It was the spring of my senior year and my ‘give-a-damn’ was definitely broken. I had maybe 6 weeks left of classes before graduation and was enjoying the bittersweet stretch before all my friends were fixing to scatter to different parts of the country to start their lives. We went out four nights or five nights a week, only went to the classes we needed to for graduation, took frequent trips to the beach.
I was in a few student organizations that dealt with food supply and processes. One day, I receive a phone call from a professor of mine that she had a group of students she was taking to a convention in Las Vegas. It was basically a collection of national grocery store chains and end users of processed foods. Anyways, there was a student who had to back out at the last minute, and her hotel room and flight were already paid for. They were leaving the next week, and she wanted to know if I wanted to go as a replacement.
I hardly had any money to gamble with, but she said the university was giving everyone a $250 per diem for food during the trip, so I agreed and figured I could live off fast food for the weekend and just use that money to see if I could go on a little hot streak. That night was my roommate’s birthday, and we had spent the entire evening out. My professor was going to pick me up on the way to the airport at 6AM the next morning, and it was 3AM when we got home. Rather than risk sleeping through my alarm, I got home from the bar, took a shower, grabbed my bag and set up a lawn chair in my driveway to sleep in for the three hours until my ride arrived.
I nearly didn’t make it through airport security, and if it hadn’t been for my professor covering my ass, I probably would have had to “sleep it off” in a holding cell somewhere. The only thing I remember her saying as we sat down on the plane was “You are really a fucking dumbass. You know that right?”
We arrived in Vegas and immediately, I checked into my room and skipped the first leg of the convention to sleep it off. By the time I woke, I head down to meet the rest of the students as they walk around the trade room floor.
I find everyone huddled around the booth for a large national grocer chain, listening to the reps there talking about corporate structure, blah blah blah. Standing toward the back of the group, I was inadvertently leaning on a table that belonged to the next vendor.
“I didn’t think anyone would stop by and talk to us today,” I hear a voice from behind me say.
Turning around I see I am standing in front of a woman wearing a form fitting blue button up emblazoned with a logo for an organic advocacy group holding her hand out to shake mine. “My name is Amanda (not her real name, obviously), it’s nice to meet you,” she said.
She was mid-forties, brunette, probably 5’6” with a pretty face. The brown eyes behind her glasses had a few wrinkles forming at the crease and her body looked as if she made quite the effort to stay in shape. After spending twenty or so minutes together, the harmless small talk had transitioned into effortless flirting. She was laughing at every stupid word that came out of my mouth and I was putting on quite the show, knowing I was only here for a few nights and would likely never see this woman again. Something about her was captivating to me. It felt like she was pushing for me to flirt with her each time her hand reached out to touch my arm.
“If you’re looking to move to the Southeast after you graduate, we’re always looking to help place people with one of our partners,” she said as I shook her hand. “We’re going to the dueling piano bar at the casino next door tonight. Stop by, I’ll buy you a drink.”
There was something about the way her hand caressed mine as I pulled my hand back that sent tingles down my spine. Just then, my professor and the other students finally noticed I was on the trade show floor and they moved around me. Seamlessly, Amanda slipped her professional hat back on and went directly into a description of her organization and the work they do. Her eyes, fixing on me throughout the entire presentation.
Walking away, I take a look down at her business card and see that she had taken a pen and underlined her cell phone number. I spent the rest of the day with the other students, walking the show and listening to the speakers. That night after dinner, we all go our separate ways and I go out with some of the guys from the group that I got along with. I kept suggesting we move over the piano bar, not telling them much more about the woman or our interactions. As the night moved on, we did not end up making it, and I had nearly convinced myself that I was just reading too far into things and that the tension between us was all in my head.
The next morning after breakfast, we head back into the show. I make a straight line for her booth, hoping to casually walk by and see if she would say something.
“I had a drink sweating bullets onto the table for nearly two hours last night waiting for you,” she said before I even saw her.
“Really? I’m sorry. I figured you were just trying to be friendly. Offering to buy me a drink and talk about job placement” I lied back to her, fighting the urge to mash my palm into my forehead for telling myself it was all in my head.
“Oh, I mean, we *could* talk about that if you want to?” she said smiling at me. “Or we could talk about something else.”
My face beamed red and felt hot. Her confidence was intoxicating, making my knees feel weak as I stood in front of her.
She pulled her phone from her front pocket. “I tell you what, how about you give me your number, and I will text you where I am tonight. I’ve got meetings throughout the day today, so I won’t be on the trade floor until the show has ended.”
I give her my number and she disappears through the entrance to the trade show floor. My mind was running wild all day long, making the minutes seem like hours as I walked around with the other students. When the evening finally came, I told the couple of guys I was with that I was probably going to just hang around the hotel and gamble a bit with the little money I had. I posted up at a cheap blackjack table and was actually able to sustain myself on a hundred dollars until around 9 that night. When I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket, I nearly dumped my drink in excitement.
{Hey, it’s Amanda, I’m at the Bellagio, where are you tonight?}
{Currently on my way to the Bellagio} I reply, finishing my beer and gathering the 80 dollars in chips I had left.
I find her sitting in a large group of people, some I recognize from the booths at the trade show, mainly because they didn’t bother to change out of their work clothes or even take their name badges off. Amanda, however, did change. Her hair was flowing across both shoulders, no longer bound behind her head. She wasn’t wearing glasses and had put on a less than modest white blouse tucked into a dark grey pencil skirt. Upon seeing me, she stood up and reached out to give me a hug as if we were old friends. “Everyone, this is Adam,” she said, turning to the group and introducing me. “He’s a senior, graduating in a few weeks and he said he’s thinking about going into the organic produce industry.” She turned back to me, winking at me, keeping it hidden from the rest of the group.
After making small talk with the rest of the group, we sat there for about an hour as people started heading off. The show had ended that day and most people were leaving the next morning, myself included. By the time midnight had rolled around, it was just me and her sitting in a corner booth. She was drinking chardonnay and kept ordering me whiskey on the rocks. The conversation had been all over the board that night. We talked about school, her work, our personal lives, funny stories from college. She was almost twenty years older than I was, so each of my stories was usually met with the obligatory “Oh god, I remember those days.”
She scooted closer to me and her hand moved up behind me and she started twirling her fingers through the hair on the back of my neck. Each lock of our eyes got longer and longer as ‘Vegas’ took a hold of both of us. The bar was mostly empty being a week night and after the waiter had brought us what would be our last drink for the night, she leaned in close and whispered, “You know, my husband hasn’t fucked me in almost a year.” Her breathe was warm in my ear as her tongue reached out and traced a line from my earlobe moving up. My face turned into kiss her and after a momentary graze across her lips, she pulled back with a devious grin. “Why don’t we go gamble a little bit?”
Taken back by this, I manage to push the erection brewing in my loins to the side, making it less obvious to anyone looking at me and we move down to the casino floor. Feeling a blend of nervousness and excitement I take her hand and we sit down at a blackjack table. I put down the four crumpled up twenties I had left of cash and get five-dollar chips. Being liquored up and overconfident, I throw half of my money down in one hand and lose. Laughing at me, she pulls a few bills out of her wallet.
“I can’t spend your money,” I say turning back to go for the grand double or nothing shot with my last forty, only to end up with nothing.
“Do you honestly think this job pays that well? Consider this my husband’s money. I want you to have it,” she says, throwing a hundred-dollar bill on the table for chips and moving her hand up my leg, fluttering her fingers around my growing bulge. We spent maybe fifteen minutes, winning a couple hands and losing a couple until we were actually up fifty bucks. She was all over me, sitting on my lap, rubbing against me, kissing my neck all while egging me on to keep betting her husbands money. “You get to keep anything you win, so you might as well bet it all,” she whispered after a few hands went our way.
This continued for nearly an hour as we moved from table to table. Her persistent whispering dirty things into my ears and rubbing against me had started to make small beads of sweat appear on my forehead as we cashed out from a particularly good dealer. We had turned her husbands hundred dollars into nearly two hundred and fifty. The dealer counted out the cash and I handed it to her. “That’s yours, I promise I won’t tell my husband if you don’t,” she joked as she took my hand and we walked across the casino floor. Walking directly up to a roulette table, the swelling in my pants had almost started to feel sore from the last couple hours of her teasing me through the fabric. She reached into my front pocket and grabbed the money, rubbing her hands against me for a few moments before bringing her hand out. “All or nothing?” she purred, putting the cash in my hand and biting her lower lip.
I put the money on the table and place all the chips I was handed on red. Sitting in the chair, she leaned her tits into me bringing her hands up to the back of my head and pulling me in for a kiss. The moment we heard the ball start rolling, she pulled away and locked her gaze on my eyes. “If this hits, I’m taking you up to my room to fuck your brains out,” she whispered into my lips.
… The anticipation builds as the ball starts to sputter on the wheel…
I can still hear the worlds of the dealer echoing in my head to this day.
“31 Black!”
In utter disbelief, my head swivels from the table back to hers as the dealer pulls away our chips.
She smiled, seeing my legit disappointment in the outcome and thinking for a second that it meant we wouldn’t be going upstairs.
I move to open my mouth and say something when her finger raises and presses into my lips. “Looks red to me,” she said moving the hand from my lips to my hand and pulling me off the chair and toward the elevators. The hotel was quiet for being only two in the morning and we were alone on the elevator. The moment the doors closed, she pushed me against the back wall and her hands immediately went for my belt. Pulling apart my pants, she put a hand to her mouth, licking from her palm to her fingertips, coating her hand with saliva and then reaching it down, grasping firmly at the base of my cock. “Im impressed,” she said as she started to stroke up and down the shaft. “I figured you would have filled your briefs after being fucking hard for so long.”
The elevator let out a ding as the doors open. I move to refasten my pants, but her hand stays firmly gripped down on my member. Her body turns to walk into the hallway, her arm reaching back as if she was holding someone’s hand to lead them. I was absolutely terrified someone would walk out as she led me down the hallway by the dick, but at the same time, it was exhilarating. We reach the door to her room, and she shoves her purse into my hands. Intent on not breaking her grip from me, she used her free hand to dig for her key card as I held the bag open. Once inside, the moment the door clicked behind us she was on her knees in front of me, pressing my back into the door. The moment her soft lips touched the tip of my cock, I felt a wave of heat rush over me. Id been building anticipation for nearly two hours and felt like the softest subtle breeze could send me into eruption. Clenching down on my teeth, my hands went to her head, to pull her back.
“I… I don’t think… if you keep doing that im gunna…” I managed to stutter as she brushes my hands away.
Her hand still wrapped around the base, grip tightening she looked up at me and grinned. Her head moved lower and her tongue started to whorl around my sack before gently placing light kisses all over. Moving her lips slowly back, drawing a line starting at the bottom of my balls and stretching all the way to the tip, she whispered, “Then fucking do it. Blow your fucking load in my mouth. I know you want to.” Immediately she wrapped her lips around me, creating enough suction to almost pull my hips towards her. A few bobs of her head back and forth and I let out a loud groan as my body tenses up. Hearing my reaction, she moves her head back and forth at an increasing speed, popping her tongue out and pointing it to a tip as it moved back and forth across the bottom side of my shaft.
I couldn’t hold back any longer and felt myself empty into her warm mouth. The first shot felt forceful as even she jolted a bit as it hit the back of her throat. Her tongue moved back behind her lips and she formed a tight barrier, not letting a single drop spill out. My hand moves to the coat rack to my immediate left, holding on for balance as my eyes start to blur. “Mmmmmmmmm,” she groaned, lips still tightly wrapped around me as her head started to slow down after the last few drops of me filled her mouth.
“Oh my *fucking* god that was incredible,” I manage to say as her lips part from me.
She moved a hand to wipe her chin off and smiled back at me. “Now that we got that out of your system, go lay on the bed,” she said, almost sternly.
I laid down on the bed and started to remove my clothes, tossing them into a pile in the corner. She moved to the minibar and grabbed a bottle of water. Cracking the seal, she took a sip and tossed it to me. “Drink up,” she said. “When I come back out, you’re going to remind me of everything I’ve been missing out on with my husband. You’re going to make me forget he even exists.”
She turns into the bathroom and I hear the water from the shower turn on. After a few minutes, I drink down the water and find myself just laying in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, almost in disbelief of what is happening around me. The swelling in my loins won’t seem to subside and hearing the water from the bathroom, my mind races as to what she looks like in there, completely naked covered in soap and water. I think to myself, if I’m ever going to get a chance to live out a fantasy, I might as well go as overboard as possible, so I stand up and walk to the door, turning the handle. Initially, her back was to me and I could see her, plain as day in the tile shower encased in clear glass. I had startled her a bit as I moved into the bathroom and opened the door to the shower. Looking down, she smiled when she saw that I was already hard for round two and she walked over, reaching her soapy hand to my shaft and lightly rubbing it.
“Ahh the wonders of youth,” she said, as my arms wrap around her, puling her wet body into mine. I move down to kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I’m guessing her husband has a no kissing after a blowjob rule as her mouth tasted overwhelmingly like spearmint Listerine and she seemed a little taken back as hands pulled her face in. My hands went immediately down to hers, pulling her away from my cock and pressing them against the wall at the side of her head and my lips move slowly across her cheek, toward her earlobes and biting down softly. Continuing my path down her wet body, I moved my tongue across her collar bone and down to her breasts, taking a few moments to properly work around each of her nipples. Bending down to one knee, I plant small kisses across her stomach, working toward her naval and finally, just around the outside of her mound. My hands break free from her wrists and push deep into her upper thighs.
Her skin was smooth and despite being in her forties, her legs felt incredibly tight. The water is now rushing down my body and soaking my hair. My right arm slides from the front of her leg around the side and brings her leg up into the air, finally resting on my shoulders. After teasing her pelvis bone region and inner thigh with a few slow kisses, I look up into her eyes and bring my face into her, parting her slit with my mouth. Her sweetness touches my tongue and my brain goes wild feeling the warmth on my cheeks. Moving my tongue up and down, slowly at first, I pause for a moment around her clit, circling it over and over as it swells in my mouth. Moving a hand up, I slowly slide my middle finger into her and start to curl it towards me. The bathroom fills with the sounds of her moaning. At first it was a light whimper, almost too faint to hear over sounds of the bathroom fan and water running. The moment I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked it into my mouth, it transitioned to a groan, sent directly out her throat from her stomach as it tensed up. Feeling her start to clench around my finger, I bring another one into her, repeating the process of sucking and circling around her clit until I feel her hands nearly pull a chunk of hair out from the top of my head.
My head moves back, and our eyes lock once more. “How am I doing? Have you forgotten yet?” I say with a smile, moving in for another taste of her.
Without a word, her grip on my hair tightens and she pulls me back, as ravenous look takes over the expression on her face. Her knees bend to a squat and she pulls my face into hers, pressing me into her for a long passionate kiss. I can feel her sucking on my tongue before softly biting down. “Take me to the bed,” she said into my lips, close enough to feel her lips moving on mine as she spoke.
Quickly the water was switched off and I was almost in a jog following her back to the bed. She took a towel and swiped it up and down each of us twice before pushing me down on the bed and crawling on top of me. Our lips were locked together as she started to grind on top of me, pinning my cock between her pelvis and my stomach, parting her lips with it as he slowly moved back and forth. The warmth emanating from her was driving me crazy enough to feel my beating heart through the tip as she pinned it against me. She pressed her hands in the side of the bed at my head, pushing herself up and letting her hair dangle in my face.
“How do I compare to the girls back at school?” she said wiggling her hips across me. “Can I still keep up with those little twenty something sluts with their tight bodies and perky tits?” She reached down and grabbed my hands, pulling them up to her breasts and squeezing them into her at the moment she said ‘tits’. The look on my face and excitement swelling between my legs told her everything she needed to know in terms of my response as she let lose my hands and moved back down to kiss me. “There’s a condom in my purse, back by the door on the ground somewhere. Why don’t you be a good boy and go get it,” she whispered in my ear as one of her legs lifted over me, giving me access to move.
By the time I got back with the condom she was positioned ass up on her knees and elbows. “Take me from behind baby, I *love* to hands pulling my ass cheeks apart while fucking me.”
Putting a condom on in this situation seemed like a fucking Olympic trial. My hands were shaky and it was hard to focus on anything other than her tight wet hole glaring back at me and I slid the rubber down my shaft. I took position behind her and guided the tip of my cock around her clit for a few moments before I gave into her pleading to stick it in. With just the tip positioned in, my hands moved to her cheeks and pulled them apart, leaving no inch of what was between her legs to the imagination, and slowly plunged into her. She let out a loud scream as the tip of my cock hit a resistance inside her and my thighs pushed deep into her. Almost immediately, I could feel her fingers moving between my balls as she reached back to play with herself from the front. Pulling back just enough to see the tip start to emerge, I push back into her. Over and over my thrusts start to increase in speed and force as her screams fill the room. My hands moved from her ass cheeks up and down her back, digging my fingernails in lightly as it causes her scream out ‘harder!’.
After a few minutes, I can feel her hips pushing back into me. Halting my thrusts, she completely sets the rhythm and rocks back and forth. My hands move to grip her above her legs and I start to thrust in unison with her movements. Her wetness, leaking out of her had covered my thighs, causing small trails to connect between our bodies each time I pulled away and filled the room with the wet sounds of skin slapping on skin. “You’re so much fucking better than any twenty-year-old,” I say to her as I continue to plunge into her. “It’s nice to fuck someone who actually knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it.”
“Oohh God! Fuck me! Fuck me however you want! Fuck me like my husband never could,” she screamed out into the dark room.
My body moves to autopilot and I back out of her. My arms reach down and grab her legs, flipping her to the side with both legs together and her shoulders pressed against the bed. My left hand moves toward her breast, squeezing around her nipple with my fingers as my right hand guides my back into her. Moving my hips back and forth, my right hand moves between her slit, rubbing my thumb deep against he swollen clit while applying pressure above her mound with my fingers.
Pushing deeper and faster into her, she cried out and I could feel her core tightening around me. Her hands reached to grab a pillow as she buried her face into it, letting out a blood curdling howl and tensed her entire body. Her grip around me felt as if she was trying to choke the life from my cock from the inside as it sent me over the edge. Both of her legs started to twitch and one of her hands moved to my wrist, squeezing down hard. Each scream that she sent into the pillow send a shock wave through her body. Her squirms and the tension moving between her pelvis muscles had me ready to blow at any moment.
“I want your cum, please, cum,” she pleaded, struggling to catch her breathe through long winded gasps.
With her body still moving and squirming in what appeared to be a fashion outside of her control, I backed out of her, feeling the first spurt of cum fill the condom as I pulled away. I grab the rubber and pull it off as fast as I can, grabbing myself at the base and shooting three more ropes on her ass cheek and up her hip. Now its me who is struggling to breath, feeling the release and seeing it painted up the side of her ass. “That was *fucking* amazing,” I say through a long exhale.
Amanda moved her hand down and scraped a finger full of cum off her and moved it to her lips. “Mmmm, I needed that,” she replied. Looking back at me. “It’s a shame we’re leaving today, you could be fun for a couple more days I think.”
I move to the side and fall to the bed, melting into the sheets beside her. “It’s a fucking shame I didn’t come find you the first night,” I reply.
“Well, next time you know, when an older woman offers to buy you a drink, you let her buy you a fucking drink,” she said, nuzzling against me.
We lay there for the next twenty or so minutes before crawling into the covers and falling asleep. She woke me up at eight the next morning and told me my phone hasn’t stopped ringing for the past fifteen minutes. It was my instructor, calling me over and over. They were all in the lobby, waiting for me to get a shuttle and get to the airport. Amanda and I talked a bit in the morning and agreed not to be friends on any social media. She had told me that she really did love her husband, and loved her life with him, there were just some things that had caused them to lose some intimacy over the years. We had no contact after this night until about three years later. I was living in a different part of the country and was checking through emails on an account I hardly used anymore due to getting one from my work and using that as my main account. It was from three weeks earlier and titled, ‘You by chance in Vegas this weekend?’ There was nothing in the body of the email, but I immediately recognized her name as the sender.
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