Boys will be Boys
Yesterday I met a nice looking older man while we were hanging out at the Orleans pool. I never really liked the pool there, too many families and local boys wanting to be big shots. But its where Susan works and we were going to go shopping after her shift.
Anyway. Mr Orleans man manged to capture my attention by just being nice and polite in conversation. His midwest accent also helped as it reminded me of home. We midwestern’ers kind of stick together. That, and he was about 6’6 with a nice bulge in his tight shorts. Again, something that normally turns me off, the tight shorts on older men… Just looks fake. But he wasn’t.
We talked movies and books, his was a bio book, mine was a local rag mag. Movies? he was leaning towards seeing the Sorcerer movie with Nicholas Cage. One I wanted to see, but never made it. So the conversation was nice because he was not trying to score.
When Susan came out, he was going to excuse himself, but instead, invited us to join him later for some MMA match going on in the hotel. Mixed Martial Arts is like the UFC, just not in a cage. I never saw one so thought Why Not??
A quick dinner, followed by some brief shopping and we were at the gate looking for Mr Orleans. He was at the front of the line with our tickets, a smile and three beers of my favorite brand. He remembered. We scrambled for the front row area before being trampled by the other fans.
I always imagined that people into such a brutal sport were like redneck, trailer trash types. Not the well groomed, white collar types that was flirting with me. But just about everyone was there to watch these guys ( and a few girls) beat the snot out of each other. It was Cool!! The girl matches really surprised me. Well, what passed as females I guess. One of them really had me wondering if they checked the plumbing.
When they weren’t beating each other in the ring, Mr Orleans was entertaining us with his knowledge of the sport and of the special people sitting ringside. Not that I was really noticing, the testosterone level in the room was climbing and Susan and I were getting a little hot from all the action and the grabbing we were watching.
Watching a sport like this, has never turned me on as much and I was wanting to give Mr Orleans his reward. Yea, I know. Would you expect anything less from me?? I hadn’t had a cock in over a day and I was ready for anything, anywhere.
After the final match., I was not wanting to wait to walk to his room… Nor did I really want to go to his room. Thankfully Susan knows some private areas around the ballroom and directed us to a hallway passage into a side room we could lock the door. She thought it would be a quick, on my knees and suck him off. But she and he got more than they knew as I stripped naked to do what I love to do.
His hands went right for my tits as I went right for his cock and found his bulge was real. He had a nice size fully erect cock that easily filled my mouth perfect. Susan was staring at me and not saying a word as I swallowed his whole cock and cheated with my hand to get him off quickly. I wanted to feel him filling my mouth as fast as possible.
Soon enough he was filling my mouth with my reward, he just collapsed against the wall and smiled as I pumped his cock hard to get the last drops out of him. I finished sucking him to softness swallowing it all. I finished getting dressed while kissing him full lips. Thanked him for the fun and grabbed Susan’s hand, quickly leaving the room. Leaving him there to wonder and to remember.
We just laughed all the way to the car. For some reason we had to laugh at what all had happened. Shocking and spontaneous to her, but not to me. Later, Susan asked why I didn’t fuck that monster? I guess I’m a cock whore first and just wanted it in my mouth more. She laughed. Once I was home, I stripped naked at the door, went running into my bedroom to grab my favorite toy before going to bed.
Leaving him like that, is that considered teasing??
Loves and Licks
Vegas Vicky
Single, Not Desperate!
Hmmm… I post that the love of my life had left the state and my emailbox gets filled with offers of non stop sex and debauchery. Not to mention so many cock pictures I could wallpaper my apartment with them. WTF??
My life may have taken a wrong turn in the home romance department, but not in the life-goes-on department. The break and the loneliness has been kind of a welcomed break to sit back and re-evaluate what int he world I am really doing with my life. That and it shows me who my real friends are, were and will always be.
Being that it is summertime in Las Vegas, the pools are filled with party animals and they all come through the resort. So my work hours have increased and being stationed at the entrance, I get to see a lot of the action and hear a lot of come-on lines. I love it and I hate it. I want to be one of those here for a week of party, pool and sex. But the distractions are wonderful and the extra money really welcomed.
After work, I hook up with a couple friends from another resort and we hit the pool ourselves and hang out. Play tourist. Get hit on by the men and have the drinks bought for us while we flirt and they try to get a look at the goods. Once in awhile I will let my top accidentally fall off or a bottom comes untied while I reach for a drink. Darn!!
That has led to a few invites I have accepted to their hotel room or suite for some further discussions and inspections. So my blow job count has suffered, but not as much as I thought it would. His old boss even tried to hit me up for his weekly blow job. The nerve!
So I am here, I am alive and I am surviving. I just wanted to thank you all for the emails and the kind support. I will write more later on the plans for my future.
Loves and Licks
Vegas Vicky
