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Vegas Pt 1
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Vegas Pt 1 VEGAS Pt. 1 A lover is in Vegas right now and I'm reminded… Many years ago I was as well. A wedding. My good friend was getting hitched. Terrifically hot temps. That's how I like it. Burning heat into your bones. Rivulets of sweat across skin. Meeting up with my friends and date from the airport then walking the strip, into the bright neon and the press of excited throngs. Pheromones from long glistening legs and buff bodies punctuating the hot night air. Walking through the cacophony of noises, the dinging of machines, the shuffle of cards and spilling of coins we head towards the box office of an all nude review, picking up cocktails along the way from buxom vixens in silks. We settle in a few rows from the stage and suffer through a Rodney Dangerfield wanna-be comedian. Finally the main act. Five incredibly hot dancers in red fishnet body suits, bejeweled bras, g-strings and stilettos. Along with a top hat clad Emcee. After a few rousing numbers with the dancers showing their incredible physiques with fantastic dance moves, they came down into the rows to pull men up on stage by asking them to dance. It was perfect when an incredibly lithe dancer with a body like a brick house came to grab the groom to be and pull him up. He declined, turned, and pointing a finger, says “ he can dance”. At me. That fucker!!! And my date pushed me up saying “he can dance”. This beautiful rock hard dancer hooks her arm in mine and says “let’s go”. So off we went. She was wet from dancing several numbers, breathing hard, her aroma filled my senses. Up the stairs we went and she slid me onto her platform. Once on stage, the bright lights were blinding, I was a bit grateful as stage fright was settling in. That quickly dissipated as she came in close, moving my hands close to my thighs, told me I should keep them close so she wouldn't step on them with her heels. Heat radiating from her still. Fuck she was hot. The next number began, and holy hell…I've always loved dancers, but until you are up close and personal with a dancer mid routine you'll never truly realize the athleticism that goes along with it. At least I didn't. The force with which they move…my imagination was having a tough time competing with the vision that was dancing circles around me. I'm glad she warned me about my hands, because as she jumped up on the platform, her stilettos landed just beyond my hands with a sharp crack. I knew I wanted to keep them intact, but had no idea what would happen next. Gyrating her ass to the audience, pressing her jeweled<b> g-string </font></b>in my face, she slid her wet torso along my nose and lips up to her swaying breasts, grazed her lips on mine. Smiling devilishly with her eyes, she took my hands and slapped them hard on her wet ass and held them tight as she gyrated her pussy into my face. I grabbed her checks and she ground her jeweled bottoms into me deeper, so I pulled one with my lips, imagining for a moment that it was her swollen clit. My god, I can still smell her. She pulled back and her jewel popped out with a snap. My favorite souvenir from Sin City. Her shadow moving around me the audience cheered all the dancers for reasons I couldn't see, but could feel as steps were definable by the sounds and shaking of the platform. Then her top landed across my shoulders and around my neck. Heavy with jewels and sweat. Intoxicating. Then I could feel her hard nipples across my back. At least that's what I imagined was cutting across me. When she moved in front of me and blocked the blinding stage lights, all doubts were removed. A beautiful sight of tanned flesh wrapped in red fishnets with her nipples straining against the netting. Wow. At the end of the show we were all escorted off the stage somewhat dazed. What an experience. Walking back to my seat I gave my friend a Cheshire grin, held the jewel in my teeth, saying he shouldn't have passed that up. A great night of cards and drinking ensued. Somewhere along the way between casinos, my friend’s twin sisters arrived on a red eye from the hinter lands looking great in black. In the wee hours my date and I took a slow walk down the halls and up the elevator, stealing bits of lips and skin as we went… ~~~~~~~~~ The lover you'll never not wish you didn't have - or did... I forget.... what was your name again.... look...a squirrel |
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