Operation: Stripped & Stranded

by E Kay Sims

  I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back on the bed as she released my throbbing cock. My hands slid down her body to her waist and into the top of her skirt. I worked it down as she caressed my shoulders. She helped me remove her leggings to reveal a lacy black thong, and that’s when I noticed the scars on her hip and knee. She scooted back on the bed trying to hide as she slipped under the comforter. But I was having none of it. I snatched the comforter from her and threw it to the floor.

  “Uh uh,” I said, shaking my head, “I want to see all of you.”

  I walked on my knees toward her and reached my hands to her thong as she laid back among the thick pillows. In one swift motion, I tore the thin lace off, leaving her naked before me. She yelped in surprise, her legs trembled either with arousal or fear, I wasn’t quite sure. I knelt before her and kissed the scars on her hip.

  “You are fucking gorgeous,” I breathed against her warm skin as I trailed kisses over the rigid scars on her hip. It was obvious she’d had some kind of surgery and obviously, she was self-conscious of the scars that marred her otherwise perfect body. I explored her with my hands, mouth, and tongue, enjoying the taste of her and the scent of her arousal until finally, I covered her naked body with mine. I dropped to my elbows, framing either side of her head and my legs parted her thighs. My cock rested heavily against her inner thigh, hot and pulsing with desire. I gazed into her eyes then dropped a kiss on her forehead before I reached for the condom. Her entire body had begun to tremble.

  I opened the package and rolled the condom on then settled back between her thighs, balancing on my elbows again. “I’m going to fuck you now, EZee.” My voice rumbled from my chest and then I took her mouth with my own when she nodded.

  EVERETT

  Eric was massive. And I mean everywhere. My body shook beneath him as he kissed me, his tongue invaded and retreated matching the movement of his hips against mine in a rhythm all their own. My legs had come up and wrapped around his narrow waist, pulling and urging him closer. I was so ready for him, he’d made sure of that, the thick head of his erection pulsed against my entrance. I admit I was a bit terrified when he’d removed his pants, and I could see the outline of his huge throbbing erection in his underwear. When I’d finally wrapped my hand around his hot, pulsing girth, I’d almost backed out. I hadn’t been with anyone except my ex, and that had been a very long time ago, but even I knew enough to realize that Eric’s size was extraordinary.

  And then when he’d removed my skirt and leggings, I was terrified he’d find my scars repulsive, but he alleviated my fears when he’d snatched the comforter from me and kissed the ugly raised scars from my hip replacement surgery. His lips ignited my passion as his hands roamed over my body possessively. My brain had turned to mush after that.

  A moan of pleasure escaped my mouth as he reached between us and rubbed the head of his dick up and down through my wetness and then pressed the tip tight against me. When he’d said he was going to fuck me, all I could do was nod. I’d never had a man speak to me that way. I’d never allowed any other man to speak to me like that, including my ex. There was something so erotic about the way he’d growled the words.

  When his mouth took mine, and I kissed him fiercely. My hands moved over the solid rippling muscles of his shoulders and arms as he braced himself. Then without warning, in one fluid, searing movement, he entered me as far as my body would allow. The pleasure and pain were exquisite as my body adjusted to accommodate his massive girth. I thanked God he didn’t move right away, but instead, held himself still, his eyes closed, and his jaw clenched tightly. Every muscle was tense and he looked as if he were about to lose it. And then he’d resumed kissing me, slowly, languidly, as if he had all the time in the world. When he felt my body finally relax, he pulled out inch-by-inch clear to the tip and then slowly entered me again, inch by slow delicious inch until he filled me completely. I couldn’t help myself. My orgasm hit me with the force of a hurricane as I cried out. My back arched, my hips bucked against him. He pulled out and then slammed into me, in and out, in and out, over and over, riding out the waves that rolled through me as my sex clenched and pulsed around him.

  He kept going, pushing me over the edge until the pleasure was to the point of unbearable, right into another mind-blowing orgasm. I screamed out his name and bit his shoulder as he finally roared with the liquid heat of his release and collapsed on top of me, his mouth clamped to the side of my neck as he groaned in pleasure.

  “Holy fucking hell,” he panted in my ear a few minutes later. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

  I ran my fingers through his damp hair. “Me neither.”

  He lifted his head to gaze intently into my eyes. “You wanna do it again?” A playful grin spread across his face, sending fresh sparks straight to my core. I felt him still deep inside me, already hardening as my pussy began to ache for more. The next instant I found myself on top of him as he reached for his wallet. “I’ve got one left, so we better make it last this time.”

  I giggled in anticipation as he tore open the foil packet.

  GIL

  I

  found my way from the fountains to the Lily Bar and Lounge inside The Bellagio. It had a classy, warm atmosphere, decorated with golds and rich browns and oranges. The lighting was low and intimate, and the cool air soothed my sweaty skin as the air conditioning enveloped me.

  I made my way across to the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. The place was crowded, making me feel self-conscious. I moved down the bar and slid onto a stool. Staring into my drink, I thought about the woman at the fountain. I wondered who she was, but doubted that I’d ever see her again. Eric and I were only in town for a few days, and besides that, Vegas was a big place. I had no name and no leads whatsoever. I would never find her, even if I tried.

  But I wanted to.

  I chanced a glance around at the patrons. Blond. Great tits. Petite. That pretty much described half of Las Vegas. Yeah… nope. Not a chance. Best I forget about her. I swallowed some of my scotch and swirled it around in the glass. Eric’s comment about missing my chance flipped through my mind again. He was right. I was wasting what was supposed to be a fun vacation. I needed to force myself out of my shell. But how the hell would I do that?

  I rose from my seat and moved to the middle of the room. I looked around. I tried to calm my nerves. I honestly didn’t know what to do, how to approach people. Why would anyone—especially a woman—find me interesting? Wouldn’t a complete stranger walking up to them and chatting them up seem kind of creepy? With a sigh, I buried my free hand into my pocket and took another sip of my drink. Social awkwardness was a bitch.

  My attention was drawn to a group of four ladies as they giggled their way into the bar. They were all boisterous, and they were all pretty. Then again, there weren’t many women I found ugly. They were always so self-conscious about any extra kilos, or not having the perfect smile or the perfect hair. I just saw them. Women, in general, were beautiful.

  Not as beautiful as her.

  I shook that thought out of my head. I may as well give up on her. I didn’t even know who Fountain Girl was. I could get to know any of these women. All I had to do was walk over there and say g’day. I willed my feet to move, but they wouldn’t budge. What the fuck would I even say?

  One of them glanced my way, and the smile that played across her pink lips told me everything I needed to know. She excused herself from the gaggle and approached me. “Hi. Are you okay?”

  “Oh. Uh… yeah, I’m great,” I said, snapping myself out of my reverie.

  “Are you sure? You look a little lost, that’s all.” She tucked her hands behind her back and pushed her chest out. Her small breasts strained against her dark blue, silk dress.

  “Yeah, sorta. It’s my first time in Vegas. I feel like a fish out of water.” I shrugged.

  “Oh, you poor thing. Why don’t you come and hang with us?”

  “I don�
�t want to intrude on girls’ night.” What was I saying? I wanted to intrude, all right. But I always did this, acted like I didn’t want what I wanted simply because I was afraid of burdening other people. I was always afraid.

  The woman shook her head and her brunette locks swished about her shoulders. “You’re not intruding. My sister, Emmy, just divorced her asshole of a husband, so we’re out celebrating. You should totally join us…” she trailed off as she held her hand out to me.

  I gently took it in mine and shook it. “Gil.”

  One corner of her mouth turned upward suggestively. “Gabrielle. Two G’s. I guess we were supposed to meet, Gil.”

  “Right,” I said politely.

  She didn’t let go of my hand as she led me to her group. “Girls, this is Gil. He’s new to Vegas and kind of lost, so I thought he could hang out with us.”

  “Wow, you don’t waste any time, Elle,” a woman with a coffee-coloured complexion said.

  Gabrielle indicated each woman in turn. “Vanessa, my sister Emmy, and Kelly.” She ended on a redhead.

  “G’day, ladies. It’s nice to meet you all.” I sent them a shy smile and a small wave.

  “Ooh, he’s an Aussie!” Kelly and Vanessa cooed.

  Emmy leaned forward as Gabrielle pulled me down onto the couch beside her. “Welcome to my divorce party, Gil. It’s going to be a blast! I’m glad to have you onboard.”

  I flashed her my dubious, narrow-eyed expression. “You seem awfully happy about this divorce.”

  “I am. My husband was a jerk. It took me a long time to build up the courage to leave his narcissistic ass, and to have it finalised is an incredible feeling,” Emmy said. She smoothed down her brunette hair that was identical to Gabrielle’s.

  “Narcissistic?” I queried.

  “I gave up everything to be with him. He was allowed to pursue his dreams of becoming a corporate clown, but I had to give up my singing.”

  “She was in a band and everything. They were well on their way to becoming something before him,” Kelly informed me.

  “I was too stupid in love to see what was happening. But I finally saw the light.”

  I raised my glass to her. “Good for you, Emmy.”

  She clinked her martini glass against my scotch glass and preened. “Thank you.”

  “What brings you to Vegas, Gil?” Vanessa asked.

  I suddenly felt self-conscious again. This was Emmy’s night. I didn’t want to steal her thunder. But with four pairs of expectant eyes on me, I couldn’t just ignore the question. “My birthday,” I mumbled.

  “It’s your birthday?” they all cooed in unison.

  “We need to celebrate!” Gabrielle exclaimed.

  “No, no. It’s tomorrow,” I corrected them. “Besides, tonight is about Emmy.”

  “Wow. There really are still good guys out there,” Emmy said dreamily.

  Gabrielle grabbed my left hand and splayed it out on top of her own. She stroked her fingertips over my knuckles and I sent her a questioning look.

  Her fingers settled on my ring finger. “Just checking.”

  “Gil, I’ve decided that I am more than happy to share my celebration with yours,” Emmy said.

  I lowered my gaze. “You don’t have to do that.”

  “No, but I want to. You’re a nice guy, and I would be honored to celebrate your birthday.”

  “I’d be honoured to celebrate your divorce.”

  We smiled at each other.

  Kelly got to her feet. “Let’s blow this joint. We need to find a cool nightclub where we can dance and everything. You up for dancing, Gil?”

  “Sure,” I said with a nod. I drained my drink and got to my feet.

  “Where are you staying?” Vanessa asked.

  “The Palazzo,” I said.

  “That’s perfect! Tao Nightclub, here we come!” Emmy shouted.

  “Woohoo!”

  I laughed at the ladies as the two sisters linked their arms around mine and we followed Kelly and Vanessa out of the bar. Tonight might be a bit of fun after all. I followed the group down the strip.

  Gabrielle huddled awfully close to me as we waited in the line at the entrance to the club. “You’re going to have the best pre-birthday party ever, Gil. You leave it to me.”

  I gulped at the way she looked at me. We walked into the club and I took in the the crazy atmosphere. Jeez, this place was crazy with the gyrating mass of bodies, the psychedelic party lights and patterns on the ceiling accompanied by beats so loud, I could feel the vibrations in my chest.

  “I’ll get us some drinks!” Vanessa yelled.

  “Buddy up!” Emmy ordered, and Kelly went with her friend. She and Gabrielle slipped their arms around me. I felt their hands wandering all over my body as they pressed against either side of me. “Lucky you, you’re stuck with the sisters. This could go anywhere.”

  I felt myself stiffen in my pants slightly. I cursed at my body for being an easy prick. I would much rather find Fountain Girl than sleep with these two. If only my dick would get the message.

  Kelly and Vanessa returned with the drinks.

  “Thanks,” I said as I took the shot from them.

  They sent one another a sneaky grin. It was the type of grin you shouldn’t trust, but I ignored the warning my brain gave me and tossed the drink back. It hit me like a freight train. Fuck, that wasn’t right. I wasn’t a lightweight. Then it dawned on me… they’d slipped me a party drug.

  As she took in my worried expression, Vanessa leaned towards me and yanked on my shirt. “Relax, gorgeous Gil. You needed something to loosen you up. Enjoy the party!”

  The other girls giggled and I began to giggle with them.

  “That’s more like it!” Kelly laughed as she and Vanessa began to gyrate against one another.

  The room started to go all twisty. With another laugh, I grabbed Gabby’s arse and danced with my crotch hard against her. Her sister pressed against my back and matched my movements.

  “That’s more like it!” She yelled in my ear.

  I pulled my shirt over my head and waved it in the air with a whoop. I felt a tongue lash my chest and I imagined it was Fountain Girl.

  “You’re a hell of a lot of fun, Gil!” Gabrielle told me.

  Fuck yes, I was, and I was having more fun than I’d ever had in my life. “Thanks for bringing me, girls!”

  “Happy birthday!” they chorused.

  The elevator door opened on the level the room was on and I stumbled out of the carriage. I steadied myself with my hand against the wall and glanced down at my naked torso covered in lipstick and glitter, and fuck knew what else.

  I frowned. How and when did I lose my shirt?

  Upon further investigation, I discovered it tucked into the back of my jeans. With a laugh, I made my way to the room… I think. “Fuck,” I mumbled. Which one was it?

  I stood in the middle of the hallway and looked around at the identical doors. I heard footsteps behind me, and the familiar voice of my best mate met my ears.

  “Looks like you had one helluva night, my friend.” Eric swaggered toward me from the opposite end of the hall.

  “Where’s our room?” I mumbled as my stomach began to swirl.

  “It’s right in front of you. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah.” I tried to straighten up and look all tough, but I could feel the bile rise in my throat. “Open the fucking door!”

  “Oh, shit!” He pulled his swipe key out of his pocket and opened the door.

  I shoved past him and raced to the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet before I was hurling the contents of the night into the bowl. It wasn’t quick, which made it worse. Once I was sure I was done, I crawled over to the sink, hauled myself up, and rinsed my mouth with water and mouthwash. “Fuck alcohol,” I grumbled. And whatever else I had, I added silently.

  “No breakfast for you, I guess.” Eric stood in the doorframe smirking at me. “C’mon, let’s get you off to bed. Happy birthday, by the way.
”

  I grumbled again. I tumbled onto the bed and glanced down at my lipstick-covered chest. “What the hell did they write?”

  “Can’t hold his liquor.” Eric chuckled. “You should come with a warning label.”

  I squinted down at my chest. “It does not say that.”

  “No, but there are a couple of phone numbers.” He laughed. “Too smeared now to make them out though.”

  I flopped my head back on the pillow. “They don’t matter. I need to find her,” I mumbled as I rolled over.

  “Find who? Don’t tell me, your fairy godmother?” He laughed.

  “The real blonde.”

  “I don’t think there’s any such thing, is there? At least not in this town.”

  I wanted to tell him he was wrong. There was a real blond, and she was beautiful. But my mouth couldn’t form any coherent words as sleep took hold of me. I still tried, regardless. “No, um, s-she’s real, I tell you.”

  “Okay buddy, you get some rest now, and I’ll come check on you in a few.” Eric pulled the comforter over me.

  I didn’t hear anything else he said. I was dead to the world.

  ERIC

  P

  oor Gil. He never could hold his liquor very well. I hoped he’d be better by this afternoon so he’d be ready to celebrate his birthday. I had something special planned for him. But I needed to get ready for my yoga workshop later this morning first. After last night with EZee, I was more determined than ever to get my shit together. I’d fallen asleep in her bed and the nightmares returned.

  I’d been thrashing around and just barely missed hitting her while she’d slept. Thank God, she’d been so exhausted that she slept through it. Last night had been incredible. I’d never met a woman like her before and I wanted to get to know her better, but I couldn’t see how that was even possible since Gil and I would only be here a few days and I had to report back to base at the end of the month.