1 comments/ 7841 views/ 0 favorites Rendezvous – Vegas Weekend (Sunday) By: Stephen7Redo Don opened his eyes Sunday morning to look upon the still sleeping female form next to him. The covers had been kicked off, revealing her naked body. He gazed at her soft curves as she lay mostly on her back, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. He actually had to stop for a reflective moment to comprehend he was not home and not in bed with his wife. The hardest part of the reflection was to comprehend the woman lying with now, in this Las Vegas hotel suite, wanted to be with him. She had come from Canada to be with him. He felt her warm body against his and it was such a wonderful feeling. He then found himself thinking of the previous evening's activities. Those thoughts caused a bit of stir in his groin, for it had been some of the most robust sex he'd had in a very long time. Nevertheless he had plans for the morning and he needed to get moving before his lover awoke. He eased out of their bed. His new lover moved just a bit but then settled back into her blissful looking slumber. He first went out to the living room to call down to room service and then he jumped in the shower of the second bathroom. Carla awoke as the warm sunlight touched her face. She slowly opened her eyes and looked to her right. At first her heart sank when she realized her lover was not there, but then she noticed an envelope on his pillow. She sat up and reached for her glasses on the nightstand. She looked back and saw it was Bellagio hotel stationary. It was marked "For My Lady". She smiled as she never tired of that moniker, 'My Lady'. It was the way he had opened most of his e-mails to her over the last few months. Sitting up, she opened the envelope and read the enclosed note: Carla, Last night, truly this entire weekend, has been a fantasy come true. Every time I think of your luscious body pulling me deeper inside of you, I feel the hardness return to my manhood. You make me feel things I had forgotten I could feel. I want to continue to feel them and to feel you with me the rest of our weekend together. Relax until I return. I've gone to plan our activities for tonight. Enjoy your quiet time. I've also ordered breakfast and it may arrive before I get back. Don't wait for me. Eat while it's hot. (...I'll look forward to eating you while you are hot a little later!) It is my sincere hope to find you naked and sipping your morning cup of coffee and waiting for my return. Your Lover, Don Carla had tears in her eyes by the time she finished reading her lover's note. Maybe there really was more to their relationship than just a few months of passionate e-mails and chats. The weekend had been incredible so far she thought to herself. Don had been as incredible as she'd fantasized. She grabbed for his pillow and was about to roll over in their king-sized bed with her arms and legs wrapped about 'him' when... A knock came at the door. "Room service!" A deep voice called from the hallway. Carla wiped her eyes with the sheet and got out of bed with a broad grin across her face, remembering Don had ordered breakfast. He was not only a wonderful writer and fantastic lover, he was also a gentleman. Halfway to the door she stopped and looked down to realize she was still very naked. She went back to retrieve the hotel robe on the chair and pulled it around herself on the way back. Lifting up on her tiptoes, she looked through the peephole and saw a young man in a sharp white hotel staff uniform just as he knocked again. She jumped back startled. Another grin crossed her red lips as she took a breath, brushed back her long blonde bangs and opened the door. "Room..." The tall young man froze as his eyes looked down upon Carla. As he did his eyes widened and his jaw slowly dropped. Carla was a bit freaked out as he continued to leer at her. That is until she looked down at herself. Now she was freaked for sure. Her left breast was hanging out of her robe. Somehow in her haste to pull her robe on she had not wrapped herself well. She took another big breath, smiled and pulled her robe over her partly bared body. "Good morning," she said as she looked back up and smiled. "Uh, Good morning, ma'am." The smartly dressed young man recovered and asked, "May I bring in your breakfast?" "Yes, sure. Please." She politely replied and stepped aside. Carla eyed the handsome young man as he wheeled in the breakfast cart. She sneaked a peak at his backside as he bent over and arranged the dishes. She bit her lower lip and grinned. She mischievously wondered if a boob shot was enough for this young stud to have to go off and take care of himself. She wanted to look between his legs for that telltale bulge when he turned around. She closed her eyes. She knew she was too full of herself, thinking that every man would get off looking at her naked body as easily as Don had this weekend. Maybe this boy had a girlfriend on the hotel staff he could sneak off with sooner rather than later if indeed he was hard up. She totally smiled inside and out. She smiled for she knew she had Don and now she could hardly wait for him to return. And if she was lucky, she'd soon feel the magic only his body could bring her. "Ma'am, uh ma'am," the young man's voice finally came to her in her lust filled trance. "What? Yes? Uh, what?" Carla nervously stumbled over her words. "Is there anything else I can get you?" It was his turn to grin as he, not so subtly, looked down at her robe where once she had been exposed. Carla swore he was trying too hard to see if he could get another look at her chest. Of course, she was doing the same, but not wanting to be as obvious about looking downward between his legs. "Oh, yes, I mean no thank you." Carla tugged her robe around her a little tighter. "Oh wait." She went off to get her purse and retrieved a few bills, not knowing if they were ones, fives, or anything else but she came back and handed them to her admirer. "Thank you, ma'am." He took a step toward her and again his eyes averted to the folds of her robe. "Have a good morning." The young man paused before he turned and walked out the door closing it gently behind him. Carla shook her head and laughed out loud as she walked over to the breakfast tray. It was a sensational spread, one of the most delicious and colorful she'd ever seen. There was a nice bowl of fresh fruit and a very large pitcher of coffee and carafe of orange juice. She lifted a silver dome covered platter and found a big plate of scrambled eggs and another of waffles. In an ice bucket off to one side was a bottle of champagne. The last time she had had a champagne breakfast, was, well, never she realized. Her husband has promised one on their twentieth anniversary, but that was when she had realized it was over between them, when she caught him with a cocktail waitress on their supposed romantic weekend. Her eyes watered again for a different reason. She looked back down at the champagne and thought of her thoughtful new lover. The smile returned. Carla knew this was a great start to their second morning in Las Vegas. Although Don had told her to start without him, she wanted to wait and share the entire moment with her lover. However, the deliciously aromatic smell of the fresh coffee was too much to resist. She poured herself a cup full and took it back to the bedroom. She sat it on the vanity then went off to take care of the morning volitions. She had no sooner come back and taken her first sip of the hot morning awakener than she heard the door to their open. Don soon appeared at the bedroom entrance. "I see you didn't start breakfast yet as I asked. You weren't hungry when you woke up this morning? After such an energetic evening as last night?" Carla did not say a word. Instead she sat her coffee cup back on the vanity, walked up to Don and fell to her knees in front of him. Looking up into his eyes with a smoldering gaze she pulled on his pants. "Whoa! I meant hungry for breakfast." Don put his hand on the top of her head to steady himself as she had pulled so hard. "Sometimes I like my dessert first." Carla said as she tugged harder on his pants. "I didn't, oh, know, mmmm, breakfast had dessert," Don struggled to speak as his lover's hands finally yanked down his pants. Carla quickly took his cock into her hands and caressed it. Then she kissed it, rubbing it along her cheek, before she began to lick the length of hardening shaft. It reacted with almost instant youthfulness. Don growled from above her as her tongue slid up and down his erection until it wrapped around the swelling head. "Damn, if you don't enjoy this way too much." His hips were already bucking gently. Carla slipped her lips off his cock head, "No, I enjoy that you enjoy it so much. Now shut up and let me do it!" She took him back between her lips and slid her mouth down as far as she could take him. When she had him full in her mouth she held him there and stared up into his eyes. Don had no words for this exhilarating sensation, one he had only just recently come to know. All he could think to do was lower his hands to her face and slick the blonde bangs back from her forehead, her hair back from her cute ears. The picture was so perfect, so sexy and natural. This woman was special. Carla tongued the underside of his hard shaft. Don moaned his appreciation. Abruptly she stropped, grabbed hold of his cock and stood. "I want you to cum somewhere else this time." With those words spoken she put her other hand square in the middle of his chest and shoved him backward onto the king-size bed. "Huh?" Don yelped as he plopped fell to his back in the crumpled sheets and Carla immediately began pulling off his shoes. When that was accomplished she reached up and pulled his pants the rest of the way off. He watched as she stood up straight and shrugged the robe from her body. As much as he enjoyed looking at her, he only had a brief moment to do so before she crawled up over his legs and lowered her head to his crotch. She nuzzled her nose through his thick, curly pubic hair. Her own soft, blonde hair fell onto his stomach as she took his cock in her mouth again. She sucked on it and lowered her head further. She took him down as far as she could take him then slowly slid back up until just the cock head was between her teeth. She smiled up at him as she held him there, stroking her tongue over his tip. Without a word she released him and crawled up over his nude body. "Uh, what about the breakfast I had so thoughtfully delivered?" Don tried to ask with as much seriousness as he could while at the same time fully reacting to the nude woman rubbing up over his body. "I want you now, not in another hour or so. I'm wet and achy with wanting you." She reached for his hand and slipped it palm down between her legs. "Can't you tell?" She invited him to probe her center. Don found her indeed wet and ready for him already. As Carla hovered over him he put a hand on her hip, the other held his hard shaft straight up for her. Holding onto his shoulders, she eased down and let the slick heat of her excited pussy lips brush over the head of his cock. They both watched as his cockhead parted her pink petals and slipped slowly into her body. He penetrated her inch by inch, slowly letting her settle into his lap at her pace. "Ooooh," she purred as she settled herself onto him, allowing all of his manhood to be inside her. She calmly sat there, eyes closed, humming softly. Kneeling like that, Carla was able to raise and lower herself on him. She moved slowly and purposefully, enjoying every fraction of an inch of her lover that rubbed her just the right way. Don could feel her muscles tighten, squeezing him and sharing the pleasures she felt. Her pussy was wet and warm as it massaged his entire hard length. "That feels so good," he moaned. After several strokes of her sex on his, Don reached out and let his hands caress her hips as she continued to move upon him almost too excruciatingly slow. Every inch of him felt alive though as all control of his pleasure was assumed by his lover. He was breathing deeply before long; gazing into the face of his lover and feeling a fresh intensity begin to build as his balls started to tingle. At last Carla pushed herself fully upright and tossed back her long blonde mane. She smoothly pumped up and down the full length of his cock, keeping him in only by the thick rim of his circumcised cock head at times. Unlike the other times they'd made love this weekend, she was silent. The only sound was the whisper of moist skin against skin. Don almost felt detached from what was going on, he was just the instrument of her pleasure this time. He watched her breasts sway as she rode him and her hot pussy took him deep inside, deep into her luscious womanhood. She rode him gently, giving and taking the pleasures they both so undeniably desired. Carla could feel the tension building. She lifted herself so only the tip of his glistening wet penis made contact with her pink pussy lips. She stayed there until she could sense Don aching for more. She played with the head of his cock, pushing herself onto it and feeling the head flare and fill her, then withdrew him again. Warm tingling heat filled her belly. She sank down onto him and leaned forward this time, grinding herself against him. He responded, moving his hips in a figure eight motion under her. He cupped her breasts in his hands, warmed them, and kissed them. He suckled her peaked nipples as he allowed her to set the pace. She rose and fell in his lap. The wet sounds of their lovemaking filled the room again. She rocked harder on his shaft the force of her coming down on him beginning to vibrate inside her. Don held her by her ass now as she flexed her hips farther forward to take him that fraction further. He was touching places inside her that hadn't been touched in years. Don lifted his head and kissed her. That only seemed to inspire something in Carla and she changed rhythms again, to short hard strokes that hit hard against his pubic bone. Their kisses and their motion became ever more frantic. Her breath came in deep rasps. Don knew he had no control over when he came now. He just knew it wouldn't be long. His hand squeezed her bouncing cheeks as she steadily stroked him with her pussy. Carla rode him faster and harder, her thighs bouncing at his sides and her blonde mane flailing about behind her head. She rested her hands on his taut stomach and coaxed him to the right rhythm, filling herself with an intense heat. Her head fell back, her eyes open but unseeing as she was overwhelmed with pleasure. She began to moan loudly. She felt herself on the edge, about to overflow but it was too sensitive and she was about to ask him to slow down, until... "Oh my god!" She wailed. Don had reached down and flicked her clit with his finger. He did it more directly and more earnestly than she would have dared at that point if she had been masturbating. It was not too much though, it was just enough -- and it made it happen. All sounds stopped for her in the space between one heartbeat and the next. Her body clenched like a fist and then she gave out a long shuddering sigh as she leaned forward to fall over on her lover. "Ahhhhhh...yessssss'" Carla hissed through her orgasm as her damp cheek lay on her lover's chest. She rode him and rode through the climax until she lay quietly spent over his body. She hummed again, this time her lips vibrating against his skin. Don was still fully hard, he was also in need. He held her tight as he slowly eased his cock in and out of her by himself now. He heard her hum turn to a low groan. Carla lifted her head and he saw the frown across her brow as he buried himself in her body again and again. "Don...I'm...I'm sorry, but...uh, I'm too sensitive. I can't...take that...any more." "That's okay," he said and immediately stopped. Carla lifted her hips and his hard cock came out with a wet, 'pop'. She giggled at the sound. "Can I do something else for you?" As much as his need to attain his own climax had been driving him, the pleasure of having pleased her was surprisingly enough. "No, I'm fine." "I want to. I want to do something for you. What can I do?" Carla leaned down and kissed him. "There is one thing we haven't tried." And without saying another word or waiting for a reply, he rolled them both over, until her head lay back on her pillow. He rose up and straddled her chest. "Mmmm," she purred as she looked up into his eyes. "I think I like where you're headed." She lifted her head and took him into her mouth. He tasted different now, he tasted of her. She actually liked her taste; she liked the taste of them both together even more. She cupped his ass with her hands and held him still, with just the head of his cock in her mouth. She filled her mouth with saliva and soaked it for a moment, flicking the tip of her tongue just under the head. Don moaned and tried to move his hips. She pressed her fingernails into his skin, squeezing him harder, as if telling him to remain still. She circled his glans with her tongue again and again. He gasped and said, "I was actually looking to take advantage of these." He reached down and filled his hands with her breasts and squeezed. "But I'm liking this, too." Carla gave one hard suck and then with another loud 'pop' released his cockhead. "Oh no, go for it." She said as she held his hard shaft above her lips. "We've done about everything else, so I want you to do this too." She pushed his cock down between her breasts. "Here hold him a sec." She pulled his hand down on top of his cock then pushed her breasts up around it. "Oh, yes. Now that feels good." Don licked his lips as he felt the total fullness of her beautiful assets surrounding him. "So, do it stud. Show me how much you want these, how much you want to cum all over them and me." She squeezed her breasts even more tightly together. Don began to slide up and back. His heavy balls dragged up and down beneath her cleavage. He could feel Carla's hands squeezing her breasts firmly together and saw as they covered his cock until he couldn't see it anymore. "I love this!" He called out. "Ohhhh! This feels so good. I never expected it to feel this good," Don moaned. "Come on lover. Give it to me. Give me that big hard cock of yours!" Carla urged him on. Distantly, Don felt the tightening of his balls again. Carla felt him tense, felt the quality of his erection change between her breasts. She squeezed them together even tighter around his extremely hard cock. They were slick with her saliva and his abundant pre-cum and every stroke flashed his manhood up toward her adoring eyes. Don moved faster still and after only another couple of dozen strokes Carla could feel his cock swell as he restrained himself for that final moment before release. She felt him bulge ever thicker between her breasts and saw up close the head of his wonderful manly cock stretch taut until the first burst of cum blasted out of the little hole on top and splashed against her chin. "Ahhhhh...oh yeah!" Don's extended, gritty groan escaped his throat, as he bucked his hips up and the second burst splattered across her upper lip. Thereafter a continuing flood of his extremely warm cum spilled out onto her chest. The orgasm was distant one moment and everywhere the next for Don. He threw his head back and actually laughed with joy at the release it brought. After a moment he looked down and saw his lover smiling up at him. He also saw the incredible mess he'd made all over her face, neck and chest. He couldn't help but chuckle again. "Now, does that feel better my Prince Charming?" She took his dwindling cock in hand and rubbed it over her nipples and bathed them with what was left of his dribbling cum. Rendezvous – Vegas Weekend (Sunday) * * * * * They finally did make their way back into the living room and their champagne breakfast. The eggs and other intended hot foods were only warm, but the champagne and juice was still chilled and the coffee was hot. They enjoyed it enough as they had enjoyed one another in bed more than enough earlier. "So what do you think?" Don asked then took another bite of waffle, chewed and swallowed, "How about a tour of Hoover Dam today. Better than feeding quarters in the slots, which you know we haven't been down to the games yet. You wicked vixen you keeping me locked away in this suite all to yourself." "First, a tour of the dam sounds like a wonderful idea," Carla said, as she slid her hand inside her plush hotel robe, then down across her stomach and over her bare, damp sex. "And second, it was you that's deposited a gallon of that sticky stuff of yours in and on me in the last several hours, so I'll need a shower before we go anywhere." "Hey, I could lick you clean instead!" Don chuckled as he looked across the table at Carla. "Mmmm, if I had my way, we'd just stay here and never leave." "And I'd love to, but we have a tour Hoover Dam awaiting us, I already bought the tickets. We also need to get back before too late." He snagged a slice of bacon. "I have one more surprise for you tonight." "So you took care of whatever you needed to this morning then, I see, when you snuck away and left me all alone in bed." She said with a pout. "As long as you don't leave me again, I'll go anywhere and do anything with you as you want." "Hmm, be careful what you say. You've read enough of my writing, so you know my imagination can run plenty wild." Don grinned as he munched on his bacon. "I trust you. I also love that part of you, your creative imagination." "So be it then. Finish your coffee and let's go shower." This time Don and Carla shared the shower in the main bathroom. * * * * * The couple made the trip down the highway and out to Hoover Dam. They pulled into the visitor's parking area and Don got out quick enough to get around and open the door for his lover. "Thank you, sir." Carla said as she got out of the car and did a little curtsy. Then she looked up at the dam. "Wow, the view coming here, overlooking the dam, was spectacular. But up close it's even more amazing." "Yeah, that's the way I felt the first time I came out here years ago." They made their way hand in hand to the dam and discovered they were just in time to start on the 'Discovery Tour'. The tour lasted a little over three hours and they went down through the tunnels and saw the huge generators, watched the movies, did the whole thing. Carla's obvious delight throughout the afternoon had Don taking notice that he had turned into a cynical old man when it came to thinking a woman could still be excited about the simple things in life. It rejuvenated his once youthful eagerness to explore all that life still had to offer to include sharing the excitement of a very stimulating woman. "You know, for some reason, I don't remember them saying last time I was here that Hoover Dam and Boulder Dam were one and the same." "Whatever the name, it is very impressive and was well worth the drive out from Vegas to see." Carla's youthful exuberance came out in her face and voice. "Even living in Canada, I've always wondered what this huge dam looked like, how it was built. I just knew it would be great up here. Now that I'm finally here, it rocks!" She added excitedly. Don felt younger just watching his lover light up and exude all that energetic excitement. It helped that her warm soft hand clutched his arm. It sent the familiar loving thoughts of her intimacy through his body as they made their way back to the rental car around early evening. They walked across the parking lot hand in hand. On the drive back they talked very little, but held hands nearly the whole way. Carla, when she wasn't staring over at Don and daydreaming about what she was going to do to him when they got back to the hotel, looked out her window enjoying the ever beautiful desert at sunset. By the time they pulled back into Las Vegas proper they were treated to the lights of the city coming on as if just for them as they rode down the Strip. * * * * * Before they could get into their suite, they both had started to undress in the hotel hallway. As Don removed the cardkey from the door and pushed it open, their eyes met and they shared a look of mutual need. Without looking down she felt for him and let her palm rest over the swollen head of his cock through his pants. Don trembled and he let out a loud gasp. They frantically finished undressing in the dark as vitally as if this was their first time. She stroked him now, feeling his cock grow hard in her two warm hands. She could make out the glint of pre-cum oozing up and then spill down over the crown as she ran her hand up his hard shaft. She ran her fingers up through the silky clear flow and stroked back down the length of his cock, spreading the silky wetness. It felt so smooth and it also felt so erotic to thoroughly enjoy a man like this. She squeezed her hand up his hard cock and was greeted with another healthy flow of pre-cum. She smeared it all over until his entire cockhead was bathed in a shiny glow from the Vegas lights peeking through the window. She coaxed him into a chair and immediately went to her knees, between his. Before Don could say a word, she was sucking away on this hard cock, bobbing her head up and down as she jacked her hand up along its length to meet her lips. Her mouth was hot and liquid on his cock, and her hand was tight. Don raised himself on his elbows to watch her, her cheeks hollow and her eyes closed as she plunged him into her mouth again and again. Her breasts swayed with each movement and Don reached out to stroke the rounded curves of each. Then abruptly Carla stopped. She grabbed a pillow from beside him and laid it on the floor, and then getting down on her knees, she leaned across the cushioned ottoman so her elbows rested at the edge. She faced the floor to ceiling glass windows, sort of a faux-balcony view. Her hands actually touched the glass in front of her as she looked out on the Strip. She saw the Bellagio fountains in all their splendor and the Eiffel Tower in the distance in front of the Hotel Paris. She looked back over her shoulder. "Okay stud, come and get it." The look on her face was absolutely overwhelming. And Don felt himself, not going to her, but being drawn to her. He reached out dipped a finger into her slit, instantly and liberally it was coated with her warm slippery juices. "Oohhh...you're wet!" Don said appreciatively, bringing his hand up to his lips and licked the slick, sweet substance on his fingertip. "Mmmm, and you taste delicious." "I think I've been moist down there all day." She took his hand and placed it back between his legs. "All I've thought about is how much I want to make love to you. How much I really need to make love to you. I want more of you, Don." Carla caught his hand and looked directly into his eyes as she bit her lower lip. She slowly took his index finger, which was shiny wet with her female juices as he watched she slid it into her mouth. Her lips closed around it and slid up and down. "Mmmmmm," she hummed as she began to suck on his long finger and continued to slide it in and out of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it on the in stroke. To Don it was one of the most incredible things to see and hear. He stared at her for a moment before Carla sucked his finger once more and then let it go. He gulped hard, "I want more, too." With that, he explored her with that same finger again, probing delicately at first through her slick folds. He began to masturbate her steadily. Her arousal was obvious as she moaned and writhed on his finger. He slid it around until it made contact with her clit. He knew by now she craved having her clit touched. With her anxiously panting, he stroked her directly, steadily and ever more rapidly. "Does it feel good?" Don asked. "It feels so good." He used his other fingers to open her pussy lips and with his middle finger continued to play with her clit. He first made wide circles around the hood, then smaller ones. Her erect clit stuck up prominently. He flicked it gently with a fingertip and heard her hum and arch her back. He felt as if he would cum he was so hard watching her, feeling her enjoy his touch. His fingers slowly stroked her drenched pussy before he brought them back out and ran them up along her naked back. Carla closed her eyes and took a huge breath. Then she felt something else behind her. The touch was undeniable. There was no mistaking it was Don's talented tongue. He licked around her lips with feather-light touches and then delved deeper, swirling his tongue but not going inside. It only made her want him more. He lightly flicked at her clit again, just barely touching it, close enough that she tensed her bare back and growled deep in her throat. With her back arched, her bottom was lifted. Her knees felt unsteady perched on the fluffy pillow, but it was probably better than resting them directly on the carpeting, she thought. Don groaned in delight himself and his tongue made a slow trip from the tip of her clit all the way up to her to between her cheeks. He waggled it back and forth all along her crack. At the small of her back he stopped and kissed her there. For Carla, every nerve was alive and waiting for his next move back there. She felt his tongue slide up the middle of her back and then back down. It sent warm shivers all across her naked body. His tongue came back to her sex and this time he delved deeper, slicking it inside her, between the extremely wet pink lips. She moaned in approval as his tongue moved in lazy circles, reaching farther and farther, until she was holding her breath. She knew what she wanted him to do next. She arched back inward, easing her cheeks into his face, showing her eagerness. She squeezed out an "I'm ready," between heavy breaths. "I want you...inside me." "You sure? Like this?" Don said as he sat back on his knees, with his erection protruding straight up from between his thighs. He thought she was enjoying what he was doing, he certainly was enjoying it. But... She nodded frantically, pushing her ass against his cock now. "Oh God, yes," she said hoarsely. "Please, baby, right now." Don knew she had made him hard, but it wasn't such a surprise, she had him in that state nearly the whole weekend. But this was different. He had never done this. Never done it this way; never made love to a woman from behind. He figured it was nearly the same as taking her from the front, just at a different angle. Still, it was new. Once again, Carla was teaching him something new. He edged up behind her and his bobbing cock slapped her left cheek. She could feel him getting into position behind her, his knees nudging hers open a little more. The heat of his body was against her back and the hotter part of him was between her thighs. She wiggled back against him. His hungry cock probed for an opening, hoping to ease inside, but he was so overly excited it was unable to find the right place on its first few tries. Undeterred Don composed himself and slowly found his way to her wetness. "Please...put..." But before she could finish the request his hottest part pressed into her wetness and she cried out as he slid into the place that was his to take. She felt the head of his cock slide in further and with a big grin she pushed back against him, his extremely hard manhood filling her deeper than ever before. Don grabbed her hips. It was his turn to control the thrusts. Her first reaction was to hold still, just feeling him sliding in and out of her but she soon started to meet his movements. Her breasts brushed against the cushion edge with the backward and forward thrusts of her own hips. The rubbing only heightened the pleasure in her erect nipples. This was her favorite position, for intense love making, her lover taking her from behind. The feel of his cock deep inside her, his stomach pressed tightly against her butt. She could even reach for his balls from between her legs and holds them as he rocked her hard. The want soon overwhelmed her as the pleasure of her lover's cock was all she wanted and she pushed back hard against him. For Don, he realized he had found a new favorite position, not just because of the deepness of penetration, but also he loved the freedom of being able to reach around under his lover and finger her clit or grab her swaying breasts as he rocked her back and forth. For a moment, he was lost in the intensity of his own powerful thrusts. He had never made love this way. He had never felt the incredible pleasure of being totally in control. But suddenly as if on natural instinct he slid his hand around her hip to her front. His fingers reached down between her legs. As he thrust forward into her he slid his fingertips around, exploring her folds, feeling himself, his long hard shaft going in and out. She saw Don lick his fingers and then reach between her legs. She approvingly spread her thighs for him. She felt the wet fingers massage her clit. He found her clit and she gasped heavily and loudly as he rubbed across it. Her body went weak, the sudden heat from that tiny little pink button coursed up through her body. It was then Carla looked to her right and she saw them both in the mirrored wall. Their room was lit only by the bright light on the Vegas Strip, two lovers making sweet love to one another. She watched her lover please her. It was almost vulgar, but so very erotic. The sexuality and sensuality of their lovemaking had become so natural. The heaviness of his breath was in her ear and his hands were all over her, warm and eager sliding up and down her arms and her back as that hardness buried itself over and over so deep inside her. She met his thrusts until he hit that one certain spot that always did it for her. She gasped when she felt it. "There's the spot, prince." "Damn, you just seemed to get tighter when I hit something." Then her mouth fell open and her hands went weak as he was caressing that special spot with the head of his cock. At the same time Carla pressed her hand down over his as he vigorously massaged her clit. Her whole body began to rock back and forth. Her pussy lips were swollen and soaked. Her face, her cheeks had turned crimson with her arousal. Her eyes fluttered shut and she seemed to try and hold her body motionless, she fought the quiver with the effort. Don could tell she was going down a familiar route. She was near orgasm. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Go right ahead, my dear. Go ahead and cum for me." Suddenly she moaned really loud and her legs shook. "Yes! I'm cumming...now!" Her eyes closed as his fingers worked their magic on her clit. Carla threw her head back in the initial throes of orgasm. She took in a sharp breath and then a little squeak escaped her lips as she came with a long extended groan. She grunted almost obscenely for several seconds as she rode out her climax. This turned on Don even more. It brought out the true lustful animal in him, the lust that Carla had found this weekend and fostered him to be himself. His hands gripped her hips harder as he pumped in and out of her pussy, shaking not only her body but the cushioned ottoman under her. It inched closer to the glass doors in front of them. She reached back and grabbed for his hip as she felt his impending orgasm. "Cum in me, baby! Fill me with your cum!" With a mighty thrust that pushed her hard against the ottoman, she felt that familiar feeling of his jism spurting into her. He roared loudly, one animalistic growl after another as his orgasm wracked his body, he couldn't stop, not now. He felt like his heart stopped and time stood still. Every muscle in his body tensed up and an overwhelming surge of electricity rushed from all of them to his core, to his groin, through his immensely hard cock as it exploded in his lover's body. Carla groaned and gripped tight the edging on the ottoman. She felt her lover's climax streaming into her depths. She looked over at her own image in the mirror again as she climaxed a second time. She pushed against him and he pushed right back, keeping up the pressure, making it last. Finally she collapsed across the ottoman. Don's hands tight around her waist, groaned until his body fell over hers and his arms slipped around her to hold her tightly. The flood of cum inside her for a moment transported her back to a time when things had been perfect, when she had been happily married and her former lover and husband was still there with her. She woke up beside him every morning and for a moment she had a vision of turning around and her lover would be right there, his hair damp against his forehead, his eyes glassy with pleasure, that all too familiar smile she had seen for so many on his face. She closed her eyes. Slowly, they both came back to earth. Carla heard his ragged breath behind her as he lay across her back. Her pleasure continued until she felt him pull out his spent cock. They cuddled and spooned, their fingers intertwined. He clutched her body close to his and kissed her neck as she snuggled against him. "Are you okay?" Carla began to laugh, "I think I've never been more okay in my life." She could let him know she just had a flashback to her ex as they had cum together. "Wow I loved that!" Don breathlessly called out. "I loved it, too." Carla looked up, wiped her chin and licked her lips. Don ran his fingers through her blonde hair. "That was a truly awesome feeling. I am such a lucky man to have you." With her sex overflowing with Don's juices and her own, mixed, their cum flowed down around his shaft between their thighs covering them both with their hot stickiness, saturating the hotel carpet. They lay there for some time, listening to their hearts beat aloud. Finally Carla kissed him and stood. She was still wobbly when she tried to straighten up over her lover's prone body. Don rolled on to his side. "Let me ask you a question," he said as he reached up and lazily stroked the inside of her thigh. "What is your favorite food?" "A nice Filet Mignon," was her immediate response. "But you wouldn't want to eat Filet Mignon everyday, would you?" "Of course not," she brushed her hair back from her face and reached down for his hand, "but what is all this about food." "And why wouldn't you want steak everyday," he continued to draw tighter circles on her upper thigh with her hand following his. "Well, I suppose if I ate it everyday, it wouldn't be that special. All good things are best in moderation." He looked up at her with a very mischievous grin. "It depends. Some things I don't think I can get enough of." With that his hand gently moved over her moist sex. "Some things I don't grow tired of." "I thought we were talking about food. I didn't realize you were going to turn my love for a good juicy steak into a, uh well, a reference to my juicy 'girl'." He raised his eyebrows. "But you do understand what I'm trying to say, right? I can never get tired of you. You are delicious. You taste every bit as good tonight as you did the first time I savored you Friday night." "Do you see me as a lover or a menu item?" "Both, as long as you let me taste you as often as I like." "Taste me, then, lover," she whispered, granting him what he seemed to so strongly desire as she pushed him back on the carpet and straddled his head between her thighs. "You made the mess, now clean me up." Rendezvous – Vegas Weekend (Sunday) Don obliged her and brought her to another climax with his mouth and tongue. They later showered and got dressed to go out again. His surprise was a night out for dinner and a show, the 'O' production of Cirque du Soleil. By the time they made it back to their suite, they cuddled warm and naked in the king-sized bed, but before they could get more physical they both fell asleep between kisses. * * * * * When Don awoke the next morning, he found himself spooned around Carla. His chest cupped to her back, his hips and pelvis tightly pressed to her buttocks. It felt so right, so natural for them to be cuddled up together. He snuggled close and inhaled the clean scent of her soft hair and watched her face in slumber. She was truly beautiful. Finally, Carla shifted under the covers and the sheet slid from her nude body. "Morning sunshine" she said. "Good Day, My Lady." Don reached out stroked her blonde hair. "How are you?" "Damn sore this morning!" Finally she was giggling a little. "How about you?" "I'm fine, a little tired in the jaw perhaps, but no, not sore anywhere," Don replied. "Don, to be honest, I've been thinking this whole thing over real carefully and I have a confession." Carla choked up. "One night stands I've had plenty of - none while I was actually married, but lots when I was young and some since my divorce. I knew them for what they were - a romp in the hay - most of them weren't very satisfying for me sexually, but at the time I probably just needed a warm body close and they were handy, they got off - I got cuddled - it was all good." Don stroked her warm cheek and looked in her eyes. "I have a confession for you. I've loved cuddling you and more this weekend. I knew I'd love being with you, I just didn't know how incredible it really would be. I've gone solo with my sex life for too long. You have made me feel like I haven't felt in years. I can't imagine going back to making love solo again." Carla's eyes watered and she took his hand and kissed it. "If we were always together the likelihood of you ever having to go solo again would be slim; unless of course you wanted to. I am a willing and eager partner, always. I'll be thinking of this time together the next time I'm going solo, maybe even when I'm not going solo. I can see myself wanting to yell out your name in the throes of passion with any new lover. I know that wouldn't go over so well, yelling out another man's name as I cum. But you are in my head, my body, my heart. You are all I thought about for the last several weeks, you and me together making passionate love like this. And I know you will be all I think about after I'm back home." Now it was time for Don to get watery eyes. He cleared his throat nervously. "I've thought of you so much over the months. If I wasn't working I was writing, writing about you and me. I was thinking about you and me and this weekend. You made my life alive again, if that even makes sense. I found passion again. I was aroused to no end by you night after night, day after day." She put her hands to his warm, moist cheeks. "You do know that I intentionally tried to get you aroused, make you all hard and hot and bothered for me." "It definitely worked." Don grinned sincerely through his half closed eyes. "Now having experienced the real you, the real thing, I'll never have to wonder what it feels like making love with you. And we have done it all, I know all of you." "So when you get back home stroke away to your heart's content and think about me the whole while. I'll be doing the same all naked, warm and delicious for you." Don leaned up and kissed her forehead. Then he sat back and held her face in his hands. "So where is this going next, My Lady?" "How about an all encompassing week, maybe somewhere in the Montana mountains? We can lie in front of a roaring fire and no one will be around to bother us." "That I could get into - so into. Maybe more like a month or more of uninterrupted privacy and relaxation." "That would be a dream come true." "Now that sounds like another good story line, two people trapped in a mountain cabin through a snow storm. Don't let me forget that story idea." "Hey, when did you say you had another West Coast business trip?" "I didn't, but it's in about three months." "Can you take a few extra days on either end?" Don hesitated and thought. "Yeah, as long as I get to make love to you all day long for those days." "Oh, we'll see," Carla gave him a sheepish grin. Don leaned in and kissed Carla. "Thank you for everything." He whispered. She put her hand around his neck and pulled his mouth firmly to hers. She wasn't going to let him leave before lighting up his day, his life one more time. "I'm not good with good-byes," she whispered. Then there was silence They both knew this was the day they must part. It was going to be a difficult morning as neither of them wanted their time together to end so abruptly. The weekend in bed and elsewhere was filled with soft, sensual touches as well as fiercely intensive passion, all new and as profoundly erotic as their first night in one another's arms. Don cleared his throat and spoke again, not much above a whisper. "We do have to get back to the real world. I have my family and my job. You have your job and your daughter." He smoothed back the damp blonde bangs from her moist forehead. "But it's been wonderful with you here in Vegas and what a way to find inspiration to finish our respective novels." He gave out a nervous chuckle. Carla reached under the covers and cupped his balls in her hand. "I don't suppose you could leave these and 'Little Donny' when you go?" Don's cock started hardening almost immediately. "I don't think so. You'll just have to take advantage of it while it's here." He swallowed hard. "Oh, Don, make love to me once more. I want you one more time. Please." And once more they did move into their shared intimacy. Carla lay on her back, her legs against his sides. Slowly, gently, he entered her, the rapture of it making them both gasp. Their bodies met and they both savored the connection. He wanted to be deeper, closer to her, and Carla arched up, her legs pulling him tighter wanting his closeness. Don slid his hands under her arms, leaning down and kissing her with joyful passion and pleasure. Again, there was timelessness. Time didn't matter. It ceased to exist in their world. They were joined as one. As they moved, Don watched Carla's face, her expressions arousing him and pleasing him. He slowed and stopped, deep inside her, then flexed his manhood as hard as he could. Carla's eyes opened and her gazed locked on to his. This time Carla squeezed back and they began moving in unison, bodies united, rocking to their mutual primal beat. They changed positions, several times. Time mattered not at all, and they flowed through every position they both knew before their morning time was out. Don was taken beyond his own primal urges as he watched Carla writhe under him and above him. He let himself get lost in her slippery, sensual womanhood, feeling her spasm around his cock. They moved into a scissor position, with him straddling one of her legs, holding the other high as he thrust in and out. When she looked up at him, a wry smile came over her face. She felt him move smoothly and deeply into her sex. The look on her face was one of enjoyment, sexy appreciation. Carla's head moved from side to side, her hips rocking, hands squeezing her own breasts. Their movements intensified, thrusting hard against each other, then slowed, becoming gentle, enjoying all of the sensations, savoring each one. Muscles in Carla's belly and thighs fluttered and trembled. She made a sudden sharp inhalation. His cock made squelching sounds as it slid in and out of her. Her breath was hot against his ear as she spoke, "Oh, yesss. I like this," she said. "So do I." He breathed back to her. The shaft of his cock felt hard, huge, very solid resting within her wet body. He moved back and their lips parted. "Don't stop," she said. "Please don't stop now." She sighed and took another even deeper breath. He could feel her adjusting around him. He braced his knees and feet and pushed again, slowly. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again. The next stroke was a little faster, and the one after that faster yet. Her sex soon had a hot muscular grip on his manhood. "Mmmmm," she said and giggled again. "You go so deep. I feel so full." She started to move her hips, pleasing him, pleasing her. They picked up speed and for a few moments they thrust hard and fast. "Oh, I want more of this," she told me. All Don could do was nod above her. She crossed her ankles behind his knees and they began to work together, the delicious work of making love. From long slow deep strokes, to short fast ones with just the swollen head of his cock squeezing in and out of her, they moved through the sensual dance. Through the entire heady moment they kissed and caressed each other. "Oh baby, you feel so good!" He almost groaned into her mouth as if by sheer urging her sex sucked him in. He could feel her surrounding the entire length of his thick cock and as she squeezed him tight. "Ohh, Don!" Carla grabbed at his hair, as she felt him swell and stiffen further inside her. She could feel him massaging her most intimate place with his lovely, hard sex as she looked into her lover's eyes. She could see all the welled up passion in them. Carla shuddered at the wonderfully pleasurable sensation. He pumped his shaft in and out and she moved in unison with each stroke. She slid both her hands to the back of Don's head as he stroked still faster and deeper. She used her legs to pull him into her still further. Their rhythm intensified and their thrusts and counter thrusts became more determined. Carla gasped and her back arched, as her hands gripped his arms anticipating her climax. "Oh, please! Oh yes, come on fifty-year old man! Come on baby, give it to me!" Her hips twitched against his and their bellies slapped together as he drove his cock in and out of her. She was so ready to explode and at the very moment she thought she could no longer contain herself. Don saw the panting rapture on his lover's beautiful face. He could feel his welling orgasm and he knew he would be cumming very soon. He could not hold back now anymore than he had the many times he'd cum the last few days. With a final deep thrust, and a big arch to his back, Don buried his hard manhood to his balls. Every nerve in Carla's body seemed to explode at the very instant she felt her lover's cock released into her sex. The passion overcame them both. Don brought his mouth hungrily to hers. Their mouths locked, their tongues tangled as together they felt more sexually aggressive than they had since coming together this weekend. Carla's cheeks clenched and her vagina squeezing him as tight as ever as it slid in and out of her, her whole body wracked with sensations that overwhelmed her. She felt the burning in her lungs as she tried to inhale enough air. Don watched in total fascination and sexual awe as she exploded in a series of jerking pelvic raptures. Her throaty cries filled his ears. She gasped again and again as her orgasm seemed to overtake her. He had never seen this kind of reaction before from his hard cock, his fingers or his ever-eager tongue. He quickly joined her in her ecstasy. He felt his cock rub inside her and explode until every last ounce of pleasure exuded from his body. When at last she calmed, Carla opened her eyes and issued a raspy purr of satisfaction. She felt him easing off her. His face was full of passion and he had a satisfied look upon his face, a knowing look that said he'd been pleased and felt he had pleased her. Don stopped for a moment and held her tight. "This weekend was even more wonderful than I could have ever imagined." Carla snuggled up more closely. "That is so what I want in my life - being with someone who I am still totally hot for even after a few years of being with each other." "Is it really possible - or probable you can still be this hot for someone after several years together?" "Is it fair to say that I am falling for the essences of who you are?" Carla looked into his eyes and cupped his cheek in her warm palm. "I know I shouldn't say that out loud - it's not fair to you - but we have never been untruthful with each other. I think I love you, Don. Anyway, there is my latest confession." There was no hesitation on his part, for he had by now thrown aside any my doubts. "This was more than a hot roll in the hay. You made this weekend, every day and every night so very special. Our messages and heated fantasies, exchanged over the last four or five months, brought us together, built up the electricity. But we've found we really do like each other, we know one another. That, to me, made this the most fantastic weekend I've had in a very long time." Don smiled, and kissed Carla once again, this time gently on the cheek. "I love you too, Carla," he said in a soft voice. Don took her in his arms once more. He did not want to let her go. In fact he didn't want her to move at all. He wanted her to be part of him, to simply envelop her within him so she couldn't go anywhere. He wanted her more than he could ever have imagined in all their time together on-line. Still holding her close he rolled onto his side so he could look at her. He just wanted to look into her eyes forever. The rest of the day could wait. * * * * * Don arrived home the following Friday after completing the rest of his west coast trip and business. He looked down at his suitcase sitting on his bed. Something was sticking out between the zipper in the inner pocket. He found himself drawn toward it and before he knew it he was standing over it totally focused on the peach-colored fabric. He knew what it was. With shaky hands and heart racing, a familiar feeling came over him, going back years to when he first opened a coed's underwear drawer back in college on one of those panty raids across campus. Standing there much more mature now, he found himself just as excited as those many years ago, looking at a woman's panties. Only he knew it wasn't just any woman's panties. They were Carla's. He grinned and chuckled at what she had done. It should have scared him that his wife could have found them first, but instead he was already getting aroused remembering this pair of panties coming off her their first nigh together. His hand reached out and caressed the cool, satiny material. Although he still felt more than a little self-conscious, his shaking hand picked up the panties. He knew he should put them away quickly, before his wife could discover them. But he couldn't resist the temptation. He carefully held the underwear and excitedly fondled them. He swore he could feel his lover's warmth in them, from that hot cleft of pleasure between her legs. As he fondled the dainty lingerie, he realized he ached with desire for her sexy body. He missed her so much already He also felt like that oversexed horny college kid back on campus. He found himself unbuttoning his pants and pushing them and his briefs down. The desire for her body as well as the excitement of the sexy panties filled his cock as he instinctively wrapped the peach material around his swelling member. He felt that burning desire for Carla as he pumped his shaft through the sexy panties. The familiar erotic sensations of his college fantasy days meshed with the current lust and love he had for his new lover. It all flooded his body and brain. With that, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back thinking of Carla enjoying herself at her computer as they chatted, as she moved her hand on her pussy in these panties. He watched her fingers pressing on her mound as she rubbed herself in earnest for him. She looked back at him with those seductive blue eyes, smiling at him assaulting her clit. He could see she was nearing climax as her body tensed. Her hips rose, pressing against her rapidly moving fingers... Then he saw her in the mirrored vanity of their hotel suite. There he was naked from the waist down with his throbbing seven and half inch hard-on sliding through a pair of her panties. She walked on into the bedroom. There was almost a comical look of embarrassment on her lover's face as he stood there in all his horny boyish looking glory. He was putting on an erotic one-man show for her. His hard cock did nothing to shy away as the pair of bikini panties still wrapped around the middle of his shaft caressed him as he reached down to tickle his balls with his free hand... Don opened his eyes for real and looked down at himself. His nipples were erect. The connection between his nipples and cock was direct as usual; the more he pulled on either of them the harder they got and his cock got. Abruptly in his trance he heard the front door of the house open. He was about to be caught in this illicit act. But he'd gone too far to stop playing with himself. He could feel the orgasm hitting him. If possible his nipples stood out even harder, the usual reaction just before an orgasm. His stomach muscles tensed as his knees bent but did not buckle. Suddenly his whole body shook and he let out a squelched yelp as his orgasm hit him. As he furiously stroked Carla's soft panties up and down his hard cock, arcs of cum jetted out the tip and the thick white ropes landed on the carpet. He had to hold on to his wife's vanity for support as his knees finally did buckle. He out a long sigh until all breath had left him. When he opened his eyes again, besides being drained and satisfied, he was totally stunned. He looked down and saw he had squirted everywhere. What amazed him most was the amount is streaks and small pools out across the bedroom carpet. After biting his lip to keep from laughing at what he had just done, he stumbled back, awkwardly pulling up his briefs and pants at the same time. He recovered enough to quickly wipe up what he could of his lust for Carla from the carpet. No sooner had he stood back up, than his wife appeared at the bedroom door. He quickly hid the panties behind his back. "Hi baby." She came walking toward him. "Welcome home." Don tucked Carla's panties into the back of his shorts as his wife reached her arms up around his neck and on her toes kissed him on the cheek. "Hi dear." He feigned a kiss to her cheek. "Did you have a good time without me?" She asked. "I, uh, well." He began to grin and turned his head before he gave himself away. "It was real tough, but I did the best I could." Don felt the damp panties against his back, against his skin. All he could think about as he kissed his wife was the next time, the next time for a 'business trip' and when he would be with Carla again. It would be soon. He was envisioning a week in a mountain cabin.