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The Vegas Experience pt 1

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Just_me Posted on: 07 Jun 2004 1 comments
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I've been long promising this story -- but it is definitely taking me a while to get it "right". This encounter sort of cemented some of my sexual predilictions, and somehow it just keeps getting longer. So I'm breaking with my instincts and posting this as part 1. I could probably shorten it up by leaving out some of the "side notes", but I'd like to know what y'all think.Vegas, pt 11990, summertime, Las Vegas. I was there "on business", expenses paid for two weeks. We were about 4 days into our stay when a group of us guys went out to a local dance club to try our luck with the ladies.After a long and fruitless night; I went to the bar for a round of Kamikazes. Somehow my buddies managed to disappear in the few minutes it took to get the barkeep's attention, and by the time I had drinks in hand I was on my own. As it turned out, I struck up a conversation with the blonde next to me. Her brunette girlfriend was flitting about and hitting on every man that moved, while Donna was holding down a place at the bar (my kind of girl already).Donna was not what I would call "my type". I was in my early twenties at the time, and she was in her late 30's. She was a full-figured woman; but of the type that stays active and firm. We chatted a bit (as much as you can at a pick-up/dance club), and I found her to be intelligent and funny, as well as sexy. We played about a bit, doing some "dirty dancing" and general flirting. I fed her one of the Kamikazes, and her brunette girlfriend sucked down the other two. Donna and I were hitting it off, but the girlfriend was a liability.It had grown fairly late, and I was definitely feeling no pain from all the alcohol I had imbibed. Donna had completely captured my interest, and I found myself wondering what her soft hands would feel like on my hard cock. Drunk as I was though, I could not ignore the fact that her brunette girlfriend was encountering some "difficulties". Giving up hope of getting a piece for the night, I decided to retreat. After giving Donna my Hotel name and room number, I stumbled my way back to my room, figuring I'd never hear from her again.The hotel was within what we affectionately called "knee walking distance, so it wasn't long before I was stripped and into the shower, preparing to jerk my way to happiness. My roommate was dead to the world in alcoholic slumber, so I was relatively free to indulge in good soapy jerk-off. Then the phone rang.I had not figured on the persistence of a mature woman. The guy at the desk politely informed me that I had a "guest" (you could tell he was assuming hooker), and was it OK to let her up? I was amazed! Donna had actually come and found me, after apparently violating all the "rules" about leaving her friend behind...At this point, it was about 1:00 in the morning, I was quite drunk, I had the shower running, soap all over my body, a hard-on that wouldn't quit, and a very determined and sexy woman showing up at my door in minutes -- with a passed-out roommate in the next bed.I was drunk enough to be feeling "cocky" (so to speak), so I dove back into the shower, rinsed off the soap and was toweling off with one of those incredibly small Hotel towels when I heard the knock on the door.In my youth, I seemed to have a knack for answering the door to a sexy woman while wearing only a towel, a hard-on, and a smile. Sadly, I have not been able to continue that particular streak of luck, but on this night, it certainly worked.Donna seemed very happy to see me in my state of undress, and I admit that I was turned on by the attention. We quickly assessed the realities of our situation (roommates, no matter how passed out, being a bit of a damper on the moment) and determined that we should go to her place, as her kids were with a sitter. After some serious kissing, and a more that a little groping, I pulled on some clothes and we headed out to her car.After an impromptu make-out session in the parking lot, Donna efficiently drove to her apartment, doing an amazing job of juggling shifting duties and playing with my cock through my pants.Being the excitable young man that I was, I pretty much expected to strip off, get it on, and (probably) pass out. Fortunately for me (and for my future lovers), Donna had far different plans in mind.While previous experience with older women had taught me lot about the physics of sex (you can check out a couple of my other stories for more on this if you are interested) Donna was about to introduce a new factor into the equation for me. Although I was long familiar with the idea of "edging" when masturbating, somehow applying that idea to mutual sex hadn't really dawned on my young mind. Donna was about to teach me different.She put on some soft Jazz music, lit some incense, and poured out a glass of wine (to share) and two large glasses of ice water (what a brilliant woman!). Almost before I knew what was happening, I was stripped naked save for my briefs, while Donna had her tongue firmly lodged in my throat and her hands all over me. I felt like a Birthday present, and I admit that it felt very good to be so wanted. To this point, however, I had not seen any more of Donna than I had initially in the club when we met. She was still fully clothed (although a bit rumpled) except for her shoes.Then she excused herself, like in the movies, to "slip into something more comfortable"....to be continued? let me know!