pursuing her and desiring her. He changed tactics and she nearly stopped him when he reached under her skirt, but the dark glass of the limo and her desire was a strong argument for surrender. She felt his mouth on her lips shift into a smile.

He feels how wet I am

she thought to herself, and enjoyed the feeling of his probing fingers caressing her womanhood. She could feel his hardness against her leg as he rubbed and shifted against her, and gasped as he pushed a finger inside her now very wet pussy. She ran her fingers through his short hair as he started to finger her, reveling in the passion of the moment. She liked being taken like this, being the one things were done to, it made her feel so beautiful.

The limo stopped at a stoplight and she looked over to see a young couple in a jeep next to the limo, looking towards her. She felt a surge of anxiety but then realized from their faces that they could see nothing. Alan didn't slow down and her body was responding to his expert touch, but she needed more privacy to really let go. They made out heavily and he caresses her down there as the limo sped through traffic. They felt a bump and realized that they had turned into the long driveway for Aria, and that they only had a minute before the limo ride of pleasure was over. Alan worked at adjusting his pants to disguise his firmness while Charlotte noticed a button undone on her blouse and fixed it. They grinned at each other at their predicament, more like teenagers than a married couple, and shared the secret moment together. When the limo stopped they were presentable if a bit flushed and tousled. With a happy glow they exited the limo and gathered their luggage to enter into the cool blue beauty of Aria.

They checked in and found the accommodations just as hoped for - beautiful and luxurious. They dropped off their luggage and, having already started the fun, decided to head down to the bar and grab a drink and some food. They settled into a plush couch beside each other and sat back to people watch the busy casino floor on a Friday night.

A thought occurred to her, and Charlotte took the opportunity to ask what kind of story Alan had written but not sent to her. "Why did you think I wouldn't like it?" she asked.

"I know your views on some things, and I don't think it is quite your cup of tea. I wrote it mainly because I liked the intro and it was something I had thought up quite a while ago, although set elsewhere. It was good to get it out of my mind and onto the computer, and now perhaps I'll write something else," Alan replied.

Charlotte looked at him, knowing that he wanted her to ask the question, and tempted not to give in but she was relaxed and curious. "So what was it about?" she asked.

"I won't tell you. If you really want to know, you have to read it yourself."

"Hmm, doesn't that defeat the purpose of not sending it to me?" she smartly replied.

"If you ask, I won't refuse you. I'm just not pushing it on you. Your call. I know how much you love to make decisions," he added with a wink.

Not sure how to respond to his long stream of words, Charlotte looked down at the menu for a moment to buy time. Charlotte found that she was simultaneously annoyed and grateful. Annoyed that he had written a story that she might not like instead of something that was a sure hit, but grateful that he had taken the effort to make something special just for her. Plus, she didn't like making decisions, especially on vacation. She liked it when he took the lead.

Alan correctly interpreted her look. He could read her clearly! "Well, when I wrote it I was going to send it so you would be turned on for sexting and ready for fun here, and even though the sexting didn't work out it looks like we didn't need it given our little limo escapade."

"Hmm, I'd like another of those cranberry vodkas - they were really good." Her curiosity wasn't satisfied but she decided to wait until they were back in the room to follow up. Alan flagged down the waitress and placed their collective order and they snuggled on the couch, enjoying the time to just be a couple without a kid, without job responsibilities.

After some more pleasant chatting, catching up on their lives while they were apart, they headed back to the room. Charlotte felt a little lightheaded and buzzed and hoped for a little more fun when they got back. They had a nice hard romp after getting back to the room. He had picked her up and carried her to the bed, and pushed her dress up to start eating her pussy. She had surrendered to it, and enjoyed the traditional christening of the hotel room with immediate sex. He was forceful, demanding. Even though she knew that she was still stressed enough that she almost certainly wouldn't orgasm, she enjoyed riding the pleasant wave of sexual pleasure and surrender. His tongue probed her folds and she felt her body responding, nipples hardening, wetness spreading at his talented touch.

He is a champion pussy eater, it feels so good!

The thought reminded her that she actually had only ever had this one man between her thighs, but knowing his experience made her sure that he was above average in that department. Her body always responded to his touch, and this night was no different.

He slid up and she smiled at his full erection dangling in the air, hard and ready. He spread her legs wider and positioned himself to slide inside her, to renew their connection after a week apart. The steady pressure and coating on his thick head was all that it took, and Charlotte moaned appreciatively as he slowly slid inside her, filling her up. That sensation of first penetration was one of her favorite things about sex.

So delicious. I love the feeling of him inside me!

She enjoyed the feel of his passion

and his thick hard cock

when they made love. He took her firmly but not violently, and her hips rocked up into his, seeking to enhance his pleasure while enjoying her own. The rhythm increased and she smiled at his closed eyes above her, and watched his manhood thrust in and out of her.

God I love this. We should do this every day.

With a few more powerful strokes his orgasm arrived, and Charlotte watched it ripple across his face as he concentrated on that intense feeling. She could feel his thick cock pulsing inside her, filling her pussy with his cum. She moaned and rubbed against him, luxuriating that she had brought him off. He finally relaxed and slid down to kiss her, then slid out and rolled to the side. She left him wet and against her hip and pulled the blankets up over them. It was a relaxing end to a long day, and they snuggled up with each other and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Alan went out and got her coffee and a muffin while letting her sleep in. They chatted about the day, her planned spa appointment, and the wonderful lack of any other plans. Charlotte realized that she had awakened with an itch to scratch, and wanted her husband to scratch that spot over and over again until she came. Alan looked tired, however, and she suspected that he would be thinking of just begging off until after her spa appointment.

How can I get him inspired again?

She thought to herself.

Ah, the story. Talking about fantasies always gets him turned on.

As they sat on the bed, Charlotte looked across at him and said that she would read the story. "Right now?" he responded.

"Why not?" she replied with a devil-may-care grin, and he shrugged his agreement with the new plan.

He got out his laptop and booted it up for her so that it displayed an untitled story and she started reading. It did a pretty good job of describing their prior evening, not perfect but still a shrewd guess that reflected just how well he knew her, although he had overestimated the time and her willingness in the limo. She enjoyed the written recap of their fun and felt herself getting wet in response. Knowing that it drove him wild when she did it, Charlotte slipped her hand underneath her silky underwear and began rubbing her pussy as she read. He started trailing kisses along her body and she felt a thrill of victory at overcoming his low energy with desire for her.

In the story their evening last night took an unusual turn and half way through they were having a threesome. He had written it initially to not reveal the sex of the third person and then she saw that he had set it up so that she would tell him whether it was another man or another woman in bed with them, and he would finish the story. Some of the images of the threesome were admittedly hot, but she didn't believe another woman would want to sleep with her, and wasn't sure another man would either.

She read steadily to the end, saying little and letting him touch her. The story turned her on and she had been firmly fingering herself. She gasped in pleasure as Alan slid his finger inside her pussy as well and they twirled their fingers against each other and her pussy walls in a kinky, erotic mix. Both the seduction and suggestion that she was attractive enough to get interest beyond her husband got her revved up although it hit a sensitive spot for her mentally, and when she finished reading she simply moved the computer out of the way and started kissing passionately with her kinky older lover. Words were not needed and he took her with a slow, firm rhythm that affirmed that she was his. The finish was pleasurably intense and left her gasping with the power of her orgasm. As they cuddled afterwards, Charlotte smiled a smile of victory for having had sex twice so close together, something they could never do at home with a kid underfoot, and getting her itch scratched!

They cleaned up and Charlotte went to her spa appointment about an hour later. She had some alone relaxation time in a sauna, then a quick bath in a hot tub before starting an hour long massage. The feel of it was very relaxing and pampering, and restored her energy (and sensuality). Her masseuse was an attractive Hispanic girl, busty with strong hands and a pleasant lilt in her voice. The feel of the masseuse spreading oil across her body was sensual. She rubbed firmly but not roughly, removing tension that Charlotte didn't even know was still there. It was also erotic to feel the woman sliding her hands across Charlotte's slick skin, and images inspired by Alan's story would pop to mind at inopportune times, especially when she was rubbing Charlotte's lower back and glutes and then chest area. The masseuse had said nothing about her hard nipples but had smiled a little smile and not avoided them when sliding her hands down from the shoulder blades to Charlotte's flat stomach. Was this beauty turning her on purposely? Thoughts and feelings swirled to make the hour decidedly erotic, and it was a relaxed but surprisingly horny Charlotte who left the spa area.

She and Alan got back together for lunch, and they enjoyed a pleasant meal in the freeing sensation that they had no place to rush off to. In a conversational lull, Alan glanced at her with a flirty look in his eyes. "You never did tell me which one you picked in the story," Alan said.

Charlotte knew that he was verbally trying to get her in the mood for some more fun, and liked the idea of a long seduction that would be consummated this afternoon, but wasn't quite ready to go there yet. "No, I didn't. And I don't think I will," she replied. "I...I am not sure how to process all of that since the story presumes that she is so beautiful that all these people want her and she has all this experience and is able to act with such confidence. I don't know that I really see myself in the story."

"Fair enough about not answering. Just wanted a little editorial feedback, is all, since I wrote it with the idea that you'd text me your answer and I'd finish it before you actually read it," he grinned. "But babe, you should know that you are beautiful and that others around you do want you. I am widely considered the luckiest man in Omaha because I get to come home and make love to you. I can see that you don't accept that, and think it mere flattery. It is not. You just don't know how beautiful you are."

She blushed and batted her hand at him, unwilling to entertain more flattery, which is what she knew it was. Her older sister was stunning, with large firm breasts and so outgoing that she knew everyone - and everyone knew her. The guys wanted to be with her and the girls wanted to be her, making her the queen bee of the school, when Charlotte was a freshman and her sister had been a senior. She had cut a huge swath through the guys at their high school. Charlotte knew she was the plain, younger sister and had resigned herself to it.