0 comments/ 84979 views/ 5 favorites Loving Las Vegas By: CaroleS32 My husband thought it would be a fun time so I went. We were in Las Vegas for a week of gambling, drinking and general mayhem. We had left the kids at home with my parents and set out on a trip to try and spice up our lives. We had both been working far too much and our sex life had gone from a robust 3-5 times per week to a lackluster 1-2 times per month with all the passion of an afternoon nap. When my husband suggested we go to a strip club I hesitantly agreed. The only reason I said yes was that I was already pretty drunk and wanted to see what those women had that I didn’t. I know I don’t have the body for stripping, but I don’t think I am half bad for a 36-year-old mother of two. My chest is a fairly firm 36b my tummy is nearly flat and my hips are full and rounded, so what if I am carrying around fifteen extra pounds, it is all in the right places, and the men I work with don’t seem to mind. We walked in and my husband insisted on taking a seat right at the stage. The woman on stage when we arrived was a skinny little thing with enormous boobs but she had no idea how to move, and she rarely looked at the audience so when her set was over most of the men were not disappointed. The next woman who went by the stage name Houston came out to the Guns and Roses song Welcome to the Jungle. She was dressed in a tight short leopard print dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. She was about 5’9” and was very curvy with a full 38c chest and hips equally as wide with a narrowish waist and long blonde hair. Her movements were very predatory and every sway of her body elicited a response from the audience. She walked from person to person working her way around the stage always looking at the patrons and often taking to them. She reached my husband and I midway through her set, and smiled at us before launching into her routine. By this time she was naked and the sweat glistened off her body under the hot colored lights. My husband reached over and placed a five-dollar bill in front of me and she smiled and looked into my eyes while her hips began to gyrate. My eyes were drawn to her full breasts and her nipples appeared to stiffen under my intense gaze. My eyes returned to hers and she smiled knowingly before her eyes glanced down at my own chest. I felt a slight tingle shoot through my body when she sized me up. She leaned over my head and her hair hid us from the prying eyes of the other patrons. I could smell the sweetness of her perfume and felt her hot breath on my neck as she leaned in close and whispered in my ear. Her voice was soft and sexy as she asked me if I liked what I saw. I slowly stammered out that yes she was very sexy. Then she asked me if I had ever made love to a woman. I answered her truthfully saying that I had never even considered it, until now. With that she gave me a soft kiss on the forehead and told me that maybe I should try it. Then she moved to the man next to me to give him a sexy show. My heart was racing as she danced the rest of her set, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her luscious body. My husband’s hands lightly stroked my back and neck keeping my nipples so hard they hurt. When Houston finished her set she walked over to me and asked if I wanted a private dance. I told her I didn’t know they did that, and she said, “sure they did” and took me by the hand while my husband reluctantly stayed put. There were two other dancers doing private dances for men in the dark room as she led me into the secluded corner. I sat in a chair and Houston began to move. She quickly shed her clothes including her sexy bra and panties and swayed her naked hips for me while my husband sat back at the stage. Houston took my hands and placed them on her hips as they gyrated sensually. She bend down and kissed me softly on the lips. Her kiss was soft and sweet and it melted my defenses. She kissed me harder, her lips parting and her tongue pushed it’s way into my mouth. The feel of her soft full lips pressed against mine was the most erotic feeling I had ever experienced. My tongue began to dance with hers while my fingers rested on her swaying hips. The songs melted together as we kissed in the dark room. Her hands began to caress my breasts through my shirt and I moaned softly into her hungry mouth. Her fingers pulled up my shirt and touched my naked flesh sending a tingle through my overheated body. Houston knelt between my thighs, her body gently swaying to the music. She placed her hands on my thighs and slid them up towards my pussy. Her fingers slid up the legs of my shorts and she pulled my panties to the side allowing her access to the slick wet folds of my pussy. She slid two fingers inside me while her other hand began rubbing my hard clit. I bit down on my fist to stifle a scream as a small orgasm shook through my body. The waves of pleasure washed over me with an unexpected intensity and I closed by eyes shutting out the world. When I opened my eyes Houston was sucking my juices off her finger. She held her hand up to my face and I lovingly took her finger into my mouth and sucked it like a small cock. When the song ended the trance was lifted and Houston led me back to my seat at the stage. I smiled at my husband and sat quietly as the dancers on the stage worked rhythmically for their money. I didn’t see Houston again after that but as my husband and I were leaving the waitress handed me a small piece of paper that read, “Call me 555-6317, Jenny (Houston).” I smiled and placed the paper in my pocket as I felt a nervous flutter in my heart. I knew I would call her because she had awakened a once dormant desire and the new side of my sexuality would have to be explored...but that is another story. Let me know if you want to hear about it, because it really was a fun time. Too bad my husband didn’t like it, after all it was all his idea... Loving Las Vegas "CindySpice, you are an amazing woman." Hello Las Vegas! That was my motto for three beautiful nights and two and a half days. They say that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, how true that is. At least it is for me. I had never been to Las Vegas before though I'd had the opportunity to go once before but just didn't think it smart at the time. Looking back I'm grateful that I didn't go when I had the chance because I don't think I would have done all that I did this time, probably not even half. Flying into Las Vegas at night is a sight to see. All the lights from the hotels, casinos, and business' are just breath taking. I'm not from a small city and it isn't like I've never seen city lights from the sky, but just something about seeing a new city from the night sky when it is all lighted, it is just magical to me. I had made plans before I even left home so I knew I was going to have a great time. I had looked into the club scene and had mapped out the clubs that were on my "must do" list. My co-workers had told me of restaurants, hotels, casinos and places to stop in and sight see, but none knew what I was really going for. They all thought my talk of the clubs was just that, talk. How little did they know? The Internet has a funny sense of humor. I was looking for BDSM clubs in Las Vegas when suddenly an Escort site came up on my computer screen. Interesting but not what I was looking for. I must say that there are some very beautiful escorts in Las Vegas. I found all the clubs that caught my attention and met my desires but something drew my attention back to the escort site. I began to look at the escorts personal profiles and websites to see if there was something more to their pictures they displayed. Some of the women were quite bold in what they liked to do, while others were less than interesting in the brains department, while a few were definitely worth more looks. There were three that caught my undivided attention. Two of the women, their pictures showed no faces, just their bodies in lingerie. Their profiles were of their height, weight and other measurements. Both quite fetching to look at and if anywhere near their stated measurements, they were sure to be superb in the physical form. However as I read their profiles, something just seemed to dull. No sense of true passion, they were just a body for sex. Now I enjoy sex as much as anyone, but if I'm going to hire an escort, I want more than just a willing body, I want a participant not just in body, but in spirit and mind. The third woman, her photo was just a simple headshot that you'd expect of a model. The photo was very attractive, tasteful and up-front. Her profile was something else completely. She invited you to get to know her through her website and then if you had questions that her site didn't answer to call or email her and that she'd be happy to answer all your questions no matter if you thought them stupid. I emailed her because I wasn't sure about just calling an escort. I'd never hired an escort before and where I live, they are almost non-existent. The email she sent right away showed how much care she took in potential clients needs, desires and never once came across as routine. The first time we spoke on the phone, she at once made me feel at ease and bolstered my confidence in dealing with such an attractive woman. I kept thinking, "she is too good to be true", but the more we talked, her mostly answering my questions I began to feel like I had known her most of my life. This was the woman I wanted to spend time with in Las Vegas. We made a date for one of the days I'd be in Vegas. I felt like a teenager going on my first date with the school beauty queen. I called her to confirm my hotel and my safe arrival. I couldn't sleep the night before, and was up early and then took two showers to make sure that I would not present a poor first impression. I was impressed when she pulled up to my hotel driving a fine sports car. I'm no major car buff, but her ride was sweet and had lots of power when and where it needed to be. She jumped out of the car and gave me a very nice hug to greet me. The hug alone nearly stopped my heart. Seeing pictures of her, and then seeing her in the flesh and getting to hold her close. The feel of her body in that short moment of time is a memory I shall forever cherish. I've never been a real ladies man, so the attention of this lovely lady was most welcomed and needed. She could handle this powerful car with ease as I watched her pull away from my hotel to go for dinner. Zipping through traffic all the while holding a conversation I was beginning to think I'd found my soul mate. She was intelligent, witty, sensitive, caring, and a million other things that make a woman wonderful. Looks and brains a great personality so much to offer and she is my "date". I could see the eyes of men on her when we got out of her car to go into the restaurant. I couldn't hide the smile when I saw a few envious glares that she was with me. As we were seated in booth, she slides around to be next to me. The waiter took notice and had to look away when he caught my knowing look. Her movements had given the waiter a perfect show of her deep cleavage. Never during dinner did the conversation ever seem to grow dull or forced, it just flowed easily like two long lost friends. Her personality showed her strengths, her determination and desire for life. The light touches became tender caresses. I could stare for days into her eyes and hear her sweet voice sing me to sleep each night. Nothing about this woman said typical, everything screamed amazing. After dinner, and back into her car it was off to the Strip and to play my tour guide. She told me of her adventures as an escort, what she gets out of her "dates" more than just money I'm happy to say. I began to learn how very fortunate I was in choosing her. I knew of the dangers of hiring an escort, but I dare say I only knew a few. She told me that some of the escorts are unfortunately on drugs, and they do more things with their clients then is safe. They take great risks for money and drugs and that's very sad. I could hear the pain in her voice as she spoke of these young women whose lives can and most likely will be ruined for drugs and money, or they pick the wrong client and are severely beaten and worse. She had been fortunate in that none of the serious bad had ever come her way. She completed my tour of the Strip and returned to my hotel. It felt nice having her with me as we walked through the lobby to go to my room. Once in the room, nothing was rushed. I'm a romantic and I enjoy taking my time. She lit some candles then slowly undressed down to her thong. I enjoyed exploring her body, learning every curve and muscle, and hearing her soft breathing. Just caressing her body was nearly overwhelming. We continued talking softly in the candlelight. Slow and delicate, her skin warm and soft. When she rolled over to her back, my breath caught in my throat. I had watched her undress, but the image of her lying on my bed nearly naked was awe-inspiring. She gave me a mischievous smile, then removed her thong. I know I began for a time trying to control myself, I was shaking with desire I didn't want her to think I had no control. That smile never left her lips; she just reclined back and allowed me to continue my exploration of her body. Our coupling was quiet, not the screaming, headboard banging wild sex that so many expect. It was slow to build up, and lasted through what time seemed to stand still for. The feel of her body as she climaxed, her soft cries, in complete harmony. After, we cuddled one another, caressed and kissed gently. I had read that men who hire certain types of escorts are seeking the "GFE" girlfriend experience. Having never before hired an escort, I wasn't seeking the girlfriend experience, I was seeking something more. I wanted the intimacy and the passion, not just sex. In truth, if we had not had sex that would have been fine with me. Spending time with her is a memory I shall always remember with great fondness. I learned a lot about myself from her. I think, no I know that a part me fell in love with her. She holds so many wonderful characteristics many that I seek in my soul mate that it would be so easy to fall head over heals in love with her. When our time was up, she dressed and asked if I'd like to walk her back out to her car. Another heart stopping hug from her and into her car she went. I walked away back to my hotel; I turned to watch her leave a part of my heart going with her. She was a very special woman, and made my first time in Vegas a time to always remember. I called her from the airport a couple of days later before I was flying out. It was bittersweet to hear her voice again. I wanted to thank her again for the wonderful date I'd had with her and to commit her voice to memory as well. I had a wild time to say the least when I was in Vegas; she, CindySpice was one that will forever hold a special place in my heart. I have only told two people some of what I did while in Vegas, so it is pretty true that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.