I ordered rabbit basted in orange sauce and Deanne ordered parillas, which is a criollo-style grill. It seemed my feeling of disappointment was contagious because Deanne was quiet during dinner as well. When we returned to our room, however, her usual playful mood had returned.
“Oh, it’s so hot in here. I’m just going to have to sleep naked,” she announced.
I had to laugh as Deanne took off all her clothes and jumped into the bed. “You’re going to be very uncomfortable tonight if you sleep in those,” she said, pointing to my briefs. The air conditioner hummed on high as I slipped into bed. I didn’t have to pretend I was hot. Deanne always got me hot.
She didn’t waste any time, either. Before I knew what hit me, she had jumped on my lap and started to nibble on my ear, which never fails to get my dick in an uproar in mere seconds. With just a few licks of her tongue, Deanne had me rock-hard and dripping with pre-come.
My honey was ready to go as well, and in one fluid motion she slipped my cock inside her cunt and began riding me. It was delicious being inside her, feeling her velvety walls as she bopped up and down on my shaft.
I grabbed her asscheeks and helped her move up and down on my cock, ranging my speed from slow to fast. Several times I thought I was going to lose it, but I held out, wanting to savor the feel of Deanne’s breasts brushing over my chest as they bounced up and down, and to luxuriate in the taste of her salty neck as I kissed it.
When Deanne started moaning and twitching, though, I couldn’t hold out any longer and joined her in the kind of sweet climax that only true lovers can know.
Just as I was about to turn out the lights so we could go to sleep, Deanne slipped something on my wrist. I looked down to find a gorgeous Rolex watch. “Esto es para usted,” she said in Spanish. I had to rack my brain to recall that what she said meant: This is for you.
“What is this for?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
“Read the inscription.”
I turned over the watch and read: Will you marry me, James?
—J.O., Cincinnati, Ohio
GIRLFRIEND IS A WINNER WITH RACY LAP DANCE FROM SEXY VEGAS STRIPPER
Sure, I had been to strip clubs with my boyfriend before, and I’d enjoyed staring at all the sexy half-naked women, especially when they were giving lap dances to customers. But I had always been too shy to actually get a lap dance myself. That, however, changed when Sean and I spent a crazy weekend in Las Vegas.
Gambling not really being our thing, we took a cab from our hotel to a gentlemen’s club a little ways off the Strip that a friend of Sean’s had highly recommended. After paying the cover charge, we found two seats at one of the stage tables where a stunning woman was dancing. There were about ten of us sitting around the table, but I was the only woman and I could feel all the men’s eyes on me as I sat down. Their looks of longing, coupled with the fact that the sexy dancer seemed to be paying extra attention to me, all served to turn me on more than I’d thought possible.
The stripper was at least six feet tall in her clear lucite high heels, with long, sleek legs that seemed to go on forever. All she was wearing was a satiny black G-string that barely covered the pink of her pussy. The perfectly round globes of her ass were on complete display as she moved sensually across the tabletop. Her dark hair was long enough to cover her breasts, but when she lay down on her back, propped herself up on her elbows, and tossed back her head, her silky mane swished behind her, revealing a pair of gorgeous, firm mounds capped with rosy red nipples.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and if it weren’t for my boyfriend’s hand gently squeezing my thigh, I’d have forgotten he was there entirely. She got onto her hands and knees and crawled around the table, pausing along the way to let each patron slide a dollar into her G-string. When she got to me she moved in real close and locked her big blue eyes with mine. She smiled and teasingly offered up her hip, pulling the thin string away from her flesh. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen, and when I reached forward to tuck my dollar into her string, I fumbled a bit and it fell to the table.
“Naughty, naughty,” she said as she wagged her finger at me. Then she looked over at Sean and whispered, “You must not take her to strip clubs often enough.” And then she smiled and reached behind her for two dollar bills. She coiled them around two of her slender red-tipped fingers and reached forward, sliding them into my ample cleavage. When her fingers lightly grazed my breasts, a thrill surged through me and a gush of juice escaped my pussy, making me instantly wet.
“That’s the double-dip,” she said, leaning forward to whisper hotly into my ear. Her breath caressed my sensitive skin and I couldn’t believe how aroused she was making me. She giggled and started to push back from me to the center of the table, but not before saying, “There, now you’ve made your first two bucks at a strip club.”
Sean kissed my cheek as I sat awestruck, my gaze fixed on her as she finished her set on the tabletop. She rolled over the glass, her legs flying overhead in a straddle, showcasing her tiny triangle-covered pussy. She would arch her back, her high breasts reaching up like cherry-topped vanilla sundaes. She really looked good enough to eat.
As the song was ending, with my eyes still focused on the dancer, I tilted my head toward Sean and said, “I want her to give me a lap dance.” Faster than I’d ever seen him move, Sean got up and approached the dancer as she descended from the stage, and soon she was walking back to me with him, all six glorious feet of her.
“How about a dance against the wall,” she said. “That way I have more leverage.” I liked the sound of that, and she grabbed my hand, leading me to the back of the club, my overjoyed boyfriend trailing behind us. She introduced herself as Carly and said that she was excited to earn her two dollars back by dancing for me.
I could hardly contain my own excitement as she sat me down in a plush armchair and leaned in close. Her sweet perfume filled my nostrils as her soft body covered mine. “You’re going to enjoy this,” she said. “Women are my specialty.” And as the song started she kissed my neck, her silky hair pooling in my cleavage, tickling my skin.
My pussy was on fire, aching to be touched, and she must have sensed how much because she stood up and pressed her knee between my thighs. I spread my legs wider as she worked her knee into my crotch. My clit was hard and throbbing against her knee and my pussy was swollen with desire. She stood back and turned around, pressing her body up against mine and then gyrating slowly and sensually to the music, her warm skin covering every inch of my body.
I took a quick peek at my boyfriend and saw that his jaw was nearly on the floor and his hand was resting on his own stiffening bulge. I blew him a kiss and then brought my attention back to Carly, placing my hands on her hips. I was amazed at how soft her skin was, and I helped guide her smooth ass between my spread thighs. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes half-closed. She seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was.
She continued to grind her cushiony ass against me, practically riding it against my hot little button. The dampness of my panties made them stick to my slick pussy lips as each thrust of her ass brought me a little closer to my climax. Still wriggling madly, she arched her back and leaned her head against my shoulder. I reached my arms around her, stroking her flat stomach and urging her to grind even harder into me.
The sensual pleasure of another woman’s body against mine was bringing me to the edge of ecstasy. I cried out against her soft shoulder, wishing I could scream. She grabbed my hands and brought them to her breasts. She sighed deeply as I clutched her tits and squeezed my thighs against her. She continued her sexy dance, thrusting against me until she felt me shudder beneath her. The sensation of her beautiful body pressing up against mine sparked a fabulous orgasm that left me shaking in the chair. Carly gradually slid off the chair and turned around to face me. Then she squatted down low and moved her face toward my crotch, breathing in deeply at the very hem of my skirt to smell my oozing honey. “Mmm, I wish I could taste you
,” she said.
As the song ended she leaned in close and kissed me on the neck, thanking me for inspiring her best dance of the night. I sat there speechless, her perfume still lingering in the air. “How do I match that?” Sean asked Carly as he handed her a generous tip.
“I suggest you take your girlfriend home and fuck her right now,” she said. And lucky for me that’s exactly what Sean did, only after I performed a special lap dance for him first, using all the techniques I learned from Carly, of course.
—M.L., St. Paul, Minnesota
WHEN THEIR PLANE IS DELAYED, COLLEGE FRIENDS USE THEIR LAYOVER TO GET LAID
It was somewhere over Colorado that I saw her: Holly, my long-lost college crush. My seat was in the back of the plane, so I noticed everyone walking toward the bathroom.
Suddenly there she was, sashaying down the aisle. Not only did she have a contagious smile, she also sported a perky pair of breasts and an ass that wouldn’t quit. I had always lusted after her from afar, but aside from a few flirtatious comments on her end, nothing had come of it. But here was Holly right before my eyes, wearing a tight black tank top and an even tighter pair of blue jeans, looking as good as ever.
“Holly,” I said, reaching to touch her arm as she passed by.
“Oh, my goodness,” she said, recognizing me instantly. “Lance. It’s been so long.”
Holly took my hand and the sparks between us began to fly as fast as the jet. It was like no time at all had passed, and our flirting quickly took a decidedly risqué turn. Beneath our casual banter, her eyes were sizing me up, and I didn’t need her leg to press against mine to know that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I explained I was visiting some friends in L.A. She was heading home to visit family for a few days. We talked for a bit longer, and then Holly had to get back to her seat. I watched her gorgeous ass swaying as she sauntered off, my cock totally stiff. I had to find a way to make something happen between us.
“Ever get a piece of that?” the guy next to me asked jokingly.
“I wish.” If I only knew that that wish would soon come true.
We arrived in Denver, and I got ready to make my transfer to LAX. I wondered if Holly was doing the same. I waited for her at the gate, and then we walked over to the display screens to see how much of a hike we would have to make to the next gate.
“Delayed,” flashed on the screen next to our flight number. Despite what you might think, it was one of the happiest moments of my life. That one little word meant we’d be stuck in Denver for close to five hours!
“Want to blow out of here for a few hours?” Holly asked with a slight smile. “Maybe go someplace private?” she added with a wicked grin.
“Definitely,” I said, steering her by the elbow. My cock jolted just from that light contact, and I quickly followed her. We grabbed a taxi outside the airport.
“Take us to the closest hotel,” I said.
As soon as we were settled in the backseat, Holly jumped me. There was no coy flirtation, just some major spit swapping. Holly’s mouth tasted sweet and minty, and from the way her tongue tangled with mine, her erotic intentions were perfectly clear. I slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her even closer to me. My fingers caressed the upper curves of her ass. It all felt unreal, yet touching her told me that this encounter was actually happening.
We arrived at a posh hotel in only a few minutes, grabbed our luggage, and raced over to the counter.
“We’d like a room, please,” I said as Holly pressed up against me from behind. It was all I could do not to take her right there in the lobby. The clerk must have sensed the urgency of our request, because he quickly gave us a key and we were off.
On the elevator ride up, I pressed Holly up against the elevator wall, kissing that perfect little mouth some more. I couldn’t wait to get her into the room.
My cock was throbbing before she even grabbed it through my jeans.
“Why, Lance, it looks like someone would like to come out and play.”
And play we did. My clothes were the first to go. Before I could dig into Holly’s shirt, she’d dropped to her knees and had taken the full length of my dick in her mouth. I always knew that girl had pretty lips, but her tongue, now that was something else. She started licking down one side and then up the other, tickling my balls at the same time. The action began to heat up. She was moving so fast, I could feel the saliva sliding down the base of my cock, and I heard sucking sounds escaping from her active mouth. It was all I could do to keep from coming right there and then.
But I wanted more. I removed Holly’s black tank top to find two very generous tits underneath. Holly’s petite, but she has a fabulous rack. As soon as I felt her plump breasts, I could tell they were a hundred percent real. I pushed them together and then just had to taste them. My tongue slid over one of her nipples. It was jutting out as if we were outside in the cold. Some women have pale pink nipples, but not Holly; hers were a dark, rich brown that matched her olive-toned skin. I thought I was in heaven.
Next, it was time to undress her. Beneath her jeans, Holly was wearing a purple G-string, which only accented that perfect ass. I took two handfuls of those delicious asscheeks, pulled that little vixen tight against me, and kissed her deeply. My cock automatically found her pussy, where I could instantly feel the wetness seeping through her panties. I knew what that meant: It was time to fuck.
We backed up toward the bed. I slid off the G-string, then laid her across the mattress. With one finger in her cunt, Holly began to squirm. At three, I rubbed her clit with my thumb and the moaning started. I took my fingers out and Holly’s pussy lips parted to let me in. She had just the right amount of hair, enough to give a little bit of friction but not too much. I held myself above her, sliding the tip of my cock in and out, relishing the moment of entrance by drawing it out as long as I could.
“Just give it to me,” she said. “I want it all.” Hearing her say those words made me have the same desire, and with one deep thrust, I gave it all to her.
Holly raised her hips off the bed to meet my thrusts. I grabbed her ass with one hand, keeping her in a raised position. She leaned forward, taking my small but firm nipple into her mouth. My cock grew even harder inside her. She grew more animated as my nipple responded to her tongue. Before I knew it, she’d flipped us over so I was on my back with Holly riding me like there was no tomorrow. She ground her cunt against my pelvis, and it didn’t take much more before she threw back her head and moaned loudly. I felt every tremor of her orgasm as she shuddered around my dick.
“Oh, Lance. I couldn’t wait any longer. You just felt so good.”
“I loved seeing you come. It’s my turn now, baby. Turn over.”
“Do you want me on all fours?” she purred.
“Oh, yeah. I want to watch that sexy ass of yours.”
Once again, I had Holly on her knees, but this time I was fucking her from behind. She leaned back to kiss me, and that’s when the action came to a head. I placed my hands on either side of her ass and pumped into her pussy, pounding her into the bed. With every thrust, the pressure mounted and I knew that my orgasm was about to overtake me. My body tensed and then I spurted into Holly, giving her everything I had.
I never did ask Holly if she was seeing anyone back home. It wasn’t about getting serious between us, but more about the physical chemistry that we had, even after all those years. I can tell you one thing, though—that was the best layover I’ve ever had.
—L.K., Chicago, Illinois
IT’S PARADISE, INDEED, FOR ONE HOTEL GUEST AND HER FAVORITE BELLHOP IN THE BAHAMAS
To think that I almost missed the opportunity to experience the best vacation and the most intense orgasms of my life.
My friend and travel companion, Jacqueline, and I were so excited about our vacation in the Bahamas, but then she came down with the flu and had to cancel. I was disappointed because I wasn’t about to go alone. Jackie, however, convinced me to get on that pla
ne to Paradise Island. I did need a vacation, so I boarded the plane the next morning, nervous about spending an entire week away by myself.
The flight was only two and a half hours long and I was at the hotel by ten. I checked in at the desk and waited for the bellhop to come and take my bags to my room. “Right this way,” I heard a voice say behind me. The distinctive Boston accent surprised me. As I stood behind the bellhop in the elevator, I couldn’t help but notice how his uniform pants hugged his bottom. He was ten years younger than me. I am thirty-four but I look young for my age.
He opened the door to my suite, which was much bigger than I needed since I was alone. I kicked off my sandals and went straight to the sliding glass doors and stepped out onto the terrace, letting the warm breeze flow through my brown hair. The view was great! The water was right below me, and I felt as if I could jump from my eighth-story room and land right in the blue heaven below.
Looking down the beach, I could see two lovers holding hands as they walked along the white sand. Suddenly I felt lonely. My sexy bellhop cleared his throat. I had forgotten all about him and he was waiting for his tip. Taking the money, he thanked me politely and walked out the door, my eyes following his tight butt the whole way.
I decided to head straight to the straw market I had heard so much about and save the beach for another day. Shopping always puts me in a good mood, and after purchasing a great big straw hat, I made a resolution to enjoy this trip to the fullest. Really getting into the spirit of things, I bought a sarong dress that showed off a little more of me than I usually allow strangers to see.
When I returned to the hotel I made myself a drink from the minibar and relaxed in the lounge chair on the terrace, watching the calm waves ripple against the shore. When my stomach reminded me that it was almost dinnertime, I headed for the shower to get ready. I decided to wear the sarong I had bought earlier. It flattered my figure and showed off my long legs and firm thighs. I put on a pair of high-heeled sandals and even put a red flower in my hair.
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