[M]e and the married Canadian mil[f] I met in Vegas

My best friend Dan and I went on our annual guy’s trip to Vegas. As usual Dan was pressing hard to meet someone to have a 1-2 day fling with, but I was mostly along for the ride. Ready for some serious wingman duty, drinking and naps by the pool.

On our second night there, around 10pm (after some serious pregaming), we hit the bars and just had drinks and talked to people. After a few hours, Dan met someone, a cute latina girl named Jackie and they were chatting it up pretty seriously. So I did what any good wingman would do, I said I needed to use the restroom and I just never came back.

I walked down the strip to another hotel, and another bar, and kept up the drinking, but with a party of one. I keep myself pretty entertained and am good at talking to strangers once I have a few drinks in me, so it’s not sooo bad. This threesome (two girls and a guy) start talking with me as they were waiting for their drinks at the bar. Once the drinks arrived one of the women motions to a booth and says I should come drink with them. I’m more than happy to oblige. The women are fairly conservatively dressed and in their mid to late 30s. The guy seems a little out of place as he’s dressed up to go clubbing and maybe 10 years younger than all of us.

The girl who invited me over introduces herself as Melissa and her BFF is Christine. They’re two elementary school teachers from Canada, in Vegas for the weekend to blow off some steam. I don’t remember the guy’s name, but he’s someone Melissa met at the pool that afternoon, and he’s more than likely the steam she’s about to blow off… And my take is Melissa is looking for me to either distract Christine, or temp her?

It’s pretty clear that Melissa is the wild one and Christine is the more modest wing-woman for her. It’s their last night in Vegas and it appears Melissa is all about getting hers. She’s all over her younger man, touching his chest and arms, and snuggling up to him all the time. After 3 rounds of drinks and getting to know each other Mel, as I’m now comfortable calling her, announces that “Restless_13, you seem like a good guy. Can I trust you to make sure Christine gets back to the hotel in one piece?”. I assure her that I will do my best, that I didn’t bring my knives, duct tape or rope to Vegas with me, and she should feel safe to go have her fun.

Mel and her younger man disappear and it’s just Christine and I left in the booth. We have a couple more drinks, but by no means are getting trashed or anything. But both of us are getting a healthy buzz. I tell her about my wingman duties earlier for Dan, and she tells me about all the trouble Mel tried to get her into that weekend. She confirms that they’re both married, have kids and happy families back in Canada somewhere. There’s some light flirting between us, but it’s all really quite innocent and friendly.

Sometime around 2am, Christine gets a text and gets wide eyed and laughs to herself. She tells me the young stud was a two pump chump and left Mel distraught, unsatisfied and going to bed as soon as she showers off her shame. This also means it’s safe for Christine to go back to her room. She tells me she’s two hotels over and I offer to walk her back. What should be a 15 minute walk takes maybe an hour as we take our sweet time, giggle drunkenly and occasionally flirt. At some point during the walk back she makes the joke that this is the first date she’s been on in 12 years, so I should excuse any of her awkwardness. I take the joke and sort of run with it, and tease her about how she should have dressed a little slutty for a first date in Vegas, or that we should at least hold hands. Which we start doing about halfway through the walk back.

When we get to the front of her hotel, she says “Ok, I made it safely back”. And I reply “no, no..this is a date, I have to make sure you make it to your elevator”. She agrees quickly and we keep walking hand in hand to her elevator bank, but I’m sad to see it’s pretty crowded with people still (at 3am). Then she says “Ok, I’m safely to my elevator” to which I reply “I good first date, would make sure you get safely to your floor”. She also agrees. So we get on her elevator and go to the 20someting floor and we both get off. “Ok, I’m here… It’s probably pretty safe to say I made it back safely”. I sadly agree, and take her by both hands, and face her. She knows what I’m thinking of doing and there’s a little panic on her face. Then she does the exact opposite of what I expect her to do, she leans in and starts to kiss me.

I say the exact opposite, because I was expecting her to offer me a kiss on the cheek, or a long friendly hug, or maybe, just maybe a peck on the lips. But no… Christine leaned up and gave me a soft, slow, passionate kiss on the lips. Then pulled back and smiled at me. You know how you don’t always realize how cute someone is until all your hormones kick in? Or maybe it’s because your hormones kick in that you suddenly see them that way. Christine is a perky 5’3” all Canadian girl, with shoulder length blonde hair and soft blue eyes. She’s thin and petite and is the type of person who naturally smiles all the time. I would imagine she was the quiet but popular cheerleader type in high school.

After she pulled back from the kiss she was blushing and smiling at me. There was a palpable silence as I was looking her over and just being smitten for a minute. Then I leaned in and kissed her again. And again…and again… There we were in the 20something floor elevator entryway, making out like teenagers until “ding” the elevator started to open and we composed ourselves like we just got caught by our parents, and she grabbed my hand and started walking me down the hall out of the entryway. Another couple got off the elevator about 10 feet behind us, and it must have just looked like we got off another elevator moments before. We went left (the hallway towards her room) and they, thankfully, went straight. We went about a quarter of the way down the hall.

Christine: *This is my room…*

Me: *oh, I don’t suppose I can come in with Mel there?*

Christine: *Probably not the best idea*

Me: *Oh, this is a terrible first date*

Christine: *I’m sorry, I wish it didn’t have to end like this. I want to kiss you more.*

I look around the hall like a spy who’s looking for some trap door or window that he missed, to get out of the exploding train. Then I see it.. I smirk to myself and point. She sees it too. She smirks.

About another 10 rooms down the hall, at the halfway point, there’s a little nook with two fancy chairs and a small table. Is this so people can rest and sit down as they walk down these long Vegas hallways? Or is this really a make-out station for people who’s BFF is already asleep in the room? I have to believe it’s the latter. We walk over to the chairs and I sit down in one and I pull her onto my lap. We instantly start to kiss again. This time a little more passionately, a little more feverishly.

Before going further, I should tell you what Christine is wearing. She’s in a black, loose fitting dress. Not the type you wear to the club, more like something you’d wear to a warm beach night out. It has thin straps, but then goes to a square top and doesn’t show any cleavage, but leaves her arms bare. There’s a little black rope for a belt to show she had a tiny waist, but the dress flows out from there and hides her figure underneath. As we kiss my hands run everywhere over that dress, as I learn what she’s been hiding underneath. She has a trim figure and perky breasts. My kisses wander from her lips to her neck and then along the straps. I’m breathing deep warm breaths on her skin to try and drive her crazy. Her breath is getting wild and her hips are squirming as she sits on my lap.

Eventually I get a little brave for the hotel hallway and I slide one of the straps off her shoulder. I pull it down lower and lower until the top half of her left breast is showing. I start to kiss each inch of skin I uncover, until I have her nipple in my mouth. As my tongue swirls around it she moans audibly and starts to really grind her hips against me.

We hear a noise!

We look around!, our hearts are racing… We don’t see anyone. But we definitely heard a noise.

Christine: *Ok, let’s go in the room, but you need to be super quiet.*

Me: *I can do that.*

We walk to her door and she’s about to scan her key card

Christine: *I’m going to lead you to my bed, and we can hide under the covers from Mel. She’s passed out I’m sure. We are not going to have sex! Just kiss and stuff…*

I nod yes like a good puppy.

We go into the room and it’s really dark, and she leads me by the hand to her bed, and she motions me to get in, and I do. She whispers in my ear “bathroom” and she disappears for a few minutes as I lay in the dark listening to Mel softly snore in the next bed over. When she comes back from the bathroom my eyes have adjusted to the darkness and I can see as she’s crawling into bed, her dress is gone and she’s only wearing a black tank top and black panties. At that moment, I’m instantly rock hard…

She slides under the covers to face me and we start to kiss without a word said between us. My hand slides to her now bare hip and around her firm, small ass. I squeeze and pull and touch all I can, feeling the edges of her panties, and exploring the limits of where she’ll let me touch. And really, there aren’t any. Eventually I slide my hand down over the center of her panties and I feel them warm and wet. She softly moans and pulls closer to me. After a few moments of this, I slide her panties to the side and start to tease her pussy with my finger tips. She gasps and starts to squeeze her thighs as she kisses, licks and sucks on my neck. Her hand finds the bulge in my pants and she starts to slide over it, pulling, and squeezing it though my pants. She undoes my zipper and pulls me out and starts to stroke me as she’s kissing my neck.

My finger tip is spreading her wetness around her pussy until my finger finds her clit. I start to run little circles over it with my finger and she shudders. Her hips rock with the motion of it, and she stops kissing me, she’s just breathing harder and harder into the crook of my neck. Her hand on my cock squeezing hard and pulling harder. She let’s out a little yelp noise (I’m certain Mel can’t be sleeping through this in the next bed over). And then she starts to breath harder and deeper and her hips are rocking harder and harder. She’s soaking wet now, and I take little pauses from her clit to move the wetness around her lips and down between them, then back up to her clit. I can tell she’s close, she’s breathing so hard, so fast and her hand is gripping my cock so hard. In the moment, the way she can’t control her body is so hot, the fact that Mel is sleeping 4 ft to the left, is hot, and this sweet little blonde mom squeezing my cock is so hot, that I just lose control and I start to cum. My cock pulsing in her hand, my cum hitting her stomach, and she leans into it, pulling herself closer to me, letting every drop get on her stomach. As her own body spasms and she breaths even harder than me.

After, I instantly fall into a gizz and alcohol induced coma and she does to. About 2-3 hours later we wake up to the sound of Mel coming back from the bathroom and crawling back into her own bed. I catch a glimpse of Mel getting into bed, and she’s just in a baggy t-shirt and panties. Is this how women who share a bedroom dress? This is a total tangent, but Mel is wearing a thong and has a great ass. But that’s all I have to share there.

We wait a few minutes then we whisper softly

Me: *I should get going*

Christine: *Yeah, we have a flight in 3 hours*

Me: *I just need to use your restroom*

Christine: *OK*

I get up, go to the bathroom and then clean myself up a bit for the walk back to my hotel. I open the door with the light still on and see Christine staring in the little walkway just outside the bathroom door and I see her in her tank top and panties for the first time in the light. Her shoulder length hair is messy and flipped to one side, her make-up from the bar is gone (when did she wash that off?), and she has cute freckles on her nose. She looks fucking gorgeous, and as I walk into the hall I kiss her. And she kisses me back with equal enthusiasm. And we just go back to full make-out, standing in the lit area just outside her bathroom door. I’m running my hands over her tank top, pulling it down, showing her breasts, they have the little tiger stripes of someone who nursed two kids, but they’re still fucking perfect. She doesn’t hesitate to undo my belt and let my pants fall to my ankles as she pulls my cock out and starts to stroke it up against her stomach again.

It’s awkward standing like that, she’s slides against the wall, I’m too tall for this, so my knees are a bit bent. I slide my hand down under her panties and find her pussy soaking wet again. We haven’t said a word to each other since I walked out of the bathroom. We’re kissing feverishly and I’m rubbing her clit again.. She’s moaning fairly loud between kisses.

I take a half a step back, and pull my wrist back, so I can see down her panties and can almost see my fingers exploring her pussy. But I can see her little strip of hair leading there, and the shape of her hips. She leans back, she likes that I’m looking and she pulls her tank top up off her stomach, so I can see her flat tummy and her tan line from being at the pool. She’s still stroking me this entire time. She likes that I’m watching her body, she keeps arching her hips away from the wall, to give me a better view down her panties and she starts to rock her hips and cum for me again. She’s moaning a little to loud and her knees seem week, and she breaks the silence with “cum in my panties”.

Really… sometimes a woman says something so incredibly sexy and out of character for her, that it runs through your body like lightning. And in this moment, “cum in my panties” was that thing for me. And I just felt my cock fill with that electricity and start to pulse in her hand as she pointed my cock at the lowest point on her tummy and my warm cum shot all over her lower stomach and ran down her pelvis and into her panties, onto my wrist and my hand that was rubbing her pussy. She instantly pulled close to me and pressed herself as close to me as possible. I’m guessing so the cum wouldn’t run all the way down to her pussy. I pulled my hand away and hugged her for a moment.

We caught our breath and there was absolute silence for a few moments. Until…

Melissa: *Guys… That was awesome!! Thank you for letting me be a part of that!*

Christine: *Mel!! For fucks sake!!!*

And she pushes me into the bathroom and slams the door shut. I never asked what Mel saw or heard, but she probably heard everything. But maybe had a view too…

We got cleaned up, and she pushed me out the door. Christine told me she fell back asleep for an hour wearing the same panties. But obviously cleaned up before she flew home to her family.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cvae0g/me_and_the_married_canadian_milf_i_met_in_vegas