I was sad to hear you had to travel to Las Vegas for work over our anniversary, until you told me I was coming with you. I’ve always wanted to stay in a hotel overlooking the strip.
We check into the hotel around 6. When we get to our room, I can’t believe how gorgeous it is. I run up to the enormous window, taking in the strip and the lights, and the sun setting over the mountains. You walk up behind me, your strong hands holding me by the hips. “So, you like it?” You ask, and I nod, still transfixed on the view. “We have reservations at 7, go get ready,” you remind me.
I pull myself away from the window and head into the enormous bathroom to get ready. There’s a rain shower head with a built in bench and warm, sensual lighting. It all feels so glamorous.
Stripping down to nothing, I find my red lace panties and black bra in my suitcase and put them on. I pull on the black Louboutin stilettos I bought for this trip, and step out of the bathroom to give you a preview before getting dressed. “You like?” I smirk, turning around to give you the full view. Your eyes are fiery, as if you’re thinking of all the things you want to do to me. Without a word, you pull me in and kiss me hard, your hands sliding down my body and gripping my ass, as my arms wrap around your neck.
Suddenly you pull my legs up and around you, lifting me up. I squeal, my whole body tingling with anticipation. Nothing turns me on more than knowing you can’t keep your hands off of me. You toss me onto the bed and get on your knees, slowly pulling my panties off. You kiss my thighs, slowly and softly as I squirm and giggle. Your hands caress my legs and my belly, driving me wild. You reach up and snap open my bra by the front clasp, exposing my breasts with one swift movement.
Just when I think you might tease me all night, you thrust two fingers deep inside me, and I moan. “God you’re wet,” you say. Suddenly you’re licking me, pushing your tongue between my lips and stopping to suck on my clit, your fingers still working inside me. My hips buck, pushing into your fingers and tongue. “Oh my gooooddddd,” I groan, gripping the bed. You feel my muscles contract around your fingers and work them even faster, your tongue focused on my clit. “Cum for me,” you order. An orgasm rips through my body, shuddering as I ride out the wave of pleasure.
I’m still dizzy from my intense orgasm, and I hear you undo your belt buckle. You rub my swollen clit with the tip of your dick before thrusting it inside me. I moan loudly, my voice breaking, and my back arches. You hold me by my hips and lift my ass off the bed, filling me up, my walls squeezing you tight. I’m panting and whimpering your name, but you pull out after a few thrusts and climb on top of me. Your dick is right above my face now, dripping with my wetness. “Do you want to taste yourself on me?” You ask. Without hesitating I grab your hips and pull you closer, taking all of you into my mouth, my green eyes locked on yours. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as I suck your dick, my tongue dancing on your tip. In my excitement I choke a little, and pull you out of my mouth so that I can lick my wetness off of you. I stroke you with my hands as my tongue explores every inch of you. Taking your tip into my mouth again, I moan, sending vibrations through your shaft. You twitch in my mouth, getting closer to cumming, and I smirk, meeting your eyes again.
Pulling yourself out of my mouth, you climb off of me and take my hand, leading me over to the window. I try to cover myself with my hands, but you push my back against the cool window and pin my arms over my head with one hand, my body on display for the Las Vegas strip, sending shivers down my spine. You lick and suck my tits, nibbling on my nipples and kissing my neck. I lean my head back against the window, moaning again. Your other hand teases it’s way down my body and finds my throbbing pussy, my wetness now dripping down my thighs. Gently, you rub circles into my clit, and I’m squirming. “Keep your hands up,” you order, and I nod, cheeks flushed. Releasing my hands, you kneel and grab my hips, pulling my pussy closer to your face. I whimper as you plunge your tongue into me, and then two fingers. You immediately speed up, flicking your tongue over my clit and shoving your fingers deeper into me over and over. “OHHH FUCK YES!” I’m screaming now, and I collapse into another intense orgasm, my body tensing and shuddering. My knees go weak, but you catch me.
“We’re not done yet,” you growl into my ear, picking me up, my legs wrapped around your waist and my arms around your neck. Leaning my back against the window again, you lower me onto your throbbing cock. My muscles tense as I try to hold onto you, and my walls squeeze your dick even tighter. You start slow, working your hips into me as I squeeze you, my nails digging into your back. Soon you pick up speed, grunting with each thrust. God, I love it when you make noises. Grabbing onto your shoulders, I use my hips to thrust in sync with you, pushing you even deeper into me. “Mmmm,” you moan into my neck, “I’m gonna cum soon.” I use all my strength to thrust into you as hard as you are into me, moving as fast as I can.
I feel myself edging closer to another orgasm, when you lay me on my back, on the floor in front of the window. Pinning my arms back again, you continue thrusting deeply, faster and faster. You rub my clit again, and I cum on your dick, each muscle contraction squeezing you tighter as I scream, “FUUUUCK, YES!” You release my arms and grab my tits, telling me to push them together. You slide out of me and slip your dick between my tits, thrusting hard and fast. I stick out my tongue, getting a taste of your tip with each thrust. After a few moments, you cum hard, soaking my tits. I lick the last few drops of cum off your dick with a smirk, and you collapse next to me.
“About that reservation…” I say, breathless. “Yeah, we’ll get room service tonight,” you answer, “we haven’t even explored that bathroom yet.”
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When I wake up the next morning, I hear the shower running. I’m still naked, and thinking I could use a shower too.
I walk into the bathroom and see you under the rain shower, taking in the sight of your amazing ass and strong sexy arms. You turn around when you hear me, and smile. “Morning, love. Coming to join me?”
I step under the water, letting my head fall back and enjoying the warm water soaking me. You laugh, running your hands over my wet body. “Nice, right?” You say. I smile and nod in agreement, giggling, my hands exploring your wet body too. You pull me in close, your fingers lifting my chin, and kiss me, slowly and sensually. My clit throbs at the excitement. My arms wrap around you, one hand in your soaking wet hair, the other around your neck. “Mmmmm,” I say. I could stay here all day.
I feel your dick harden against me and I smile at you. I get on my knees, grabbing your cock and balls and stroking them. Struggling to keep my knees still on the shower floor, I run my tongue up and down your shaft, swirling it around your tip and then take you inside my mouth as deep as I can. You thrust in and out a few times, and then I focus on your tip, licking it hungrily while I stroke you. I’m enjoying myself, enjoying pleasing you, and it turns you on.
You pull me back up to my feet and sit on the bench. I straddle you, facing you with my legs around you, our bodies slick and warm. I moan loudly in your ear as I lower myself onto your cock, and your hands grip my slippery hips, bouncing me up and down. You thrust into me hard, the water pouring down intensifying it all.
With one hand holding onto the back of your neck, I rub my clit with the other, grinding into you and moaning your name. You thrust harder and faster, leaning in to suck my nipples, flicking your tongue over them. I throw my head back, my whole body tensing as I cum. The walls of my pussy pulsate around your dick, squeezing it. You’re fucking me so hard I can barely hold onto you, and you scream, “Oooohhh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You pant and moan as you fill me up, thrusting slowly and deeply a few more times. I grab your face and kiss you deeply, and we stay there for a moment.
When we stand, your cum drips out of me, down my thighs, the water carrying it all the way down my legs. “God that’s hot,” you say, watching me. I reach down and catch some of it on my fingers, licking it off of them and giggling.
You kiss me before you finish showering and start getting ready for the convention you have to attend, as I continue enjoying the shower and my own body. “I want you this wet and naked when I get back,” you tell me, and I nod enthusiastically. I lay on the bench, playing with my tits and slowly rubbing my clit as the water continues to pour over my slick body, giving you a nice little image to think of while you work. “See you later, love,” I yell breathlessly.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pel8gk/a_sensual_weekend_on_the_strip_mf