What Goes In Vegas

Here I was in Las Vegas, USA; Somewhere I had wanted to visit for years. The city of sin, lights and excitement. Not that I was looking for sin, I was very happily married. It was my first time in America; my husband had been twice before on business and was here on business again, only this time, we had paid for my airfare so I could tag along and see the sights.We had left our son and daughter with Ray's parents and had been looking forward to the first couple of weeks to ourselves for several years. However, Ray had been very concerned I would be bored, as he had to work at a trade show for five days. And after the show, we were to travel to LA, where he had another three days of meetings before we got some time to ourselves. We were to stop in Hawaii for a few days after that to stay with my older brother's family before travelling back home.Ray's company had put us up at the Luxor, a pyramid-shaped hotel on the Las Vegas strip.It was the third day of the trade show, and I rose with Ray at 7:00. He met his American colleagues for breakfast each morning before they caught a van over to the Mandalay Bay to prepare their stand. I pulled on some jeans, a T-shirt and sneakers, but Ray stopped me. "It's way too hot out there; wear a skirt and blouse. That white cotton one, so you don't need to wear a bra. I wouldn't bother with panties either; keep nice and cool.""I'm not going out without panties, you dirty bugger. But it would be nice to skip the bra,"On the show's first day, two American wives had taken the six wives that, like me, had tagged along with their husbands on a tour of Vegas. But I found it quite hard to communicate with the other wives, as they did not speak much English, five being from. Europe and one from Taiwan.And so, on day two, I had set out along the strip on my own and shopped until I dropped. But today, I felt like getting away from the main drag. So after breakfast, I asked the front desk if there was a large mall where the locals shopped. Soon I was in a taxi, cruising to what they told me was one of the larger shopping complexes in Vegas. It did not take long, straight down a road from the Hotel. Before I knew it, we were there, and I wondered why I had bothered to catch a taxi. I should have walked.I'm very fit, I carried a bit too much weight in my teens, and just before I met Ray, I joined a Gym and got myself back into shape. I always joked that Ray would never have looked at the pre-fit version of me. I have attended a gym at least three times a week ever since; I also did a lot of walking and played netball. This helped keep my figure trim, which I was secretly quite proud of.Once in the Mall, I found most shops were not open as it was not yet 9:00. Anyway, the shops looked to be the same as the previous two malls I had visited. And so I considered returning to our Hotel when I saw a makeover sign outside a beautician shop. It was advertising a special makeover for half the regular price. I wandered in, and the young girl that met me immediately took me through to see her boss. She offered me the supreme makeover for the same price as their base special if I would allow them to use my photos in an advertising campaign. I thought, what the hell? I was quite flattered that they felt me pretty enough for their advertising material.Two hours later, all made up and with my shoulder-length blond hair in a mass of curls, I was posing for the Mall's photographer. God! Ray was going to be blown away when he returned to the Hotel and saw me that night. The woman I saw in the mirror was a stunning new version of myself.When I got out the front, though, the line at the taxi stand was very long. Looking up the road, I could see the strip, and figuring it was only a couple of miles and decided to walk back.I had walked about a mile when the buildings on each side of the road started to thin. Then, in another half mile, it was just scrubby bush on either side. In front of me, the strip seemed just as far as when I started, and I realised I had made a mistake, it was getting very hot, and I was feeling very isolated and vulnerable. This unease intensified when a car raced past, and some young hoons shouted vulgar comments at me.I turned and looked back to the Mall, trying to decide if I should head back there. But that now seemed a daunting distance away also. I started walking towards the strip again when an ambulance pulled alongside me. A guy in full paramedic gear hopped out and asked if I was okay."I'm walking back to the Luxor, but I've just realised that it's a good deal further than I thought.""Yes! Distances are a lot further than you think out here in the desert. It's not safe either for an attractive woman to be hiking on her own here. You are fortunate to have gotten this far without being accosted," he said, motioning me to get into the front.I went to decline, saying that I could get in the back. But he waved to the passenger door."No! DJ decided to stop, and we aren't meant to pick up hitchhikers, so you get to sit up front with him."I climbed in and saw that DJ, the driver, was a handsome black guy holding out the seat belt for me."Hi, Ma'am, I'm DJ. What on earth are you doing out here?"I checked him out and replied, "I'm Carol; sorry to be a nuisance, but I did not realise the distance back to the strip. I'm staying at the Luxor."He leaned over and helped me fasten my seat belt, and then as he straightened the strap, his fingers brushed over my nipple. It was an accident, I'm sure, but the feeling was incredible, and my nipple instantly hardened. I had never been touched by a black guy before. Hell, I had never even talked with a black American before."That's alright, miss, you're welcome. I'll drop you around the side of the Luxor; you don't want to be seen climbing out of an LSV, do you?"I had no idea what an LSV was, but I guessed it must be what they call an Ambulance here. We talked, and he asked me where I was from, etc. I found him very easy to talk with. I learned that they were finishing their shift and heading back to base, and I was very lucky they had driven by as nobody walked where there were no sidewalks, let alone pretty ladies on their own.When we reached the Hotel, DJ held up his hand to stop me from leaping out. "Let me help you escort kocaeli down. It's the procedure, ma'am. We can't have you falling out and breaking something. I'd get my butt sued."He hopped out, zipped around the front, then leaned in and grabbed the seatbelt as I released it. Again his fingers brushed my nipple, this time the right one, and this time I wasn't so sure it was an accident. The same result, though. Again, a rush of desire shot down to my groin. He helped me down from the cab. I was blushing profusely and trying to gather my wits together again. This handsome black guy was making me feel like a silly sixteen-year-old."Ma'am, would you let me come back and take you to lunch? The least I can do for a beautiful visitor to our city. I have to drop the rig back at base and will shower and change." Then looking at his watch, "I'll be back in my ride about 1:00 pm."No, I can't; I'm married.""Being married doesn't matter, besides I insist. You can tell your husband it was in payment for the ride I gave you. Give me your number; I'll call you when I'm about to pull in at this same spot."I knew I should disagree as my body was flushed and tingling with him standing so close. But almost against my will, I stuttered, "Okay then." And taking the phone he was holding out to me. I typed in my number. Then I made a fast escape into the Luxor's side entrance wanting to escape any further embarrassment.My mind was working overtime. DJ was smoking-hot. He stood at least a foot taller than me, which must have made him about six-four. Still, he should not have had this effect on me. How embarrassing. In the inclinator up to our room, it took a lot of effort not to reach up and pull on my erect, sensitive nipples. And when I got into our room, I headed straight for the shower. I had to be super careful not to mess up my hair and makeup, only allowing the cold water to run from my breasts down.Once I felt some semblance of normality return, I dried, rifled through my drawers, looking for my best underwear, and pulled on a bra, thinking that I needed protection if he was to brush my breasts again at lunch. Next, I put another skirt and top on, nothing flash; I didn't want to overdress and let him know how interested I was. Then I switched on the TV and sat and waited for his call.I couldn?t tell you what I was watching. My mind was awash with thoughts about the beautiful black man about to take me to lunch. I was attracted to him; there was no denying that. But I loathed infidelity, some of my friends I played netball with had played around, and I disapproved strongly. I was sure Ray had played around a few years before, and it had hurt like hell, so I did not want to put him through that. However, there was a little voice telling me not to let the opportunity of a date with this gorgeous black man slip away, and I kept telling myself it was only lunch.I worked out from something he had said that he was only twenty-five. So he was almost five years younger than me. I blushed crimson when my mind stumbled into the realm of "all black men have huge cocks." Then I pushed that thought away, telling myself I was happily married and not in a million years would I let myself get in any situation where I would find out how big he was.About fifteen minutes later, I got a text that he was almost there and should be pulling in when I got to the parking bay. Very excited, my body hot and flushed, I left our room and headed downstairs. He had it timed perfectly. As I stepped out into the heat, a charcoal Dodge Durango pulled up in front of me, and DJ raced around to the passenger door to help me in. Once on the road, he explained that he was taking me to a small restaurant near where he lived and that it was about half an hour's drive away. I sat there wondering what I had let myself in for. Was I being abducted? Would I find myself at his house with a bunch of black guys waiting to molest me? Would I be cut up and sold for body parts? What a bloody fool I had been to take this risk. But the hot fluttering feeling in my belly stopped me from calling for him to stop and let me out.Unaware of my thoughts, DJ just chatted away, asking about my life and interests, and he seemed very interested in all my replies. Soon we were pulling up outside a modest-looking restaurant in the suburbs. He explained he ate here a lot as the food was good and reasonably priced.He ordered for me, explaining to the waiter that as I was staying in a flash hotel on the strip, I would be sick of the rich food, and we would like something simple. he and the waiter settled on fish with a Caesar salad. Once the waiter departed, we continued our conversation. I found he was from an impoverished neighbourhood in Georgia. He had worked his butt off to raise himself out of poverty, won a scholarship to College, where he graduated, and went on to study as a paramedic."You don't sound very American," I commented, "I would have expected, as you come from Georgia, you would have a strong southern drawl.""I have worked hard to get rid of my accent, hard enough to be black, let alone sounding like some hillbilly. So I watched a lot of English TV programmes."He kept diverting the conversation back to me and was very interested in my life, hobbies, etc. And especially interested when I told him I had ridden a motorbike. I probably blew my skill level up when I saw his interest. The fact was, I had only ridden a 100cc bike to university in my late teens.He asked me if I would go dancing with him that evening, and when I said I couldn't as I would be with my husband, he said to bring him along. But, good lord, I don't think Ray would take too kindly to my taking him dancing with a handsome black guy. So I laughed it off, saying it would not happen. I was debating whether I would tell Ray about this lunch. I would not usually keep any secrets from him, but I was guilty about my feelings and interest in the guy. I was scared some of my illicit feelings would appear on my face.After more conversation, DJ asked me if he could take me out the next day."No! You don't understand. I'm happily married, and if I said yes, I'd just be leading you on.""You won't be leading me on. I'd really enjoy your company. I would not expect anything more than that. kocaeli anal yapan escort Besides, you have said you are starting to get bored spending the days alone. And tomorrow, I'm entered in a couple of off-road races on my bike. So I'd like you to meet my friends and watch the races there.""I'll think about it," I said, wanting to see how this lunch went, if he made any passes and if it got uncomfortable. But I did have nothing to do the next day, so it was tempting.We talked on, and then during a pause in our conversation, I became aware that DJ was sizing me up. The first hint of any sexual interest from him.Uncomfortable and wanting to retain control, I asked, "Have I got something spilled down my front or stuff in my teeth? You're staring at me?"He looked startled, "Sorry! You have enchanted me. I love the coy looks you give when you are embarrassed. I love your smile and your accent. It's very English, yet different. Your hair, everything about you is incredible."I'd had plenty of guys try to get in my pants with sugary words. But his comments seemed to be coming from his heart, with no hint of falsehood. Instead, his honesty had me blushing like a young girl again. And without thought, I leaned over and gave him a light kiss on his cheek."Thank you. You have embarrassed me, but in a very nice way."Changing the subject, I asked him what his real name was."I don't tell anyone that, and I haven't used my real name since I was about five.""Well, if you want me to go to the race with you tomorrow, I want to know.""You'll come with me if I tell you?"Against my better judgment, I gestured, 'cross my heart and hope to die.'"Demarious Jones. Twenty-five years ago, gay names like that were all the go in my community," he said, looking very uncomfortable."Well, if you misbehave tomorrow, I will start calling you Demarious, and all your friends will know."Our lunch arrived, and he had ordered me a glass of Rosé to go with my meal, but I noted he only took water for himself. So I asked why he didn't have wine."In my job, I see the results of people that drink and drive. So I seldom drink, and never if I have a beautiful young lady like yourself in the car."The food was fabulous. The mix of fresh greens, parmesan and anchovy flavour of the Caesar salad blended beautifully with the grilled fish. Our conversation slowed once we ate, but I did learn he had brothers and sisters and had only moved to Vegas for his new job three months before. I asked him if he had a girlfriend or had dated many white girls.?No, and never. I have not dated very much in the last ten years. All my energy has gone into my career as I wanted to secure my position. Now that I am SPTL, for the first time in my life, I feel safe from prejudice or my being compromised by unseen events.'"What is SPTL?""Senior paramedic team leader, I'm the boss," he said, looking very proud.When we finished our meal, I offered to pay."No Way!" He exclaimed, "I asked you to lunch, so it is my shout. And being seen with you by all these people that know me is payment enough."I laughed, "will you tell them you had your wicked way with me?""Of course. And we will have made love in seven different positions. You will have had at least five orgasms and screamed for more.""Only seven positions, is that all you know?""Come stay with me here in Vegas for a week, and I'll show you more than one hundred positions," he said with a wink and a wicked grin.I had had a lovely time with DJ and did not want it to end. But our conversation was beginning to get out of hand, and I was getting aroused again. So I asked to leave. DJ looked disappointed but rose and went to pay the bill.Our conversation continued on the drive back to the Hotel. I felt so comfortable in DJ's company. There were no awkward pauses or watching what I said. He did drop the odd sexual innuendo, but nothing creepy.When we were almost at the Hotel, he asked what time I could get away in the morning, as they started riding anytime after 8:00 am, before the heat of the day kicked in."Ray leaves between 7:30 and 7:45, so I can come down after that. What should I wear?""What you are wearing is fine. I have some overalls you can wear at the track.?"You can't pick me up at the side entrance, though. Ray and his work colleagues all get picked up there, and I don't want to be seen by one of them.""Do you know the Spa room at the back of the Hotel? I can pick you up there. In fact, I'll drop you off there now."We were quiet for the next mile; what we had planned for the next day was now making me feel uncomfortable?an illicit meeting behind my husband's back. But again, my body's aroused state stopped me from making a pragmatic decision.We pulled up at the back of the Luxor. DJ leaned over and took my hand, "I can see you're nervous. But, please don't be, it will be a fun day, and I promise you will not be bored. I'll probably get here before 7:30, but I'll wait here for you until you can get away."Again he was out in a flash and around to open my door. Helping me down onto the footpath, he took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. His face was an inch from mine. His musky aroma was intoxicating. A hand trailed across my jaw, stopping in the hollow spot on my chin. Then he leaned in and kissed me, one hand slipping behind my neck and the other dropping to lightly grip my shoulder. His touch was electric. I could feel the strength of the man.I found myself responding to his kiss, and as the kiss deepened, he pulled my body to his. I could feel his warmth and smell his unique musky aroma. My knees felt weak, and I was breathing deeply, but when our tongues entwined, I came to my senses and pulled away."That's exactly why I did not want to meet with you tomorrow. I'm not going to let this go any further. Will you behave yourself? I really should forget about tomorrow?""I'll behave. I promise not to do anything against your wishes. I did not mean that to happen. It just did.?I turned to enter the Hotel, my body trembling from the sensations that his kiss had awakened. An older couple was standing in the shade, the wife looking at me as if I was some sexual deviant. The husband, however, stepped back to avoid his wife from seeing the look izmit yabancı escort of lust he shot my way. I fired a confident smile back at them and escaped inside. The journey up to my room seemed to take an age. Once there, I threw myself on the bed and clutched at my groin, feeling my engorged, wet quim through my panties.I could not remember the last time I masturbated, but I urgently needed a release. I unbuttoned my top and released my breasts from the bra, noting how hard and tender my nipples were. Then slid my panties over my hips and kicked them away. I slid one hand down between my legs. The other I used to work on my nipples. I was slick and ready. I tried not to think of DJ but instead locked Ray's face into my mind. But that did not work. Within seconds I was imagining DJ kissing and fingering me as I thrust two fingers deep between my legs. Way too fast, I climaxed, my body convulsed in a series of exquisite jerks, and I felt a squirt of warm viscous cream coat my fingers.I lay there, washed out but feeling exhilarated. Then came to my senses, realising I was lying in my sticky mess on our bed cover. I wanted to shut my eyes and rest for a minute but had to get a flannel and the hairdryer, then spent the next fifteen minutes cleaning the bedspread. Once satisfied with my efforts, I lay back and shut my eyes.Ray arrived back from the show around 6:00 to find me asleep on the bed. I woke as I heard the door click closed. I still had my skirt on and my blouse open.Ray stood at the foot of the bed with his mouth open."You have no knickers on, and what have you done to your hair?" He squeaked.Not wanting to get into any conversation about why I was lying there exposed, I pulled him down beside me and rolled over on top of him. Then we both grappled with his zip and pushed his pants down."I'm Horny," I whispered in his ear as I straddled him."What brought this on?" he asked.I can't always control these things," I replied, having decided I couldn't tell him about masturbating or why I had.I positioned above him, then lowered myself onto his rampant shaft. Ray's eyes opened wide, amazed at how soaking wet I was. He gripped and massaged my hips for a few moments as I ground myself onto him. Then he released my hips and reached up to grab my tits. His touch was rough and demanding, his ardour now thoroughly aroused. I leaned down and kissed him hard as his fingers pushed and pulled on my tits.Then he pushed me up, grasped my skirt, and yanked it up so he could watch himself entering me. His hands found my hips again, and I came as he pulled me roughly against him. Not the earth-shattering orgasm I had had an hour before. But a small arousing group of cramps centred around my loins.Ray had not come, and he rolled me on my back and took control. He reached down, lifted my hips, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I found I was not done either. I was still aroused and wanting more. I lifted one leg slightly and let it bend outwards, giving him access, and let out a loud, lusty groan as he thrust into me again."Oh god yeah, yeah, YEAH, FUCK!" he began to yell as he rose to watch himself hammering into my now very swollen sloppy quim.Soon renewed twinges of warmth were rolling through my loins as he laid his thumb on my clit and rolled it around in small circles. Finally, when he saw my body start to react, he came. I watched as his face screwed up with the intensity of his release, which brought on my third climax of the afternoon. I bucked my hips to meet his money shots and sank my fingernails into his bum, pulling him hard against me."Holy shit," he finally managed to say as we rolled apart. "We haven't had sex like that in years. I wish I could bring you to Vegas every week."Feeling very much in love with him, I decided to be honest and tell him about lunch. But before I could open my mouth, he told me to get dressed as we had to be at dinner in an hour."We'll make this a good night as you won't see me tomorrow night.""What!" I asked, "Why will I not see you tomorrow night?""I told you. The second to last night is always a dinner for those working on the stand. We will be in a convention room over at the Mandalay with the staff from several other stands." And he disappeared into the bathroom to have a shower.I lay there thinking. I was certain that he had not told me about the dinner. But a thought came to mind of him blurting out about the staff dinner to some of our friends two years earlier when he had returned from Vegas. I remembered him bragging to his mates about all the show models at the dinner. And how beautiful they were and that a few delegates had disappeared with them for sex.I remembered being upset that night and questioned him later if he had been with these beautiful models. He laughed and told me that as you had to pay for them and they were incredibly expensive, he hadn't. Which I remember had pissed me off at the time, as I naturally surmised that he would have slept with one if they had been cheaper.After we both were showered and dressed, we headed to Mandalay Bay. The dinner was at the Aureole restaurant. There must have been about fifty people there. Some had been working with Ray on the stand, others being senior management from other joint ventures in his company. I was seated next to Ed, the manager from England and his wife. Near the end of dinner, while Ray was off talking, Ed asked me if I was attending the final dinner the following evening."No, evidently, I won't be there." I sarcastically replied.My snarky reply went totally over Ed's head."My wife hates attending those farewell dinners as well," he replied, "The guys all get drunk, and many of them play up, as there are always quite a few of those eye candy models from the show stands there.""But your wife goes anyway?""Yes, she wouldn't let me go on my own."I sat there fuming, feeling it was obvious why he did not want me tagging along. And I decided, there and then, that I would ask DJ to take me dancing after the bike racing while Ray perved on all his pretty models.Ray looked confused when he returned to find me in a bad mood and was equally confused and disappointed when we returned to our room that I would not resume our sex from earlier in the evening.In the morning, I woke early, and when Ray got into the shower, I pulled on some jeans, a top and sneakers, grabbed my handbag and poked my head into the bathroom to tell him I was going for an early breakfast. I did not bother to say to him to behave, knowing that he would do what he was going to do whatever I said.