I just couldn't believe it. After months of time spent planning the perfect trip to Las Vegas to celebrate my 21st birthday, it appeared that everything was falling apart.
It was all set, I was going to meet my college buddy Steve, who was flying in from New York from his new job, and we were going to spend the week living it up on the Las Vegas casino and dance floors, making sure that I had a memorable birthday.
But you know what they say about the grandest of plans..these ones were quickly getting tanked, and I was just about ready to take it out on somebody.
To begin, my flight from Florida had been delayed, and after finally landing in Las Vegas, I arrived at my "luxurious" hotel (one of those fancy ones on the strip). When I tried to check-in, I found out that my room had been given away because the online reservation website had apparently mixed up my order.
To make matters worse, my friend Steve was becoming extremely difficult to reach, and when I finally did reach him on his cell phone, he managed to let me know that there was an emergency in his family and that he had to cancel the trip. He mentioned that he had tried reaching me, but apparently because I had been in the air, I was unable to take his call.
So there I was, clutching my bags and getting extremely angry. The management at this particular hotel did not like hearing my opinions on the matter, and while I felt bad taking it out on these people who probably didn't know any more about this website than I did, I still tried to let them know that I had nowhere to sleep, and I knew nobody in town.
Almost immediately, a hand came on my shoulder and I felt an almost familiar female voice say "I can help you with that Jake."
I spun around as fast as I could, and found myself facing a slender, tall brunette who easily looked like she fit in with the locales. She had medium length brown hair, a black-sleeveless blouse that seemed to be missing just enough buttons to demonstrate some ample cleavage, and a short black mini- skirt that even despite its lack of moderation, still seemed to be committing some sort of crime by covering up her gorgeous tan legs. And it wasn't just her clothes that sealed the package, but rather a full set of lipstick adorned-red lips, and a set of slightly aged beautiful eyes, that in spite of being the only thing that would give away the fact that this woman was older, was conveniently covered ever-so-seductively by a pair of well-worn sunglasses.
I was floored at this beautiful woman, and too shocked to speak, I just stared at her for a few seconds.
"What, do you not recognize me?" she almost-purred, and as I took a quicker look, I realized that not only knew this woman, but that she lived around the block from me. This lady was Maria Santiago, the mother of my childhood friend Tommy.
The Santiagos had moved into the neighborhood around the time I hit puberty, and though Tommy was a good friend growing up, I strongly believe that his mother was Cuba's finest export. A woman of good distinction, she had Tommy when she turned 18 with a husband that she didn't care for too much. I had heard the two quickly divorced after Tommy was born, and it wasn't long after the Santiagos moved in that Maria had gotten remarried to another man. But though she should have been happy playing the normal housewife, the way she carried herself had seemingly indicated that either she wasn't satisfied or that she enjoyed getting male attention. Or possibly both.
With a woman like Maria around, she unintentionally made puberty almost near impossible without the necessity of many, many visits to the bathroom to relieve my aching, throbbing member. Very much the definition of a curvacious woman, her best features were the fact that she had T, A and killer legs to boot. I had practically fallen in lust with her the moment she came back from one of her various business meetings in a skirt and stockings, and after that moment, she never failed to deliver. Various outfits of hers lined up my puberty fantasties, and though I never got to see her in anything sexier than a one-piece bikini or a simple bath robe, it was still enough to fuel my lustful desires years after these events occurred. My curiousity had eventually gotten the best of me, and I discovered that she was a 36D by opening her bra drawer.
Maria was very much a woman ample on both ends: she had the nicest ass I have ever seen on a woman, and though I never got the pleasure of seeing her in a thong, I imagine it would be the stuff of dreams. But neither her ass or her legs are her best feature, as has seemingly always known as her best features are well...front and center. Never needing too much support, her almost lottery-winner quality gene pool also blessed her with a very ample bosom, and though she dressed mostly moderate around her only child and the few friends his own age that he had over, her business attire crossed over from the conservative arena many times.
