Stays In Vegas

I ran into someone I hadn’t seen in years at a coffee shop on a Sunday afternoon. She was sitting at a table and invited me to join her. We drank our coffee and did some catching up. We were friends on Facebook, and she’d posted recently that she was going to Las Vegas, but when I asked her how the trip was, she told me that “Las Vegas was fun but my companion was a bust.”

He was a high school classmate, they had reconnected online, and decided to meet up in Las Vegas. However, she told me, they had different expectations. Right after checking in, he insisted on going down to the casino. She stayed with him a few hours, watching him play poker, but finally had enough and went up to the room. Around midnight she decided to go to bed, and was sleeping, naked, when he walked through the room door about three in the morning. She told him to take off his clothes and join her in bed.

He was still in his fifties, but couldn’t get an erection, even after she went down on him to try and get him ready. When she finally gave up, she asked him to return the favor, but he told her he “didn’t like the smell.” She spent the rest of that night, and the next night, sleeping in the other bed. He spent his waking hours in the casino and they parted ways at the airport. She arrived back home that morning.

Trying to make her feel better, I told her he was an idiot, that most men would prefer to be in bed with her rather than playing poker in the casino. She looked me in the eye and asked me if I wanted to prove it to her. She was very serious, and I followed her back to her apartment. At the bedroom door, she told me to hop in the bed; she was going to take a quick shower. Two minutes later she walked into the bedroom wearing a towel. She dropped it to the floor and climbed in next to me. I was on my back, she put a leg over mine, and began kissing me. Hard, needy kisses started things off, but she quickly moved her head down below, gave me a few licks, and then moved up on me, positioning her thighs on either side of my head. She was very vocal, and did not take long to reach a loud moaning climax.

She moved her hips down and immediately took me inside her. I didn’t last very long and she moved off of me, and stretched out next to me. We chatted a bit, until she asked me how long I could stay. I told her I would need to eat at some point, but other than that I had nothing going on. She told me she’d make dinner and I could show my appreciation after.

Before we got up to make dinner, I was ready to go again. This time she pulled me over on top of her. We found a nice rhythm, kissing the entire time, until I planted more seed inside of her. As she was getting out of the bed, she did a pluck pluck pluck from a tissue box and walked away with the tissues held between her legs.

She made a nice dinner, we drank a bottle of wine, and put the dishes in the sink. As she was bent over the sink, I moved up behind her, and pressed against her. She opened her legs, pushed her hips back, reached down between her legs, and guided me in. We didn’t finish, because she wanted to go back to the bedroom. She moved onto the bed first, kneeling, and I slid into her just like at the sink. Due to the short recovery time, we had a long romp, ending with both of us groaning and moaning.

After our breathing returned to normal, she turned away, and I cuddled up behind her. I fell asleep first, but woke up in the middle of the night. She was asleep, so I closed my eyes and went back to dreamland. Her alarm woke up both of at 6AM. She was too tender below for another coupling, and to be honest, I wouldn’t have been able anyway. We exchanged phone numbers, had a couple short conversations later, but never met again. At some point I realized that she had unfriended me on Facebook, and that was that.