1 comments/ 10385 views/ 1 favorites Rendezvous – Vegas Weekend (Friday) By: Stephen7Redo "Til tomorrow," that message remained on his screen long after they had signed off. The two words held so much promise. Was this the beginning of something real and tangible or the end of something created in the imaginations of two amateur writers and sensually inclined people? Maybe it was both, they would soon find out. Carla and Don had read and enjoyed several of one another's stories on Literotica. They had begun their regular on-line exchange a few months earlier. Their virtual relationship had started out innocently with friendly exchanges and constructive comments on each other's writing. Carla's sincere enthusiasm for writing intrigued Don more and more as the days and weeks went on. Don had known women who truly liked sex, but few who would talk about all aspects of it openly. Her well crafted and very personal stories reflected her openness. Soon they both felt a certain and very real electricity between them, one that had only somewhat to do with their shared love for writing. Their e-mails and on-line chats became more intimate until they were visiting with one another every night. As time went by, they flirted with the idea of a more intimate meeting. But that was all it was, just a flirtatious fantasy. That is until one late evening Don realized he really did want more. He needed Carla; he needed to see her, to really be with her. That night Don's fingers nervously danced over the keyboard. It was the middle of winter and it was not going to get any warmer anytime soon. He didn't want to wait three or four more months until summer to surprise Carla. Without being too forthcoming about his plan, he asked Carla questions about her upcoming schedule. Answering his innocent questions, Carla told him what her work and family schedule was for the next few weeks. By the end of their chat, Don had skillfully planned the best time to convince Carla to meet him for a long weekend. That weekend would be mid-February, President's Day weekend for him in Virginia and Family Day weekend for her in Canada. It was perfect, she had no commitments, he would add the days to the back end of a business to the west coast. More important it was less than four weeks away. With that in mind his physical arousal and his emotional excitement peaked as he continued to chat late into the night with Carla. He was determined to persuade her to meet him in Las Vegas. He had to see her and touch her. He had to realize the fantasy they had created in the short time they had been 'together'. It took a lot of convincing to get Carla to understand he was being real. He did want to meet her, in person. Even more nervously Carla's fingers caressed her keyboard, but she finally agreed. Before the week was out Don had made all the arrangements for a nice hotel room. He reserved a suite at one of the most prestigious and glitzy high rise hotels on the Vegas Strip, the Bellagio. He booked their respective flights, sending her an e-ticket to catch her flight from Canada. They would meet on Friday and then have a full two days and three nights together. It was to be a three-day fantasy come true. After nearly five months in the making, the moment had arrived. Sitting alone in his row on the plane Don's whole body was tense with anticipation. Not that it should have mattered but sitting there flipping through the airline magazine he realized he had not masturbated all week. Even after a couple of very passionate chats with Carla in the past few days he had restrained himself somehow. He could not remember the last time he had gone a week or more without indulging himself with even a solo quickie. That morning was the toughest mostly because he had awakened from a dream filled with vivid images of Carla, her virtual body, her virtual smell and taste, all so real. He had been harder than he could remember as he laid there in the Seattle hotel bed. But he contained his physical arousal all through his normal morning routine, even through soaping up his manhood during his shower. He left the west coast town to complete his 'business trip'. So there he sat with spoken promises from his last chat with Carla the previous evening sending thoughts reeling through his mind, all to the point his erection had fully returned as it had when he awoke five hours earlier. The duration and intensity of his arousal was bordering on both the ridiculous and the painful. The expectation of what was to come the moment he and Carla made it to their hotel room was beyond any blissful fantasy he'd previously written and posted to Literotica. He reached down to touch himself under the magazine covering his lap. He was wearing a new looser pair of boxers that allowed his stiff manhood room to expand. He was fully hard with excitement sitting there in seat 23B. He was surprised he could still be so patient, but then the thought of getting up and going to the plane's lavatory to have a good hot stroke was not all that appealing. He had waited this long he told himself, he was going to wait for Carla now. Don's flight arrived on time in Las Vegas at 3:45 Friday afternoon. He immediately left his arrival gate and went off toward Carla's intended international arrival gate. As he made his way he wondered almost anxiously if Carla would be as excited to see him as he was to see her. It was already 4:15 when he stood off to the side of the gate area to catch a glimpse of his 'lover' as she stepped through the entryway. He checked his watch for the fourth time. It had only been another two minutes, but then... The entryway opened and he began scouring the large group coming through the door. Every blonde woman that came through the passageway would cause him to crane his neck to look for Carla's face. After nearly a dozen women had come through and headed away, he began to wonder if he had missed her, or worse maybe she had changed her mind and not come. Don was beginning to feel dejected when from out of the shadowy entrance he saw her. He saw the lovely blonde-haired Carla he had seen only in e-mailed pictures up to this point. It was her and she strode out of the entryway, her back straight, her gaze fixed straight ahead. Her shoulders high with her carry-on clenched between her elbow and her ribs. He watched as she walked between the roped pylons and closer to him. His eyes never wavered from her face and he immediately realized just how much more he wanted this woman, how much he had come to want her all these months. A part of him wanted to walk right up to her and introduce himself for the first time face to face, then whisk her off to a quiet corner somewhere and kiss the hell out of her. The other part of him was cemented in place realizing he was also as nervous as he'd ever been in his entire life. Then her eyes met his. Don smiled and slowly walked toward her. His anxiety raised another notch as he took in the rest of her. She looked so wonderful in her crisp white blouse under an open sweater. Her snug blue jeans hugging her curves like a racecar to a track. Her high heeled boots making a soft click against the tiled floor. His heart raced as he looked at her, she was so inviting. The thought that he might actually get to realize all of his fantasies after all washed over him. He took another nervous stride and looked back to her face. He suddenly found himself almost frozen in place again as he stopped a couple of paces from her and looked into those beautiful blue eyes. They were so striking, so familiar. He had only seen a picture of them before this, but they were very much Carla's. A renewed flush came over his body. Carla smiled up at him, the nervousness apparent. Silently she held out her hand for him to take. "Hi Don." "Hello Carla." The touch of her hand in his did nothing to ease the sexual tension he had built up to this point. "It's wonderful to finally meet you," was all he could muster to add. They were together for the first time...the first time in the real world anyway. He looked at her and said what only naturally came to his mind next, "How was your trip?" "Fine." The simple equally nervous reply came. They both stood silent for the next several seconds, looking at each other. Still holding her hand at arm's length, Don finally spoke. "Carla, I want to thank you for coming. Hopefully I will make your trip worthwhile. Just being with you this close is a pleasure for me already." "Thanks for inviting me," she replied barely above a whisper. Reluctantly she pulled her hand back only so she could adjust the carry-on back on her shoulder. "You're welcome." Don said his voice shaky as he watched her soft hand draw away. "So, where are we staying? You've kept everything except the days and times such a secret." She asked shifting her carry-on to her other shoulder now. "It's still a secret." Realizing his need to touch her, his free hand drifted up her forearm. "Let's go get our bags and you'll know more as we go along." They talked casually on the short walk to the baggage carousels. Outwardly acting fairly comfortable with each other, but inside they were both nervous wrecks. Don tried to keep himself from leering at the woman, but he could not get enough of her. For Carla, the touch of his arm when it brushed hers, even through her sweater and blouse, sent shivers through her body. She imagined being pressed up against him, with quite literally, nothing between her skin and his hands. They retrieved their bags and went on out to the rental car. Smiling at each other, they sat in the car for a long moment neither feeling the need to talk. The images and ideas they'd discussed only electronically over the months flashed through their respective minds. The drive to the Strip gave them each time to look the other over and even more time to extend their fantasies of what it was going to be like finally being together for real. As Don checked them in, his wildly beating heart told him he was still nervous, but he mustered up the courage to speak. "You look beautiful," he said turning back to Carla after he finished signing the paper for the desk clerk. "Thank you." Carla replied. She blushed slightly at the compliment. "Be honest, did you think I wasn't going to come?" "Not for a moment," Don answered, lying only half-heartedly. "But there is one thing I'd like to ask of you and hopefully you won't mind." "Sure anything." Carla's mind went in a hundred directions with that simple statement from the just above innocent to the truly sexy. Her body shivered from deep inside this time. "Let's take it slow, get to know one another. I mean, know one another up close and real like this." "I think I know why." Carla giggled at the thought of going slow. "Yes, I'm thoroughly nervous like all get out right now." Don stared down as he shuffled his left foot around the carpeted floor of the Bellagio grand foyer. "You know you can have all the time you need to warm up to this." Carla grinned and nibbled her lower lip. They both knew it wasn't really what they had wanted to happen after all these months in the preparation for this moment. They had been ravaging each other and exploring all sorts of things between them in their cyber space affair. Their bodies wanted to commence with the real thing. Don swallowed hard. "How about we get something to eat first? There are great restaurants here and besides you must be hungry from the long flight. How about an early dinner?" "I am hungry." Carla answered. "Why don't you feed this poor deprived girl and show her a good time before you take advantage of her. An early dinner will give us that much more time to get to know one another even more intimately." She flashed him a heart-pounding smile and took hold of his arm. Don's heart fluttered a whole new rhythm at the touch of her hand on his sleeve as he led her off to the nearest restaurant. His haste also was supported by the need to sit down as his desire was beginning to show in his loose boxers and pants again. On their way out Don tipped the bellman to take their luggage on to their room. Don and Carla talked over a light dinner, sharing more tidbits of the commonality of their wants and likes that had first brought them together over the last five months of on-line chatting. Don flirted with her as much as he ever had; only now he could enjoy watching the pink rise in her face as she blushed at his more suggestive comments. He kept looking at her eyes, and her smile, having to mentally force himself to listen and not get lost in her sparkling blue eyes. The waiter took their plates as they continued to share the things that pleased them and the people and places they enjoyed. The pair had both long since begun to relax, but there was still an underlying pulse-quickening emotion as well as sexual tension between them. "We have shared a lot with each other haven't we?" Don asked as he signed the restaurant bill off to their room. "Yes, and I like it. That I have someone to confide in; someone I can connect with." Carla sipped on the glass of wine the waiter had just refilled. Another silent pause fell between them, but they spoke plenty looking deeply into one another's eyes. It was Carla that finally said what they were both thinking. "I promised we'd wait, but I don't think I can any longer. Do you mind if we take our wine up to the room?" "Yes, let's continue this someplace a little more private." Don agreed. Carla smiled, her eyes flashing a silent desire. "To our suite then." Don said picking up his glass and coming around the table to hold Carla's chair as she stood with wine glass in hand. He led her to the elevators on the other side of the lobby and pressed the 'Up' button without another word said between them. Mutual pulses reverberated in their ears. As the elevator rose, Don stood beside Carla, but he wanted to be even closer. He could smell her perfume, but what he really wanted was to touch her. For Carla, the nearness of his body sent still another shiver through her when she caught a whiff of his scent. It was a mixture of cologne and that natural male arousal. It teased her senses and had her body thrumming in anticipation. Finally alone in the elevator after a couple of stops at lower floors, Don reached out and put his hand on her waist squeezing it gently with his long strong fingers. An involuntary quiver coursed through Carla's body and she couldn't restrain a nervous giggle. He enjoyed her laugh, he had so enjoyed her mind in her writing and their late night chats, but he wanted more, he wanted to hold her, to have her sooner rather than later. Carla made no objection to his touch, so he stepped closer until he was standing with his body pressed against her back. She leaned backwards into him as his arm went fully around her waist, touching her ever so lightly with his fingertips. Her body trembled at the anticipation of him touching her more, more parts of her yet to be explored. His hand moved slowly upward, finding its resting place just under her right breast. As he caressed gently she could feel her nipple swell as it grew under his light touch. She could feel her breathing quicken in anticipation of what he might do next. His fingers eased up over her blouse and caressed her breast. Just as he was beginning to gently knead the fullness with his eager hand the elevator slowed to a stop. Don abruptly pulled his hand and body back as Carla smoothed her sweater back into place just as quickly. Both blushed as the doors opened and a young couple stood facing them. "Going up?" the young man asked. Don looked at him, smiled, and replied, "Yes, on the way." Don answered with a smile, thinking to himself, if only he and the young woman with him could see the front of his pants, they'd know which direction he was headed. Luckily he stood behind Carla who was by then having some difficulties of her own trying to keep a straight face as she could feel his arousal rub up against her backside. The young couple stepped in, the young man hit a floor button, and then he turned and was all over the girl. She returned his eagerness and passion. Don and Carla made eye contact, first grinned, before both choked back a knowing laugh. Here they were heading toward what they hoped would be as passionate and a much younger version of them was going at it right in front of them. The elevator warmed a few degrees before it stopped on the sixteenth floor. The younger lovers briefly paused their groping long enough to exit. "Congratulations," Don called after figuring they were newlyweds. "Thank you. You guys have a great time, too." The young woman called and winked just before the doors closed. Don and Carla could no longer hold back and they literally burst out laughing. As they quieted, their own feelings were not lost between them. Carla stood there looking straight ahead at the elevator doors. Don looked up over her blonde head, wanting to resume what the two of them had started before being interrupted by the young ones. Suddenly feeing awkward, wanting to reach for Carla but worried they might get caught again, he stood for the next few silent moments behind her until the doors opened on the twenty-eighth floor. Carla was more than ready to escape the confines of the elevator, not to be parted from Don, but to get to their room. She wanted him. She had wanted him for so long, but she felt her nerves stretching thin and she certainly did not want to lose her courage now. Don reached for the key card in his pocket, brushing the ever-present anticipation in his manhood as he fished for it. Retrieving the card he put it in the slot and unlocked the door to their suite, their weekend retreat. He held the door to the sumptuous suite for Carla. "Wow! This room is like a small apartment." It was something Carla had only seen in movies. The suite had a living room, with a dining area and separate bedroom. There was even a small bathroom, a powder room off the foyer. Everything was spotless and completely indulgent in its opulence. "Do you approve?" Don asked as he closed the door behind them. "I can't believe this place Don. It's perfect." Her eyes gazed out into the main room and beyond to the city out the large paned windows. The sun was lowering in the sky and it gave off a reddish orange glow. She could feel the warmth on her face as well as they heat that was building within her body. "To be honest I originally booked a full view of the fountain, a junior suite they call it. But last week they sent me an e-mail saying they had a cancellation for this suite and offered me a free upgrade with my frequent flyer points." He put out his hand and stroked her arm. "I think you deserve to have a nicer room to relax in for a few days." "Thank you. I love it." She advanced further into the room then looked back over her shoulder at Don. "But I don't plan to relax the whole time." She winked at him, mimicking that same gesture of the young woman in the elevator. The look, the gesture was not lost on Don as his eyes met hers. He could feel the renewed anticipation between them. Everything that he'd fantasized about all these months was going to happen. He looked at her in awe and at how much more wonderful she was in real life. He walked up behind her, until he could feel her warmth through their clothes again. "You want to try out the bed and see if it is as comfortable as it looks?" She leaned back as she looked into the bedroom and saw the huge kind-sized bed adorned with numerous pillows. She leaned back into him until she could look up into his eyes. She watched him intently, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. She had promised to go slow and she didn't want to unnerve him now. Standing together he touched the smooth skin between her neck and her shoulder and moved down until it rested on the top of her breast. Without hesitation, he slid his fingers under the material of her blouse and continued moving down until he reached her nipple. When his hand cupped her breast, Carla's eyes closed. He could no longer hide his burning desire for her, he needed to feel her skin, touch her warmth. Rendezvous – Vegas Weekend (Friday) "Oh, that feels good," Carla sighed. "I've been waiting to feel that for so very long." She smiled up at him licking her lips. Her mouth opened when he proceeded to pinch her nipple, but she didn't make a sound. Her eyes opened again when Don withdrew his hand from under her blouse. She turned, leaned up, and put her arms around his neck, the wine glass still in her right hand. They kissed. Her tongue danced in his mouth while she ground her lips against his. His emotions finally burst forth and he put his free hand on the back of her head and attacked her mouth with the pent up passion that had been building since he met her that first night on-line. Her lips were full and soft and her tongue explored his mouth with unbridled passion. But Don was not surprised, he was pleasantly reassured at how insistently her tongue met his and he opened his mouth wide to let her in further still. The kiss felt very intimate. His hand, with the wine glass still in it, slid down to her waist and as the kiss lingered it slipped further down until he stroked her smooth jeans clad buttocks with his wrist. Don's touch on her backside felt delicious and a small contented mewling escaped from Carla's mouth into his. Her free hand moved up to his head spreading her fingers in his gray-tinged brown hair. All the while they were kissing Don had been waltzing Carla backwards but he stopped when his foot hit the wall beside the bedroom doorway. He leaned against her, pinning her against the door frame. He nibbled her neck, licking his way slowly from the hollow of her collarbone up to her ear. He encircled her with his arms, reaching around so he could stroke the sides of her breast, ever so lightly. Carla was grateful for the wall behind her, her knees felt weak and her thighs began to tremble when Don licked her ear and whispered, "Just you and me now, nobody else. There's no one around watching over our shoulders as we chat together on our computers." But someone was watching. Carla looked past his strong shoulder and saw herself in the mirror. She was shocked. She looked positively lewd with her hands on him and his hands on her breast and butt. Her face was flushed and her breasts tingled as Don eased back from her and she saw her nipples clearly defined through her blouse and bra. "Oh, my," she breathily whispered and the wine glass hit the wall. "Here, let me." Don reached for her wine glass. He turned and put both glasses on the table beside them. Then he reached back up and stroked her blonde bangs and looked into her radiant blue eyes. "I want you Carla." Carla breathed deeply and exhaled, closing her eyes she wanted to take in the full romance of the moment. By now, Don had her face in both hands and gently kissed each closed eye, the tip of her nose, and the corners of her mouth. Hungrily he opened his mouth and he covered hers with his. Carla reached behind him and tugged his shirt from his pants. His shirt was still too tight for her to reach through and touch the bare skin of his chest so she pushed him away a little to allow her to unbutton it. She found that even as she slowly worked the buttons open she could not tear her gaze from his. She was so easily lost in the deep gray pools of his eyes and they glared lustily down at her. Finally pushing the shirt from his shoulders she stroked his well defined chest with her palm. She spread her fingers through the dark triangle of hair between his up raised manly nipples. But she was still eager for more and she wanted to taste of him. She leaned in and flicked her tongue over his pebble-hard nipples alternately sucking each one between her lips and teeth. Don at first groaned and then melted when he felt her hot moist tongue lick and then her teeth nibble his hard nipples. His head fell back and he looked to the ceiling his breath momentarily stolen by her lust filled actions. He had not felt sensations such as this for some time. He'd tweak his own nipples when he'd masturbate, which made him ever harder, but it never felt this good. Carla knew she was truly affecting him when she felt and heard him moan wantonly. She continued alternately sucking his nipples between her lips and biting down on them gently while her hand played down over his stomach. Tugging his shirt the rest of the way from his pants she let it fall to the floor as she ran her tongue from one hard, wet nipple down to his deep navel. Looking up into his eyes, she knelt in front of him, running her tongue down further to his belted waistband as her hand rested almost shyly over his zippered fly. The heat from Carla's hand washed through Don's pants and made his already heavy and stimulated manhood even hotter. He looked down at her and watched as her tongue circled around his stomach while occasionally the wet tip slipped under his belt line. He inhaled sharply and held his breath. The sensation of Carla's touch was so intense it made him weak and dizzy. Then her abrupt halting of what she was doing to him brought him back to reality. He opened his mouth trying to say something, anything. Carla stood and pressed the side of her finger to her lips, "Shh, just watch." Intently Don did watch as she slipped off her sweater, letting it fall where she stood. His eyes never leaving her, he watched as she began to unbutton her blouse. In silent awe he gazed upon this woman as she slipped her blouse off and reached around to unhook her bra. He was hardly conscious he was undoing his own belt and unbuttoning his pants as she pulled the bra from her shoulders. Don's eyes widened as he gazed upon her. His mouth watered as he stared upon the natural curve of Carla's breasts. The sight of her erect nipples alone sent a near-painful surge through him, right down to his groin. Her nipples pointed slightly upward and her shiny pink areolas were just a shade darker than her skin. It was then, looking at those wonderful bared globes of womanhood that he realized he and Carla were so much alike at that moment. As he unzipped his pants he knew how sure he was her breasts had been as ready as his penis was to be released, wanting to be touched, needing to be soothed. Carla smiled at Don as she ran her fingers over the outer edges of each breast before cupping them in her palms. Letting her hands slip down her bare torso ever so slowly her smile did not change. Her intent gaze only burned hotter as she enticed him. Watching her eyes, he barely noticed she was unbuttoning her jeans and had her zipper halfway undone. "Damn, I need to take my boots off first." Carla broke the sexually tense silence. Moving over to the couch she sat down and reached for her left boot. "Wait!" Don almost yelled, actually startling Carla. She looked up at him questioningly. "I mean, please, let me take them off." Don walked over to her and stood there staring down at her for a long moment. Carla's smile slowly returned and as it did her left leg raised up until the boot heel rested against Don's thigh. Don cupped the heel of her boot in one hand and the toe with his other. Without looking away from her blue eyes he slowly pulled the boot off. He watched her face until the supple leather slid from her bare foot, then his gaze shifted downward when the back of his hand brushed against the soft skin of her foot. The touch drew him in; he needed to touch her again. His warm hand lingered against the sole of her foot caressing it gently. Carla could feel his desire, his need, but she had another idea. She bent her leg, pulling her foot from his hand and pointed her toes, which extended her leg allowing her toes to wander up his inner thigh. Don sucked in another deep breath and pressed his hips forward feeling the pressure of her individual toes caressing him. Carla bit her lower lip to stifle a full laugh and just giggled at the reaction she was getting from her lover. "Uh, let me get the other one," Don struggled to get the words out. Don repeated the same motion with her right boot. His hand lingered on the warm soft skin of this foot until Carla raised it to his stomach and this time ran it downward to where both her feet felt his excited manhood through his pants. She turned her feet a bit and allowed her arches to cup his very obvious desire. Don moaned aloud. "Oh Carla, I've waited for this moment for too long a time." "Me too." She whispered seductively. Unzipping her jeans the rest of the way, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband, bracing her back against the cushions she raised her bottom up rocking back and forth until her jeans were down at her knees. Grabbing the bottom of her jeans Don helped pull them the rest of the way off her legs. "So now you get to see the color for yourself." Carla said as Don tossed her jeans on the couch beside her. "What?" Don tried to keep his eyes on hers but the display of her near naked body was too much of a sight not to drink in. He looked her up and down, from her lovely blonde mane to the painted toes resting on the floor between his feet. "These silly." Carla's hands ran down over her belly until they rested on her last vestige of modesty covering the center of her sex. "Oh, yes, orange." Don stared down at her panties. "Peach actually." Carla replied as her hands reached for the top of her underwear. Looking up into Don's nearly glazed over gray eyes she licked her lips and slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband. Don stood mesmerized as he watched the outline of her fingers extend down to the crotch. He could tell her fingers massaged that intimate area as she thrust her hips forward. Then with both hands she lowered the panties. You would have thought he hadn't had sex with a woman in years the way Don was entranced with her removing her underwear. Inch by inch her exposed sex became visible, slowly being displayed like a long awaited prize. Don inhaled but totally forgot to exhale as his eyes fell upon her bared sex. Carla had described this treasure to him during many of their late night chats. She had described how she would neatly trim herself until only a 'landing strip' of pubic hair remained immediately above. The rest of her sex was smoothly shaved. Now up close and personal, Don was overwhelmed with the beauty and sexiness of what he saw. Not even the finest wisp of blondish hair covered the folds of her pink lips. When her panties were half way down her thighs she lifted her one leg slightly to accommodate their complete removal, that one slight movement exposed even more pinkness of the bare sex sans pubic hair. He had never seen anything so desirable, so delectable in his life. He licked his lips not once, not twice, but three times. The bareness and the open display of moistness were not distracted by the dark thatch he was normally used to back home. This was more erotic than anything he had ever seen in his over fifty years. His eyes widened more when he saw her clitoris was even extending from its pink hooded cover. He surmised it must have been as eager for some loving as the manhood extending fully down in his pants was at that very moment. When he finally did exhale Carla tossed the small piece of dainty cloth atop her jeans. She sat there completely naked before Don, her legs spread slightly apart. She let her lover take in the sight of her body, all the while feeling herself reacting to the growing sexual tension. "Do you like it?" Carla asked nodding downward. "I know you said you'd never seen a shaved, bare one before." Don swallowed hard and looked back up into her eyes. "You're the sexiest woman in the world." "Thank you," she nodded pertly, her blue eyes sparkling, her blond hair shining, and the cleft between her smooth legs all too inviting. He wanted more than anything to be melded with her wonderfully sensuous body right then. As her lover looked at her, Carla looked at his swollen desire evident as it had ever been, tenting out his pants. "Come here." She whispered to him and held out her arms, her body completely open to him. Don knelt slowly and tucked his arms around her as she clutched him tightly. His lips came down on hers hungrily. They had talked a lot about how important kissing was to the both of them. This was a kiss to be remembered. It was soft and tender, and hard and passionate all at the same time. They both felt it, the wanton desire they had for each other, the need to consummate this connection. Even amongst the passion of the moment they both had a flash of authorship cross their minds and they both knew this kiss, the feeling, the very intense emotion would be added to their respective story writing sometime soon. Don ran his hands over Carla's skin, touching her everywhere he could. They kissed more and more, their fires fully ignited, flaring up with each new touch or caress. Five months of teasing had finally culminated itself in this moment, this place. Their extended on-line foreplay had become pure enjoyment as the emotions welled up, threatening to carry them away. Don leaned back and gazed into her eyes, filled with their shared excitement he whispered, "Are you ready?" She looked back at him and replied, "Yes, and then some". Don sat back on the floor and pressed a gentle kiss on her legs. He worked his way up her calves and passed her knees, kissing and licking all the way. Carla's sighs grew louder and more excited with each touch of his moist lips. As he started up her thighs, she spread her legs out to give him full access. He kissed and licked her warm inner thighs back and forth, moving ever closer to her bare sex. He worked his way up until his lips nibbled at the lips of her heated dampness. This close now he stared right at her clit which was still peeking out at him from her bare folds. "Taste good?" she asked. "Um-hum" He mumbled, without stopping. He tasted of her sweetness, which in his writer's mind truly tasted like honeyed nectar. This treat was delicious. He knew he could lie between her thighs all night, subsisting on only the juices flowing freely from her body. "Mmmmmm...it feels heavenly from here," she said. Don slid his tongue down toward his fingers as he opened them to expose the raw pinkness within her. His eyes traveled from there, up past the small patch of soft blondish hair and on up to her beautiful blue eyes gazing down at him. He smiled, keeping eye contact as his tongue snaked out and touched her. By the time he reached that delectable center, her pelvis was rocking with involuntary movements. His tongue flitted up until he lightly grazed her clit. Carla writhed and moved with sensual grace on the couch, "Mmmmmmm!" she hummed. "Oh Don, that feels so good!" He felt her body tense and he doubled his focus on her clit with his eager tongue. "Oh yeah!" she gasped. "Oh damn it yes!" She began to convulse. Don was so amazed and somewhat astonished at her immediate passionate response. He watched for a moment as her hips bucked against his face. After a moment of silence, she nearly screamed at him, "No...there, do it, lick me. Oh yes, don't stop!" Carla arched her hips upwards, still staring down at him. He continued to smile, thinking he'd hardly started, but knowing he had done this a hundred times to her in his mind as they chatted virtually. But her flattery worked, making him me feel good, urging him on. He found himself enjoying everything about pleasuring this woman, from the soft sighs escaping from her lips to the succulent warmth of her thighs pressed against his cheeks. He licked and teased, probing with his tongue, working it deeper inside her, and then slowly eased back to flick across her clit. "Oh, you do that so well!" Carla called out to him from above. He could always tell when his wife was close by the way their hips moved and the way her breathing became erratic. But Carla was different. It was like a wave washed over her from out of nowhere, making her gasp and she thrust her pussy towards me, then withdrew. But he rode the waves with her as his tongue chased after her and she returned for more. And he loved each undulation of her body, each sigh, each facial expression on that lovely face. Carla's hands slid through his hair clutching handfuls, her body uncontrollably writhing as he licked her. The effect was beautiful, with Carla gasping and enjoying every moment, his hands caressed her thighs, cupped her ass, and teased her all over. When he flicked her clit straight on out of nowhere, she arched her back, crying out as if in pleasure and pain both. "You don't like that?" "Please!" "Please yes, or please no?" "Yes! Please yes!" She couldn't help raising her hips, exposing her clit even more and he took advantage of it and slicked his tongue down and up. She could feel the sensations course through her whole body. "Yes, I want you so badly." She could feel the warmth throughout her whole body, pulsing and clenching. For Carla, it was the most pleasurable pain she had ever felt and her body began to shake. Don raised his head, "And I want you, too." He looked at her stretched back on the couch, chest heaving as she gasped for the air her body needed. Her full breasts rose and fell, their rigid nipples pointing straight upwards. He ran a hand along her hip and upwards to capture one and tease it with gentle tugs. He lowered his mouth to her stomach and slowly kissed his way to the erect tip he was teasing and took it into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue. As he stoked the fires again he gently rested his body against hers. "Yes, Don, please. I need you inside me. I can't stand it anymore, please!" Her eyes were glazed with passion and she thrust her hips up at him in invitation. "You don't want me to keep licking you down there?" He asked. "I thought you liked it." "I do, I do!" Carla breathed had as she scrunched down further on the couch, her thighs wedging around his. "I want you; I want him," she nodded between his legs, "now. Get him inside me now!" Don could only smile and relish the moment of a woman so much wanting him to do so much for her. He stood slowly and pushed both his pants and boxers down his hips in one motion letting them fall the rest of the way on their own until they settled in a heap around his ankles. Carla inhaled sharply at the sight of him. She thought he had been exaggerating just a bit when he told her early on in their chats about how long and thick he was. He had sent a few photos in e-mail of his manhood, but it was only relative in those small two-dimensional perspectives. Now, it became real right in front of her. His cock was exactly what he had said. Only now she felt a moment of nervousness spreading through her once again, even though the anticipation at the feel of him caressing the inside of her body, filling her, made her wetter yet. She wanted it, she wanted him. This manhood was to be hers and she was determined to have it all. Don looked down at Carla as she laid on the couch waiting for him to come to her. He stopped for just a moment to reflect on the fantastic cyber sex they had had separately more than a thousand miles apart. That was sex, but this was the time for making love. It was a time for putting aside any reservations he may have had, a time to give one another what they knew they wanted, they needed. Don was ready with his thick cock. Carla lay ready for the taking. Only he had to interrupt the passionate moment with another real life consideration. "I know I told you I've had a vasectomy, but would you feel more comfortable if I still used a condom? I did bring some." He felt himself blush at having to bring up something so personal. She swallowed and shook her head and in a breathy voice said, "I trust you. Besides, remember I told you I'm clean and had my tubes tied." Rendezvous – Vegas Weekend (Friday) "I trust you too." Don whispered back as he put one knee on the edge of the large overstuffed couch, leaned forward to rest his hands, one on each side of her torso, all the while continuing to look into her eyes. The longing expression did not make him nervous anymore as she was telling him to take her body now. Carla raised her arms and grasped his shoulders to raise herself up. Their lips met softly as he lowered his weight onto her. Then their kisses became more and more passionate, their bodies together at last, their skin alive with the excitement of finally being in contact with each other. Their mouths, their chests, hips and legs, all touching, were all aflame with the anticipation of the heated sex that would come next. "You don't know how long I've waited for this, how much I've wanted this," Don whispered. "I want you, Carla." "Yes, I do. I want you, too. Please, make love to me. I want to feel you in me." Carla whispered back. Don eased up as he wedged his hips between her open thighs and watched as she reached between them to guide his manhood to the wet pussy lips that awaited it. As his member slid easily into the bright pink opening he could feel how wet she was with excitement, her sticky wetness spread over his shaft as he slowly penetrated her. "You are really hard." She paused and took a huge breath and relaxed some. "Make me feel it Don. Make me feel that big hard cock of yours." Her blonde bangs slid back off her forehead as she sank back into the cushions. Carla felt herself stretch around him. It was more than wonderful. She felt him touch her everywhere as he ever so slowly sank further into her. "Oh yessss! Uh! Yes, that's it!" Her arms rested on his shoulders as he continued to go still deeper into her body. Together they tingled with the reality of the perfect moment in time. As Don lowered his body to Carla's he stroked her with his manhood ever so slowly, being sure to find just the right angle, being sure not to go too fast, but not too slowly either. Don kept stroking her with the same first five inches of his manhood, sliding in and out of her wetness as her sex accustomed itself to his girth, to the thickness of it moving within her. The soft, sensual texture of her skin, the warm wetness that moistened his shaft roused the lustful animal in Don, and for the first time in many years he wanted to be ever so deep inside a woman, he wanted to feel the full extent and abandon of being with a woman and having himself buried inside a woman that really wanted him that way. "I've wished for so long for it to be your cock in me, instead of my fingers in me," Carla spoke. "I have truly imagined you stroking inside my lovely, lonely 'girl'" Don looked into her beautiful blue eyes as he pushed his hard, thick cock into her, penetrating her harder and deeper...now six inches of him. Each thrust accepted was obvious in her expression and she wanted more. "You don't know how much I want you right now." Don told her honestly as a low moan escaped his lips. Carla reached around him to grasp his butt cheeks. Her voice cracked as she called out to him, "I want you. I want all of you!" He did not restrain himself anymore. The fire had built to an inferno within his entire body for this woman. He pressed into her body ever deeper until his full seven and half inches was fully inside the heat of his lover. He stalled and savored the feeling of this woman, the real thing, no longer the image of her in his mind and his left hand wrapped around his hard cock. This was his new lover, this was Carla. He eased back and slowly edged back into her. Carla's eyes rolled back and she enjoyed the incredible feeling. "I knew you'd feel good in me. I knew you'd fit nice and snug inside me. This is so good." They began to move as one, their bodies synchronized. Their breathing became mutually heavy and labored. They both smiled at the tenderness and passion of the moment. Carla lay there as Don started to move again, pushing all of himself into her with all of the tenderness he could offer her. It was a moment of pleasure as he began to rhythmically stroke in and out of her waiting womanhood, but soon the passion, the ecstasy of their union had him thrusting faster. Carla started thrusting in a mirror image of his up and down motion and she accepted him into her hot wet pussy, wanting him to make it even wetter. Their joined chorus of moaning pleasure turned to groans of delight and then to uninhibited yelps of ecstatic joy. Their hips crashed together and with each of Don's mighty thrusts, Carla's heated sex fully engulfed and bore down on his extremely hard cock. It wasn't long before their bodies were near exhaustion, but their individual wills to fulfill their identical ultimate fantasy was controlling them both as they ventured on toward the exquisite climax that was to be theirs. The time of being able to stay the inevitable was past as both were weakened physically, but their hearts pounded resoundingly with passion hard and fast in their chests. They both knew they could not stop, not even if they wanted to. The hotel could have burned down around them and they would not have stopped. Then they were both fully ready. It was Don's voice that cracked this time, "Cum for me! Cum for me! I'm so ready to explode." He pumped into her and she was trying to thrust back at him and pull away at the same time. "I always...think...about you...My Lady." He pumped within her so hard by now. "I want..." She could hardly speak, "you..." Her body wanted him deeper. Don gripped her body and held it as he thrust as deep and fast as he was able. The fully swollen head of his throbbing cock hit the bottom of her pussy over and over. His body quivered, wracked with the intense sensation of his impending orgasm, "I want...you...so badly." "Don't stop baby!" She almost screamed. "Oh Don, you've made me sooo..." then there was silence. Then a heavy sigh and..."I am going to cum!" "Yes! Cum...for me!" He could feel it. Her moans were the only sound he could hear. He rode her hard, holding nothing back. Finally...came the roar..."Ooooh yessssssss, I'm cumming!!" Carla nearly screamed. He could actually feel her pussy tightening around his shaft. She clamped around him as she came. "Yeah...baby...cum hard!" He yelled back. "Cumming...yessssss, mmmmmm...oh Donnnn!" She wrapped her legs about his torso and forced the issue sending the building tremors from her body to his. Don had never felt this for so long. He had held back all these several now years with his wife, content to enjoy just getting his cock into her at all. His cock swelled as the last of his reserve left him. He yielded to the overpowering pleasure and his lover's urges, "Yes...Ohhh, yessssss!" He did as he had thought to not do. He pumped her, thrust harder and harder, loving the way he was banging the inside of her and the way she was arching off the couch. He had not been this liberated to be a man in so many years. Carla moved with him and the cries she let out as her orgasm continued had Don beyond thought. He eased his head down and kissed her lips. She felt his extreme passion leave his mouth and enter hers. Their groans united into the same chant of ecstatic pleasure as they thrust together. He lost all control and slammed into her as his orgasm overtook him. Carla screamed out with his last deep thrust, and then launched into another orgasm of her own as his hot semen forcefully squirted against her inner sex. His entire body had a physically frenzied spasm with each spurt of hot jism released inside of her and it seemed to go on forever. He shouted out loud as his body shuddered to its last ejaculation, "Ahhhh, damn it yes!" Their sexual juices flowed together at last. One's pleasure upon the other as they trembled in one another's arms. Carla kept her legs wrapped around him as they each calmed and caught their respective breaths. She placed a hand on his chest and could feel his rapid heartbeat, feel the heaving of his chest struggling to settle back into an easy pace of normal breathing. When Don raised his head, his eyes captured hers. He cupped her cheek in one hand. "Be honest. Did I hurt you?" His eyes showed serious concern. "No. A little at first maybe, but I wanted it. And I want it again as soon as I can." She ran her fingertips where her gaze had fallen to, along his full bottom lip. His tongue darted out to lick it. When she slipped the errant finger into his mouth, sliding it in and out between his lips, he felt his wilting cock, slip from her sex and slide against her warm thigh. "You keep that up and you'll get it now, sore or not." He said rolling himself off beside her on the wide sofa. Carla smiled in response and lowered her hand to trace the veins on his softened cock. "I would love to, but not sure he could go again so soon." Don chuckled and rubbed her legs. "You know, I haven't done that for a long time. I mean just doing it, totally abandoning myself to the moment." "How do you feel now?" She asked gently with a satisfied grin spreading across her face. "Great!" "I thought you would. I think it did us both a world of good just to do it as soon as we got to our room." She smiled up at him and then asked, "You know what I liked best?" He stretched and reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. "What?" "It was so totally spontaneous." "It may have seemed that way, but I'm thinking I did it so I wouldn't have time to get stage fright." He smiled and let out another nervous chuckle. "You're even sillier in person than you are on-line." She playfully smacked his cheek. Don took her hand and kissed the palm, pulled his hand back and stared into a mirror across the room. "It, sex, has become kind of well...mechanical for us, my wife and me." He sat back on his haunches a bit. "Like, when we have sex, there's some kissing, and then some caressing, and then some general touching and then I go down on her and then we do it. Done." Carla winced at the almost pain she saw in his face. But she liked that he could be open with her about his relationship with his wife. He had been that way in their chats and e-mails over the months. It had made her feel totally comfortable with him then and even more so now. Carla reached out and laced her fingers with his, "You didn't show it here. I didn't notice your technique being at all rusty." He looked back into her eyes and a smile grew on his lips. "It's actually the most alive sexually I've felt in years." "Me too," she said. "And just think, we still have the whole weekend ahead of us." Carla sat up and his hungry eyes looked down to see their combined wetness drip from her, coating her thighs in thick creamy liquid. He reached his free hand out and ran his index finger through it and held it up. "I wonder how much of this I have in me." He grinned looking at his fingertip. Carla leaned up and took the wet digit. Holding his stare she sucked their juices into her mouth. She let her lips pull over his skin before she released it with an audible pop. "I hope you have plenty more where that came from." She gave him a very seductive smile. Don swallowed hard at her surprising action. That's when he realized he was very parched. He reached behind him and retrieved their glasses of wine. "Here you go." He handed Carla hers. "Oh, yes, thank you. All that gasping for breath worked up a thirst." She could still feel herself pulsing from the last orgasm. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again. "Yes, I'm fine, a bit worn, but I'll be okay. How about you?" She replied. Don looked into her eyes and returned, "I'm more than wonderful. You are more than I could ever have imagined and believe me I have in all my greatest fantasies." "But I bet you never made this big a mess." Carla spread her legs a little further and they both looked down at the huge oval of wetness and the smears of his thick semen across the sofa cushion. "Damn. I'll go get a towel." "What's done is done. It felt so good and I don't care what messes we make this weekend if it is going to be that good." "Well, would you like to take a shower?" Don eased back into his end of the sofa and gulped his wine. "That would be great. I'm a lot sticky and sweaty," Carla said and then rose up on her elbow and sipped from her glass. "Will you come wash my back?" "I could not refuse such a beautiful woman." Don gave her a naughty chuckle. "And you know something?" "What?" she murmured, nestling closer to him. "I just realized it. We made love for the first time, for real." "Mmm-hmmm," Carla agreed and winked up at him as she gulped the last of her wine. Don stood and reached out for her hand and helped her up. "My Lady, your shower awaits." They both wobbled a little, still drained from their recent lovemaking. They were also both totally nude without any thought of being modest around each other as they went to the bathroom arm in arm. Don reached in and turned on the shower. "I need to tinkle first, if you don't mind." Carla said as she went right over and sat on the toilet. "All that tea and wine from dinner." "Sure, I'll go clean up our mess in the other room." Don bent down and kissed her cheek, then took a wash cloth, wet it and then grabbed a hand towel. He went back out into the living room of their sumptuous suite. He scrubbed the stains they had left on the plush material on the couch. Between them they had done a number on the poor furniture with their mutually abundant sexual wetness. By the time he returned Don found Carla wiping herself, the obvious evidence of their union also still smeared between her thighs. Carla caught him staring. "Yes, you make one hell of mess for an old man." "Hey! I resemble that remark." He chuckled as he threw the damp towels on the counter. "I think the water is plenty hot by now." "You're the one that keeps reminding me you went over the half century mark last year." Carla stood and opened the shower door. "But from what I saw and felt a bit ago, you'd think you are still performing like you are in your twenties." "It's you. You make me feel young." He said as he reached out for her. But Carla slipped away and entered the shower. Don took a small bar of hotel off the counter tore off the wrapper as he watched his lover step under the showerhead. Carla got an immediate blast of hot water beating down on her skin. The water felt good on her still stimulated skin, as she let the water wash over her hair and down her smooth back waiting for the soaping up she hoped would begin by her new lover. As Don stepped in beside Carla all he could think about was the many times he had fantasized of being in the shower with her. How many times had he twisted a bar of soap in his hands, like he was now, with the intention of running them all over her smooth, wet body? How many times had he ended up reaching down to grab his ever erect cock and stroke it with the thought of her standing before him like this, under the cascading water, only inches from his body? Only when he looked down this time, his manhood was far from erect. Despite her earlier flattery he wasn't the young man he used to be. Expecting another hard-on to appear only minutes after the last intense orgasm was asking way too much. But that didn't stop him from enjoying the fantasy come true as it was, as Carla turned around to face him and gaze into his eyes. He began to lather her body, starting at her shoulders and neck. Carla didn't tense this time under his touch of her naked body as he caressed her with the slippery, foamy soap. In fact, she pressed her body to his and rubbed up and down as if using him as a living bath sponge. The soap seemed to make his touch even more erotic as he gently massaged her stomach before his hands came upon her breasts. Her heart beat faster as he squeezed and caressed them and his fingertips grazed her newly erect nipples. She took a deep breath when one hand suddenly ventured down between her legs and rubbed over her nearly clean shaven mound. When she exhaled, she looked up into Don's eyes, "I thought you were just going to wash my back." She grinned. "I, well, I found better things to wash." Don rambled as he continued to grope a breast and massage the bare lips of her sex. "Maybe I should wash your back for you." Carla said as she moved her hips into him. Don wasn't all that eager to concede the bar of soap and washing duties, but as they shifted under the pouring water, her thigh brushed his not so youthful, but obviously very enamored mature manhood as it had begun to swell once again. He handed her the small bar. "Oh, I see. Aren't we being a show off now?" Carla reached down to stroke his slowly stiffening member. Carla loved the feel of his cock in her hands and wanted it to be hers again. She replaced the bar of soap in the molded cradle of the bath with one hand and tugged on his manhood with the other. "We need to rinse off. I've got different plans for him this time." She moved around Don and shoved him under the shower head to rinse the soapy suds from his front. Then she turned off the water and leaned against the wall, her head tilted to one side, her hip thrust toward him. Don watched the water droplets glisten under the glare of the bathroom lights as they slid down her body. Then she stepped from the shower and he watched her bare behind sashay back and forth toward the towel rack the whole way. He followed her out of the shower led by his bobbing cock. Carla dabbed her body with the plush hotel towel and threw one back at Don. "Here, hurry and dry off." Don snatched it out of the air and before he had time to dry more than his back and chest she impatiently pulled him into the bedroom. They made it to the end of the bed where she draped her towel over the duvet then pushed Don down onto it. Her body still mostly wet as water dripped from her hair onto his now fully erect cock as she knelt between his spread knees. "He's so handsome." She said as she leaned forward running her hand along his length before she lowered her mouth over him. Don watched in pure fascination as she her lips first touched his throbbing shaft. Those luscious red lips parted as she surrounded his cockhead with her mouth. Wetting it with her warm saliva, she took it in and sucked on the swelling head. She enjoyed the thickness between her lips and the smooth length on her tongue as she had done in her mind hundreds of times in the last five months. Drawing him further into her mouth she stroked him with both hands, rubbing from the base up to where her lips slid down. Her other hand massaged his balls as she moaned over him. Slowing her motion, she gave him a perfect view of her wet, sucking lips and hollow cheeks as she inhaled his shaft in the dimming twilight. She eased her head back slowly until he was all the way out of her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock and then slid him back in, inch by inch. She could feel him throbbing as she teased his cock all the way to the back of her throat. Don groaned as he looked down again, this time Carla's head bobbing up and down on his shaft. All he could think was he was finally getting the perfect blow job. Carla was indeed as good as she had bragged to him. Now they both knew she was. "Oh damn," The words rushed out with his breath. "Remember, I've never had one of these. Never!" Carla lifted her head and stared into his eyes. "And I never thought that was right, so why don't you just lay back, relax and enjoy." She returned to Don's cock, mouth and hand moving in unison, her tongue taking a leisurely glide down his shaft and plunging over his cockhead. This time, she held the base firmly and slipped her mouth around the crown, then took him in long, slow strokes, her lips wet against his shaft and her tongue tickling as she sucked. She held and stroked the shaft with her left hand while her right hand cupped his balls, her head bobbing up and down steadily, wetly, lovingly. Rendezvous – Vegas Weekend (Friday) "Oh yes, you are so good," he groaned at the sensation. He had never known such sweet ecstasy, his whole body quivered in new delight. Visions of all the fantasy blowjobs he'd ever imagined raced through his mind. None matched what he was getting. His legs trembled as he felt her wet mouth slide most of the way down his cock. Then he watched as she pulled back and it popped out of her mouth with a loud smack. Carla watched her lover's reaction the entire time she worked him over. She could see the euphoria in his eyes as she opened her mouth really wide and paused just above his swollen head. She almost laughed aloud watching him hold his breath anticipating her swallowing him again. She finally relented and took him full in her mouth in one long, smooth swallow. A low drawn out purr escaped Don's throat as he settled his hands on her shoulders and for no particular reason his fingers clenched and unclenched in a kneading motion. His control was slipping away quickly, the edge of bliss coming nearer. Through hazed eyes, all he could see was Carla's beautiful face and head full of wet blonde hair moving up and down as she swallowed him, her moans mixing with his in sheer delight. It felt like she was in his mind. He barely had to think something before she started doing it. Everything from the way she was looking at him to the way she was letting strands of saliva hang from her mouth to his cock was driving him insane. She flicked her tongue over the hard ridge on the underside, teased the head with her warm, darting tongue. The feeling was exquisite. He was totally breathless when she slowly ascended his throbbing cock and he ached for just that unique, special touch that would send him over the top. Carla had found a new toy though and she was eager to take him all the way again, rhythmically stroking up and down the length of his manhood. He also knew he didn't want it to end. He wanted to remain there, feel her mouth on him. But she had him on the brink of an orgasm several times. It was like she had known him and his body for a long time. She knew when to back off and when to pour it on. It was torture and ecstasy all rolled into one. Carla made him feel a passion and lust he had not felt ever in his life. It wasn't until he didn't feel her touch on him anymore that Don realized his eyes had slipped closed and his mind had wandered off into his fantasies. His eyes few open and he found Carla watching him intently a full grin across her lips. Carla knew where he'd gone and was willing to wait for him to come back. "Damn!" Don called out seeing Carla looked so sexy doing what she was doing and obviously loving it. "You know, years ago I resolved myself to the fact my wife was not into oral sex. Actually she was not even into me going down on her at first. It was a new experience for her that especially hot night in bed on the second night of our honeymoon. I actually just assumed she had been licked and caressed down there, after all we had both discussed our prior lovers and being she was twenty-five when we married and had had seven lovers I was certain one if not most had turned her on to the practice." "Hmm, so your wife wasn't always as prudish and reserved about sex as she is now, huh? She was a naughty girl after all." Carla grinned keeping her eyes on his hard cock as she slowly ran her fist up and down its length. "I suppose. But on that third night of our honeymoon we both learned something, she thoroughly enjoyed me loving her sex with my lips and tongue and I learned I was an addict for her womanly taste. We've since both enjoyed my going down on her, some nights that was all we did." He paused and took another deep breath as he enjoyed the feeling of his new lover's soft hand manually stimulating him. "It wasn't until nearly a year later I discovered she had no interest at all in going down on me, ever. See, she had done it to a couple of her early boyfriends but according to her when they realized she wasn't good at it, they never asked again. That is until the last lover she had before me had her do it and nearly choked her ramming it into her throat before finally shooting himself into her eye. To this day she can still remember that 'dreadful stinging sensation' as she calls it." "Only now you're being satisfied by a very real, very warm mouth." Carla heard him but was more focused on the hard manhood in her hand, inches from her face. Don quieted and watched as she pursed her lips as before, only this time she blew him a kiss. He swelled in her hand and she smiled even more broadly before sliding her mouth back around his girth. She lavished her lips and tongue over it, not so much taking his length in as before but rather bathing it with her tongue. "Oh yes," he uttered in a breathy voice, as he stared down at those lips trail back off his cock and pursed at the end, at the tip of his very hard manhood. Then he watched as those luscious red lips stretched back open over his crown and slowly made their way back down his length. Up and back, with an exhilarating patience and steadiness he watched his lover. "Nothing I have fantasized about all these years compares to the feeling of your lips wrapped around me. Oh my..." He let out a ragged heavy breath as Carla's beautiful face stared back up at him. She slipped back up and smiled as she rubbed his length along her cheek. She smeared his generous pre-cum and her saliva across her skin. The shiny streaks invited his already overactive imagination to more erotic thoughts. Thoughts he knew he would translate to erotic words later on his laptop. Carla devoured him with her mouth, resuming her quick pace of sucking the top of his cock head and using her hand to give him a fantastic hand-job. Don's moaning confirmed this had been a major fantasy of his. She increased her pace once again, sliding up and down faster than ever. "I'm getting close...how should we...uhh...finish this?" Carla swirled her tongue around and then moved back swiftly. Her lips left his manhood with a slight popping sound. Her hand continued to bounce up and down, giving his hard rod a slick hand-job. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to suck you off Don." At those last words of his lover he grunted and felt an intense sensation travel up his hard cock. His whole body tensed and his legs began shaking again, but even more intensely than before. A hot shiver coursed through his body as Carla wrapped her mouth loosely around his cock head and he abruptly shot a thick stream of white cum onto the roof of her mouth. She swallowed quickly and opened her mouth in time for the next shot. Don edged his hips up feeling the cum rush up his hard length and shoot out the tiny opening at the top laying a streak of white across her extended tongue. He watched as she left her lips wide open the whole time and his cum pooled in her mouth between her teeth. This volume of this orgasm didn't amount to as much as his first with her, but the five or six ejaculations still felt exquisite and mostly filled her mouth. When Carla finally did close her mouth around his cock head she gave it one last hard suck, squeezed the shaft and she drained the last of his semen. She swallowed slowly this time, savoring his taste, and then began licking the remnants of cum off the head. She smiled coyly up at him. "There, how was that?" She smacked her lips. "Wow, thank you," he whispered, unable to muster much more, as she got up beside him. "No thank you necessary. I wanted to do that for you," she said snuggling up next to him. "And to think you've cum twice already. I thought you told me you were fifty. You certainly have the stamina of a younger man tonight." "I always said there was something about Canadian women. That was lovely." Don put his arm around her and pulled her close. "But to be honest, knowing myself as I do, the way I've always been with women, I just knew I'd freeze up and not be able to do or say a thing." "I know you mentioned the possibility of stage fright. But I knew I could make sure you were comfortable. We did start slow didn't we? Before we accelerated, zero to sixty." She grinned broadly. "As much as I wanted to pounce on you the minute we got in the door I gave you some warm up time." "The thoughts I had of you laying here in a big bed in a Las Vegas hotel room like this, your arms out as I crawled in with you...geez...the arousal I got from that thought. The blood pumped through my veins and the hard-on I got every time...damn, the rush was almost real." "And now it is real." Carla snuggled closer. "Actually, it was much the same for me. Every time I worked on the story of us...here in Vegas, I found myself very aroused. Trying to write it I had to stop and have a good go at my 'girl' all the while fantasizing it was 'Little Donny' doing me." Don chuckled. "I really didn't know what to expect myself frankly. Part of me just knew I was going to freeze up and this poor little fella," Don took his limp wet penis in his hand, "wouldn't know what hit him. But in another thought I pictured myself being too much of an animal attacking you the minute we walked through the door, ripping your clothes off and practically mauling you." Carla slid her hand down over his stomach and to his thigh before coming up under his scrotum. "By the time we arrived at the hotel earlier tonight, I was almost ready to jump out of my skin at the thought of us making love for the first time. I couldn't wait for the feel of you inside me." She gave his balls a teasing squeeze. "Mmm," Don tensed and closed his eyes. "Not sure there is anything left in those." They both had a good laugh before they cuddled and held one another. Holding Carla made Don feel warm and fully satisfied. They kissed lightly, their kisses becoming more insistent. His hands caressed her face, her blue eyes sparkling, even in the darkened room. The deep-seated urge to pleasure this woman overtook Don and he moved down her nude body and the bed until his knees were on the floor and his mouth was fully on her pussy again. "Oh, please do." Carla settled back and relaxed on the lower part of the bed. It wasn't like Don needed any woman to plead with him to do that. He had always been more than happy to go down on a woman. He had through his college days and had for many years of his marriage. Only lately he had not been afforded the pleasure enough with his wife. Carla knew that fact from their late night chats and she wasn't about to let him have second thoughts about what he was doing. Still she wished she could see her lover's face. She loved his smile and the look in his eyes as he looked at her. It made her feel sexy, made her feel so much like a special woman to someone again since she and her husband had divorced nearly a year ago . But as much as she wanted that look, that handsome face to look up at her now, he had begun to greedily suck and bite on her sexual bounty. Carla relented on the visual and closed her eyes as her lover found new areas to nibble. "Oh damn that feels so good." She felt Don's hot tongue tease her with short little cat-like licks, curling his tongue between her pink lips and scooping her luscious moisture out. He pressed his nose against her clitoris as he thrust his tongue into her, again and again. The pressure increased and Carla moaned in pleasure. She opened her thighs wider so he could reach every part of her sex. "Oh yes!" Carla moaned louder. She took pleasure in slowly grinding her sex into his face. She rode him. Carla claimed his mouth for her own pleasure. She could hear the muffled moan from her lover and her pussy clenched his tongue from the vibrations. As he touched her deeper her cries seemed to echo throughout the hotel suite. He was consuming her, hands gripping her hips to keep her from squirming too far from his ravenous mouth. With another grunt and a high-pitched squeal, she clamped her thighs around his head and thrust her hips up. Don totally ignored her protests of "too much, stop, please!" and just pinned her down and kept at her clit until the desperate cries turned to yelps of "Don't stop!" Carla's hips thrust hard against his face as she raced toward yet another peak for the evening. Suddenly, the intense wave of orgasm came over on her. She stopped pounding her pussy up into his face and her lover plunged his tongue deeper within her as his fingers played across her clit. Another intense wave came crashing over her and she shivered, her stomach contracting uncontrollably. She lifted up slowly and as she did another extremely powerful sensation hit her. "I'm going to cum," she called out. Don responded by licking faster. Suddenly a stream of clear fluid came squirting out of her vagina. Don felt a splash on his nose and in shock he pulled back slightly. Two more powerful bursts of clear liquid propelled out of Carla's pussy right into his face. As he looked up at his lover, with the moonlight of the clear evening through the large windows highlighting her beautiful blonde mane, it came to him what she had just done. She had cum, she had climaxed and squirted. She had actually squirted on his face! "Ohhh, Don!" Carla shouted. Her thighs clenched tightly around his head. She shook with pleasure and her back arched as the power of her intense orgasm built to a crescendo. Her body vibrated and as the trembling resonated though her limbs, the remaining wetness of her climax dripped from Don's lips. When Carla opened her eyes she waited for her lover to say something. She had told him while chatting this could happen, but she didn't know how he would react. "That's what I'm talking about!" Don nearly shouted and licked his lips. "A woman with a real orgasm. That was so sexy!" Carla rose up on her elbows and looked down at her lover. "To be honest, the first time that happened it freaked me out. I thought I had peed myself. But after the second time I had a squirting orgasm I knew what it was. It doesn't always happen, the orgasms have to be really intense," Carla crossed her legs and settled into the bedspread. "And my, was that intense." "That was the first real-life female ejaculation I have ever seen! The girls I've seen do it on videos just didn't seem real. That was definitely real!" Don sat back and used the bath towel to wipe her sexy juices off his face. "Wow! Talking about the ultimate wet dream ever!" He crawled up and lay next to his lover. His jaw ached and his neck felt stiff, but he didn't care. He felt like he'd really done something special. He had made another women cum. It also occurred to him then and there just how consumed he was with pleasing Carla. They held each other and stared into one another's eyes for several silent moments there in the shadows of their Vegas suite. Though it had only been a few hours since that first glance in the airport terminal, they both felt they had been together so much longer. They were together, and that was what mattered. That and they still had two full days and almost three nights left to further their adventure. Time, both in jet lag and in age finally over came them both. They both slipped off into a well deserved sleep. * ...they'll be back! Coming: Saturday