1 comments/ 18332 views/ 2 favorites Big 40 in the City O' Sin By: Ambers My Reality Is Better Than Fantasy... Don't you just love vacations? This is the beginning of my favorite vacation yet. My other half and I are both incredibly excited as we board the plane for his 40th birthday trip to Las Vegas, not to mention slightly tipsy from a few drinks in the airport lounge. We stroll down the aisle and find our seats and settle in for the short flight to Sin City. Soon after take off, we are signaled to remove our seatbelts, I am too warm, so I remove my heavy wool coat and lay it across my lap. The drink cart comes around and we both order, and get comfortable, both squirming with anticipation. I am a little crowded by the gentleman in the seat next to me, so I lean slightly towards my man, although not my intention, I am not upset by him taking it as an invitation. He doesn't even seem to try and hide his actions as he lifts the armrest between us and slides his hand under my coat, and up the hem of my flimsy skirt. His warm, masculine hand finds its way between my thighs and rapidly to my bare pussy. He manipulates me in all the right places, and before long I begin to squirm. I can feel my juices soaking his hand and running down the crack of my ass to the leather seat. I can't help but giggle knowing that the next occupant will have quite a surprise when seated for their flight. My hips begin to rotate in time with his hand, I cant help it, he knows just how easy it is for him to turn me on. The occupant of the next seat has begun making not so subtle glances in our direction, more pointedly, at my lap. I know he's trying to figure out if what he thinks is going on is actually taking place. A grin emerges across His face as he notices that the groans that have begun low in my throat are no longer being contained, and my cries of passion have become audible to the man that can now no longer take his eyes off of my lap. He is waiting to see just how vocal I will get thousands of feet in the air in the view of a total stranger. Already my hips are rotating and my eyes are half-lidded in ecstasy , I can no longer hold off the tremors that begin to make my body tremble. I chance a glance at our neighboring passenger and see him slowly stroking a sizable bulge growing in his pants, and I think, what the hell, we might as well both be enjoying this. He makes a point of stroking himself now, ensuring that I have seen exactly the kind of effect I am having on him. I glance at my man, making sure he knows exactly what he's getting us into, and his smile is evident enough proof that he is as excited by the prospect as I am. My bold man increases the intensity of his stroking, and my arousal is rapidly reaching its peak. He intends for me to come hard, with an audience, so be it. I turn to him and try to glare, but it only spurs him on. I can't resist what I already know was going to happen, and I give in. My breath quickens, my chest heaves, and He stares straight into my eyes, willing me to go off in his hand. The sounds of my passion increase in volume, filling up our section of the cabin. Then, it begins, the low moans increase in tempo and become a whine. He places his thumb on my hot swollen clit and buries two fingers into my overflowing pussy. It's all I can take, my body rocks violently, my rhythmic squirm becoming and uncontrollable spasm. As I shiver and shake he is relentless in his attentions never stopping until the shudders subside and in exhaustion I rest my head on his shoulder. He gently withdraws his hand from my body, but I'm quick, I reach for it and bring it to my lips, licking and sucking off the evidence of my arousal. I am wishing it is his cock, but for now I make do. I draw his two middle fingers into my mouth, down my throat, and he gently turns my head just in time to our neighbor shake in a powerful orgasm of his. My mouth forms an O of shock around His fingers as I watch the wetness spread across the front of his tailored trousers. In my own excitement I had forgotten all about our spectator. As I finish cleaning off His fingers, not missing any evidence, the fasten your seatbelt light chimes on, and I struggle to compose myself. The man next to me leans down and whispers a thank you in my ear. I look at him and can feel the subtle flush rise in my cheeks, but is it embarrassment, or power? Big 40 in the City O' Sin Ch. 02 While exiting the airplane, I quietly inform my dubious man that he will get his, to which he replies, "not soon enough". I'm thinking how true, as I can already taste his magnificent cock on my tongue in anticipation. He goes on to get our luggage while I go outside to flag down a taxi. By luck, we get one of the mini-van variety so at least we can stretch out our legs on our way to the hotel. we hop in the taxi laughing, relieved that our bags made it through the airport without incident, I would be horrified if they had been looked into, as I think I could start my own mail order toy business with nothing but the contents of one bag, well, that and the video camera... As we settle into the cab the driver tells us that it might be a longer ride due to an accident and the resulting heavy back-up of traffic. Okay, it is what it is right? My gorgeous companion leans back in his seat and closes his eyes, but they snap open again as I place my hand high up on his thigh. After all of the excitement on the plane, he is awfully quick to respond and his cock is rock hard almost instantly from the softest stroking. I increase the pressure and speed, and now it is his turn to sigh and squirm. At least he doesn't have an audience. We hit the traffic and the driver informs us that it will be about another half-hour before we reach the hotel. Perfect. I don't know if the driver can see my face in the darkened interior of the cab, but I am pleased for the first time in my life with unexpected traffic, and a sly smile spreads across my face. The driver switches on some music and I slowly unzip my mans zipper. His massive cock is so hard, it must have been painfully constricted. I tease the fly open, I can feel the delightful throb and heat in my hand. I pop open the button with my left hand and gently, teasingly, trace patterns on that gorgeous tool with my right. His cock springs forward into my hand, it feels like a steel rod, and as I stroke it, he shivers and takes a nervous glance at the driver. The man up front isn't paying any attention to the action happening right under his nose, so my willing victim relaxes a little. I start to encircle that cock with my hand in a slow but steady rhythm and his heartbeat quickens, but I am taking my time, I don't want his come in my hand, I want it thick and hot in my mouth, on my face, running down my throat. Slowly I lean over and put my face in his lap, and remove my hand from his cock, sliding it down to gently rub his balls. rolling them around in my hand, they are hard and tight. What a pity, this won't take long. I start by gliding my tongue along the underside of his cock, then move to the top. Then I rapidly circle the throbbing head before sucking it into my mouth completely. I slide my mouth over the length of it a few times, savoring the feel of that impressive thing on my tongue, then I suck it in completely, feeling it hi the back of my throat, before I swallow it whole. I can hear him moan just loud enough, and I now know we must have the attention of our driver. The unsuspecting man has begun looking in the rear view mirror , and I t doesn't take him long to realize that he is going to be the only spectator for what is looking to be quite a show. I re-double my efforts on my man's cock, giving the spectator something to remember us by. My man grabs fistfuls of my hair and starts pumping his hips up and down, voraciously fucking my mouth. I love the feel of that hot, heavy rod sliding in between my lips, across my tongue, before stretching my throat. As I continue with constant rhythm, he starts to shake. The pumping of his hips becoming more and more erratic and I know he is ready to give me what I have been waiting for. I increase my speed and suction on his cock and wiggle my finger to the spot between his ass and his balls, applying just the right amount of pressure. I look up directly into his eyes and that does the trick. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, but the first shot hits my chin and runs down my neck. Even better than I expected. He is so hot he can't even control his aim. His gasps and groans fill the cab, and the second shot hits all the way in the back of my throat with such force I half expect it to splash back out. Then the third, forth and fifth land squarely on my tongue and I savor the taste before swallowing it down. With a Cheshire grin I softly lick my lips, and gently give the tip of his cock a few more licks, relishing in every shudder when my tongue makes contact. Still massaging his balls, I even manage to coax a little more of his tasty come onto my tongue, before licking him completely clean. Quietly, the driver announces that we have reached our destination. My man rapidly forces himself back into the constriction of his jeans and jumps out, embarrassed, to get our luggage. I stay behind and pay the driver. Teasingly licking my lips, I am sure to leave him a generous tip. He hands me a card, and says to make sure we ask for him for the return trip to the airport, that he knows of several "detours" and to make sure we plan on time for unexpected "traffic". I may do just that. But for now, there are many more adventures to be had in the city of sin..