“So all of Vegas can see.” [MF]

The dude I technically lost my virginity to is not someone I write about often. TBH, he really liked missionary and never went down on me so there’s not much to write about. Our sex was just kind of mediocre.

On rare occasions he surprised me.

The one thing our sex life has going for us was the fact that he was super into my body. We fucked almost every day and he was constantly jerking off to the thought of me. He would tell me this often.

*He had his moments. That was pretty hot.*

So we visited Vegas once and randomly got upgraded to this badass suite overlooking the strip. Upon entering he immediately goes to the window and then turns back to me and states that he wants to fuck me against it.

I dismiss this idea pretty quickly and explain that I’m not about to get arrested for indecent exposure.

*Good thinking on young Viola’s part btw. I was destined to be a lawyer.*

He argues the windows are completely tinted and tells me to come look at the other rooms. TBF, I really couldn’t see into anyone’s space, but I also pointed out there just might be no one banging at the moment. We move on.

We get ready for dinner which takes forever because I made the mistake of wearing a cocktail dress (very rare for me back then) and he just has to fuck me in it before we can leave the room. I end up giving him head as he looks out over the city which actually is hotter than I anticipated.

Maybe he’s on to something.

We get quite wasted at dinner. Im pretty sure I’m not even 21 and have to sneak shots after he orders. We then walk up and down the strip taking swigs from a vodka bottle and laughing to ourselves.

*Side note: he tried to convince me to get married that night. I came pretty close, but thank god we had a sober moment of clarity.*

We just had a really good time.

When we come back, we make friends with the bar tender who graciously doesn’t card me.

*Maybe I was 21? Idk. The timeline is messy.*

We make small talk about the hotel and my boyfriend make something up about how the blinds in our room are broken and asks if we should be worried about privacy. The bar tender explains the windows are basically one-way mirrors so we shouldn’t be concerned.

I’m about to kill my boyfriend btw. I was shy then and paranoid everyone would *gasp* find out I had sex.

But yeah, Boyfriend is excited.

Immediately upon getting into the elevator he is all up on me. I have to pull his hand away to keep him from hiking up my dress, but I let him grope me.

*It’s Vegas, they’ve seen worse on the security cameras.*

We barely make it into our hotel room before he’s unzipping my dress and leading me to the window. He takes my bra off before pushing me against it.

And yes, it was winter. It’s cold AF and the feel of the glass on my chest takes my breath away. I’m pretty sure I went down a cup size in those moments.

He pushed my face against the glass as he tears down my underwear and starts grinding behind me.

*Again, this is not the norm. I should have gotten this dude drunk more often.*

“Tell me you want me to fuck you like this,” he says.

“I really do.”

“How much?”

“Feel.”

He puts his fingers inside me and understands what I mean. I get wet pretty easily, but I was fucking dripping in those moments. I also squirm at his touch because I’m super tight so he presses my face deeper into the glass and pushes his body against mine to hold me down.

Holy shit.

When he finally pulls his own pants down and goes inside me, he is dirty talking up a god damn storm. This is not normally his strong suit.

*Upon writing this, I realize I kind of sound like I hate him. I don’t. We were just young and our relationship was complicated. We’re friends now and I care deeply for him.*

However, everything he’s saying is turning me on.

He thrusts into me and tells me he wants all of Vegas to see him fuck me. He tells me he wants everyone to know how much I want him and that only he gets to fuck me. He tells me I’m his as he pushes me deeper into the window and asks how the cold feels on my body. I tell him in hurts in a good way and he whispers into my ear he wants me to feel that way all the time.

He goes really slow until I beg him to go harder. He plays with my hair and tells me he’s trying not to come because he wants to see me like this for longer.

*Plus, he’s drunk and can apparently last forever in this state.*

Dude, I was falling apart. This was before I got kinky so I was a stranger to such things as ice play. My breasts pushed up against that window was almost too much stimulation as he fucked me from behind.

I closed my eyes and had to really concentrate so I could keep taking it. I was whimpering beneath him as he continued to tell me how turned in he was by seeing me like this.

I was getting close.

*I honestly did not orgasm a lot with him. This makes me sad now. He didn’t like me touching myself because he said it was “cheating” but he just was not experienced enough to get me off with just his dick. Oh to be young…*

I told him I was close and he finally sped up, slamming into me so it was hard to even breath with how I was smashed against that damn window.

*A dangerous game btw, but it’s fun to orgasm like that.*

He told me he wanted to feel me come around his dick and I begged him not to stop. When I finally came it almost freaked him out because I got so tight. He reared back and yelled my name as he slammed into me a final time.

We spent the next hour in the bath so I could warm up and he could continue to see my naked. I was shy then so he normally didn’t see me like that unless we were in bed.

*Our mediocre sex was not one sided btw. I was insecure and didn’t know why I was doing.*

We fucked again in that jacuzzi and he let me get myself off with the jets.

Damn it, I love Vegas.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ruhz6h/so_all_of_vegas_can_see_mf