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For my 21st birthday, my family and my boyfriend at the time decided to surprise me with a trip to Vegas. If I’m being completely honest, my relationship with that boyfriend hadn’t been doing so well, but he’d clearly been helping plan this trip for months, and I’d hoped that the vacation together would somehow bring back the spark. The spark came back for one night during our trip, and while it wasn’t enough to fix the relationship, it was a night I still masturbate to over a decade later.
Unsurprisingly, it was the night where we’d had the most alcohol that we had the most fun. It started in the elevator up to our rooms, with him grabbing me by the waist and pulling me towards him, his cock hard against the back of my skirt. Between sloppy, drunken kisses, we managed to stumble down the hallway and were already mostly undressed by the time the door shut behind us. I think I tried to move us towards the bed, but he had a different idea.
He pulled back the curtain, backed a cushioned armchair up to the windowsill, and directed me to kneel on it, facing the window. Before me were the dazzling lights of Vegas, and I could see people having a good time on the strip below. We could also see two other nearby hotels- most of their windows were dark so I assumed at first that the windows were just that heavily tinted, but I could see into a couple of rooms that had their lights on and curtains open. Our overhead lights were off, but the hallway light behind us was on, and the back of the chair only covered up to about my waist. I wondered if that meant others could potentially see us, and just the thought that my tits were on display for complete strangers thrilled me.
My face just inches from the window, he stood behind me and began pressing the tip of his cock between my pussy lips. He always liked to tease me with it, gliding it up and down, pressing it against my clit until I was practically begging for him to fuck me. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the thrill of the moment, but I. Felt. INCREDIBLE. I couldn’t remember the last time I was that worked up, and my pussy was throbbing and absolutely soaked by the time he finally thrust his rock hard cock into me. As he pounded me, I could feel the insides of my thighs getting wetter and wetter.
At some point, he slowed down to get a thumb wet with my juices before gently pressing it as deep as it would go into my asshole. I sometimes get a little nervous with anal- especially when we only have, ah, natural lubricants- but I wanted it. I wanted nothing more than to feel him cum inside of my ass in the city of sin while I watched fellow debaucherous vacationers party on the streets below.
It was time. He pulled out of my pussy and moved his thumb to courteously spit on my asshole before pressing the head of his cock against it. He eased into me slowly (because I’m just not a “just go for it!” kinda gal when it comes to anal) until the head fully disappeared into my ass. I took a deep breath, relaxed, and very gently pushed back into him. I rocked back and forth until he was finally fully inside of me, but as we gradually began to pick up the pace and soon we were going full speed.
Even with the air conditioner blowing right at us, the humid Vegas air kept our bodies slick with sweat. I remember feeling droplets from his forehead rolling down my back and the taste of my salty skin as I bit my forearm in a desperate attempt to not make too much noise. My family was just down the hall, after all, and it wasn’t that late in the evening so they could have knocked at any time. My other arm was tucked under me, with my hand furiously playing with my clit. I usually have a difficult time getting off this way because it takes me ages and usually my arm goes numb… but this time was different. I don’t remember who came first, but imagining somebody getting off to us just got me so fucking hot that that it wasn’t long before I was reduced to being a drunk, sweaty, sticky mess with an ass full of cum and wobbly legs after an orgasm that was LONG overdue.
Like I said in the beginning, I still can’t help but fantasize about that night (even though my ex is LONG out of the picture), and will always wonder if anybody saw us. How it took me over a decade after that moment to realize I’m an exhibitionist, I’ll never understand.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hlhgg5/mf_that_time_my_21f_boyfriend_22m_fucked_me_in
Share pics from that amazing night?
Vegas is dry heat, not humid.