Charles Richards helped his new wife Diana Maitland Richards stand up from being bent over a bar stool in their honeymoon suite in Vegas after a quick, hard fuck since they'd nearly done it in the elevator on the way back from their shopping spree in the lobby. They undressed and then picked up all the items they had just purchased that he'd unceremoniously tossed in the door in his haste to get her inside before he ended up fucking her in the hallway. They hung up their new clothes and her evening dress, put their new undergarments in one of the dresser drawers near the bed and took their toiletries into the bathroom while Charles called down to the laundry service for them to come pick up his suit for cleaning.
Then they cleaned themselves up...again...and brushed their teeth, and then Diana put one of the robes on and combed out the tangles and brushed her hair smooth while Charles shaved. He was standing at the sink with a towel wrapped around his hips, and Diana could feel tingles between her legs again as she watched him. God, he was so sexy! She loved to watch how the muscles in his broad shoulders and back rippled slightly as he moved his arm while he shaved. And the thick mat of dark hair on his sculpted chest that she craved to run her fingers through as she watched his pectoral muscles flex occasionally when he moved. And she pictured herself standing behind him, running her hands from his sexy, hairy chest down his furry, flat stomach to his beautiful, long cock—stroking its full length and cupping and massaging his balls.
His firm, round ass just looked sexier the way the towel hugged it tightly, and the bulge in the front of the towel from his cock and balls was just soaking her pussy again. She couldn't stay away from him any longer; she walked over behind him and put her hand on his ass and squeezed his firm cheeks a few times as she looked at him in the mirror. She saw him take the razor away from his face as he glanced at her and asked her if she was trying to make him cut himself. She grinned and chuckled and said no, waited for him to resume shaving and then said, "If I'd wanted to make you cut yourself, I'd have done this..."as she put her hand through the drape at the front of the towel on his hips and caressed and cupped his balls as she stared at him hotly.
He'd taken the razor away from his face again as he had seen in her eyes and heard in her voice that she was going to touch him again in a much more sensitive place. He growled quietly as the flames started to come up in his eyes, and he said in his low, sexy voice, "Just let me finish shaving and then you can touch me wherever you want...OK...please?" he pleaded intently, because he knew that if she persisted, he wouldn't be able to resist her.
Just then, they heard a knock on their door and a man's voice saying that it was the laundry service, so Diana smiled and told him to hurry and finish shaving, then went out and got his suit and shirt and took it to the door. She handed them to the young man and asked him about what time it would be ready, and he told her it would be ready around 4:00, so she smiled and said that was great and thanked him, giving him a dollar for a tip.
As soon as she shut the door, the phone rang and she frowned as she wondered who could be calling them since no one, other than the FBI pilot Gordon Brown, knew they were in Vegas. Then she remembered that the concierge had said he was going to call her about meeting with the bandleader in the hotel's nightclub so they could agree on what songs she could sing for them this evening at the concierge's request. She answered the phone and it was the concierge telling her that the bandleader had asked if 3:00 at the nightclub would be all right with her and she told him that would be fine.
When she hung up the phone, she turned around to find Charles standing right behind her and she jumped slightly because she hadn't heard him come up behind her at all. He was looking at her and said softly, "Speaking of phone calls, don't you think we should call our parents and let them know what we've done? I'm not that worried about my parents, other than my mother possibly throwing a fit, but I don't want your father to think badly of me for dragging his little girl off to Vegas without so much as talking to him first!"
Diana smiled and chuckled slightly at his old-fashioned worry that her father was going to be mad at him because he didn't get to meet or even talk to him before he married her! She knew her parents would probably be excited at the news because they'd been bugging her for years to find a husband and settle down. She'd kept explaining to them over the years that she just hadn't met the right man yet and that she'd let them know as soon as she had!
She told him to call his parents first because she wanted to get whatever his mother had to say about it out of the way first. It was coming up on 11:00 in Vegas so that meant it was around 3:00 on a Saturday afternoon on the east coast where their parents' were, and both of them figured their parents should be home. Charles was perched on the arm of the loveseat next to the phone as he called his parents home and his mother answered the phone; he listened while his mother chitchatted for a few minutes, and when it was obvious she was not going to be quiet long enough for him to say anything, he finally interrupted her.
"Mom...Mom...MOM! Would you be quiet for just a minute and let me tell you why I called? ... Thank you! Are you sitting down, Mom? ... You are...good. The reason I called is to tell you that I got married ... I'm in Vegas and I got married last night ... Yes, Las Vegas ... No, it wasn't a church wedding ... Mom? ... Mom? Are you still there? ... Because there wasn't time to arrange a church wedding; I didn't want to wait! ... No! She's not pregnant! I just met her last night! ... Mom? ... Mom? Are you still there? ... I know everything about her I need to know! ... Oh, for God's sake, Mom! I work for the FBI...don't you think I would know if she were a criminal?"
Diana was cracking up at this point; his mother sounded like she was a real pistol! Diana held out her hand toward him and gestured with her fingers and told him to give her the phone; Charles told his mother that his wife wanted to talk to her and then handed her the phone while he listened.