It's been a while since we have had some time away. Work, school, kids, money, finally we forced our lives to give us 72 hours to act like adults, all by ourselves. It's not like we had any slowdowns in sex, but there was always a limitation, because of outside influences. Specific windows defined by work and sleep schedules. This doesn't leave much time to relax and explore.
We've been to Vegas before, but this time is a little different. We have both given each other a budget of time and money to have a little fun. You've been ordering things online, I know where you got them from, but I don't know what they are. You have a bag packed of stuff.
We left early to beat the ridiculous I-15 traffic, and the sun is coming up. You're relaxed with your bare feet up on the dash, like you do to relax. You're wearing loose athletic shorts and a tight black tank top. You're reading a book, and I have Dark Side of the Moon playing. I look at the book and wonder what it's about. You're close enough for me to glance over at the page a little. I catch words about a wet kiss and tearing a skirt, but then you flip the page.
"See anything you like? This one is dirtier than most."
"Are you sure you read those books for different reasons than I like porn?"
"Just because they have sex in them doesn't mean that's why I read them. Sometimes I like porn for the same reasons you do."
I decided to be glad that the conversation didn't turn hostile. I knew they are dirty, but when they are 400 pages, with ten pages of sex, it must not be the sex.
"Do you get turned on when you read them?"
"Sometimes, but usually it's more by the story than the sex."
I'm looking at the tattoo on your ankle and your red toenails on the dash. "How about this one?"
"Too much violence and emotional trauma. Kills it for me."
I move my hand between your legs a little, listening to the sax on "Us and Them". I start rubbing my hand a little on the outside of your shorts. You keep reading. I rub a little, and then start pushing gently where I know your clit is. I push with two fingers, sliding up and down your pussy. You don't move or say anything. I do this for a long time, I wonder if I can get you turned on enough to feel you getting wet on the outside. You move your feet apart a little more.
"I like it, but can't you wait until we get there?"
"It's not as easy as you make it sound. Parking, the line at the check-in counter, and I know you'll be hungry when we get there."
"Just because I'm open to everything doesn't mean I want to give truckers a free show."
"Get a blanket." I move my hand inside your shorts, where I can feel you ARE wet.
Instead, you lie on your back, with one foot behind my headrest and the other on the floor. "Just watch the road. I don't want Grissom and the CSI team trying to figure out what happened to us."
I push inside your panties, and I realize you are wearing a thong. I start rubbing your pussy like I was on the outside. Now you're REALLY wet. And you must have shaved before we left. I slip one finger inside you, and you let out a gasp. I slide in and out, and rub up and down a little too. Then I put in two fingers, and push on your clit with my thumb. You slide up your tank top and pinch your nipples.
"How long til we get there?"
"Over an hour." I keep fingering you, and you drop your book on the floor. I am pushing into you up to my knuckles. "No one can hear you, you can let it out." You are rubbing you right foot on my cock, I'm trying to concentrate on my driving.
You smile a little in spite of yourself, and start moaning out loud.
"Oh yeah, fuck me harder." I start jamming you really fast, bumping over your clit in the process. You breathe really fast, and then I feel your cunt muscles clamp onto my hand, and I keep moving them inside you, and push down on your clit. You're completely frozen as you come.
As you cool off, I pull my fingers out, you take my hand and lick them off. "I want to do you now." The CD has started over.
I have to think for a second, I don't think I can drive while she's blowing me. She points at an exit to a dirt frontage road. "There, pull over." I pull off the freeway, wondering if you plan to do me in the open, but there is an empty dirt road under the overpass, out of sight. I shut off the car and pull your shorts off. I push you back and lick your pussy clean. "I want your cock, now." I sit up, and pull open my belt and work out my cock. You grab it and start jerking me off, I don't know how long I can go like this. You move your head down and cover the head of my cock with your mouth as you keep jacking it. You lick the head, and swirl around it with your tongue. I grab your hair and push your head up and down. You stop, and reach over me and open my door and push me. I get out, and you pull me around to the front of the truck , slide your shorts down to your knees, and lean over with your hands on the hood.
I may not be brilliant, but I know what that means. I come behind you, grab your hips and push my cock up into your pussy. I am sliding in and out of you, going faster and faster, and I can tell both of us are trying to stay standing. As I can tell I'm about to come, you're yelling, I slow down and start fucking you so hard I'm bumping your ass and lifting your feet up off the ground. When I come, my knees buckle, and I'm holding onto you as you lean against the truck. You turn to look at me, twisting away from my cock. You turn to me, and say, "I think we should save some for Vegas." I just kiss you hard. We pull our pants up and get back in the truck.
We pull into Vegas, and park and check in to the Luxor, I reserved one of the Jacuzzi Suites in the corners of the pyramid. The hot tub is up against the window in white tile. We drop the bags on the bed, and decide to take a shower before we find breakfast. The shower is plenty big for two, and we wash each other off. We throw on summer clothes and go down to the buffet for breakfast. It's a little early for champagne, but hey, we're in Vegas.