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JimmyB7474 59M
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12/13/2017 10:26 am
Fuck You Steve

It was early spring last year when I took a long 4 day weekend trip to Las Vegas to let off some steam. Most of the steam was caused by work and was topped off by my good buddy Steve canceling on me at the last minute. Seriously… telling me the day before the trip you didn’t buy the airline ticket? Seriously?? Well of course I booked early and the ticket was non-refundable. Yeah, it was one of those days. Fuck you Steve and the he gave up the trip for… I’m going SOLO.

The trip was uneventful, 4 plus hours of cramped seats, peanuts and soft drinks. Steven was the “designated driver” so I couldn’t even enjoy a few shots on the flight. Fuck you Steve and the he….. (Now I’m starting to repeat myself… grrrrrr! )

Rented a small Toyota Corolla at the airport and my trusty cell phone app gave me directions to my hotel. Good thing I got such a great deal during the off season or I’d be paying a small fortune for this room. Dinner was across the street at the Outback Steakhouse and I even got a window seat to watch the volcano go off. Not too shabby for special effects. The water flowing over the “volcano” actually looks like lava and the sound effects actually vibrated the window. I glanced around at all the tables and realized I was the only table with just one person there. (Fuck you Steve!)

After the evening meal I spent the next 18 hours at the poker tables inside the casino. At one point I was up over 20 grand and had I been sober enough I would have called it quits… but NOOOOOOO…. I had to keep playing past the point of exhaustion and loose most of my money to some Texas wannabe with an ugly as sin cowboy hat. Somewhere around 12 grand the dealer asked for my room card and swiped it then told me my stay had been “comped”. Well hello there! Anything free is still free even after you lose most of it back right? When I started seeing double I figured it was time to turn in for the night. (Fuck you Steve) I was having a fuckin BLAST!! Or so I thought until I woke up Saturday.

Major hangover, minor memory loss… I did recall having over 20 thousand in poker chips. I searched the room and found 5 one hundred dollar chips and a handful of tens. I let out a low moan as I dialed up the front desk to see what was charged to my room. I felt a little better when I found my room was still comped and I had a complimentary pair of tickets to the LOVE show today. I said a little prayer of thanks as I considered what COULD have happened then I swore to never touch another drop. (For the hundredth time). I spent a little time at the day spa; blew through $300 real quick and felt a million times better than when I woke up. Then I made my next big mistake. I decided to go sightseeing on the Strip. I caught the tram and got off at the LINQ to check out the big wheel by the tram track. I was determined to ride the new attraction like a common tourist should. Nature had other plans.

The sky had been cloudy all morning but what I saw when I got off the tram was different. The sudden blackness right overhead looked like the hand of god about to smite sin city once and for all. I decided to wait for the next tram and head back to my hotel. The only other person on the depot was a radiant blonde with a flowing white dress with fancy black embroidery on the sleeves. She was holding several bags of goodies she purchased in the shops close by. I nodded hello and mentioned the sudden darkness in the middle of daylight. She smiled politely and proceeded to ignore me.

(OK… Fine…. World’s fulla stuck up bitches) I thought to myself and THEN…... The sudden wind was the first thing to happen. Miss high and mighty’s dress bellowed up past her hips and gave me an eyeful of the sweetest ass I have ever seen in a white thong. Then that dark “hand of god” came down. First a drop or two whizzed by on the wind then suddenly I was pushed to the right by a fucking WAVE of rain! Soaked to the BONE in about 5 seconds and we were both under the roof covering the depot. (Horizontal rain in the desert. What the fuck!?!)



The wind actually pushed the woman across the floor toward the kiosk in the center of the depot. I was moving the same direction and ran behind the displays of tourist information to get out of the wind. Pamphlets were flying. The blonde followed me seeking shelter there also. I must have sounded like a madman with the insane laughter escaping my lips when I heard her swearing at the rain. I just could NOT stop laughing. Her dress was plastered up around her waist and her hands were full. The anger I saw finally calmed me down and I politely asked, “May I?”



I could see her stiffen up with a little fear mixed with anger and I decided to go ahead. Carefully with two fingers on each hand, I touched the hem of her dress and pulled it back down: never taking my eyes off her eyes of course. Confusion; then a spark of gratitude showed in her face as we hunkered down behind the display in the wind. The bags were soon in my hands as I offered to hold them for her. She took the opportunity to cover up the nipples (no bra and nice hard nipples too) exposed by the wet white material of the dress. Good thing my pants were soaking wet, cold has the opposite effect on guys. Women ‘s nipples get hard and guy’s …. Well let’s just say I wasn’t getting my usual boner after seeing what I was seeing.

“So… Where are you heading?” I managed to ask over the roar of the storm.

“I’m staying at the Mirage Hotel if that damn tram ever gets here.” She replied, all anger suddenly gone.

“Small world,” I said. “I’m up on the 5th floor myself.”

“Yes…. It is a small world. My name is Brenda Jean. My friends call me BJ.”

“My friends call me Jimmy, Jimmy Bond.”

“Hello Jimmy,” she said with a smile in her eyes - if not on her face.

I took a closer look at her hands. No wedding ring, no engagement ring. And that’s when I realized my luck had finally changed for the better. We finally boarded the tram back to the hotel. There wasn’t a soul on the tram but us and the empty cars. The rain continued to pour from the sky in buckets. Two minutes after we left the depot the tram came to an unexpected stop when there was a power outage. BJ was shivering in that wet dress and I was getting a little cold myself.

“I gotta get out of these wet clothes.. I’m freezing!” she said as she rummaged around in the plastic bags. “Well!?!”

“Uh… well what?”

“Turn around so I can change!” she said a little loudly.

“Oh sure… my bad.” I said as I turned my back to her and looked out the window. That’s when I noticed her reflection on the glass was almost a mirror quality. (DAMN!) I was again glad my paints were cold and wet. When she said I could turn around I saw she had changed into a new black evening dress.

“You might want to remove that price tag.” I suggested quietly. She smiled for the first time as she removed the tag. About that time the tram began to move again.

We made small talk as the tram approached the Mirage Hotel Depot. She was in town with friends and she found out I was flying solo. (Fuck you Steve). The rain finally slowed to a drizzle and the covered walkway to the back of the hotel actually kept the rain off. BJ was relatively dry but I was still soaked. We managed to get to the elevator with no further catastrophes when BJ stepped closer to me and said:

"Uh, Jimmy….Want to get something to eat in a little bit? It sucks to eat alone you know."

"Ah, sure. I'd love to," I tried to say as calmly as possible. "I didn't bring a suit. Can we make it casual?"

"That's fine with me. I'm in room 810. How about…," she looked at her watch, "five o'clock."

"Five it is. Room 810."

"See ya then," she said with a smile, and walked away.

I watched her until she disappeared inside the hotel. What just happened?, I thought to myself. Whatever it was, I liked it and my cock liked it.

I left my room at five and headed to room 810. The door opened shortly after I knocked and my new acquaintance invited me in.

She wore a lightweight, short red dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. It clung to her body in all the appropriate places.

"So, where do you want to go?" she asked while picking up a small purse from the table next to the door.

"How about Café Lago at Caesar's?"

"I haven't tried that, yet. Let's go."

We talked casually on the short walk to Caesar's and, by the time we were eating, felt fairly comfortable with each other. BJ was 30, graduated from Southern Cal with a marketing degree and was considering schools for her Master's. She had had a husband shortly after her four years at USC, but divorced his ass when she found him sleeping with the next door neighbor. Fortunately there were no to consider. She was in no hurry to think about marriage again. In the meantime, she enjoyed meeting new people, lucky for me.

It's difficult, sitting across from a lovely woman at dinner, not to be caught peering—or is it leering—at bare breasts inside a small dress. I'm pretty sure she only caught me once. It could have been worse.

On the way back, we both won modest amounts in the hotel casino. BJ played blackjack and proved to be a cautious bettor. I enjoyed seeing the broad smile on her face when she won.

After about an hour at various tables and slots she asked, "Want to stop in my room for a drink?"

"OK. The casino can get my money back tomorrow," I said.

BJ let us in her room and turned on a light. She threw her purse back on the table and headed for the small refrigerator under the sink.

"Beer OK?" she asked.

"Yep." I sat on the couch in the small living area of the room. The bedroom was separated from this area by a short hallway with a bath on one side and a sink, cabinets and refrigerator on the other.

BJ returned with two beers, handing me one and putting one on the table in front of us before sitting next to me. She crossed her legs, revealing a good portion of her tanned thighs.

"Thanks for inviting me to dinner," I said. "I enjoyed it."

"You're welcome. I did too."

She reached for the TV remote and flicked it on. She scanned the channels until finding an HBO movie and put the remote down.

"How long are you going to be staying in Vegas?" I asked.

"We have two more days," BJ said. "I think I can survive."

I laughed, placing my beer on the table. "If you need a break some time, let me know."

"I might take you up on that."

We watched a few minutes of the movie in silence. Then BJ kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up beside her, leaning over so her head rested on my shoulder. I was uncertain what to do, but instinctively put my arm around her.

Her hair was soft and thick; the skin on her arm smooth and warm. After a few more minutes she surprised me even more by moving down and resting her head in my lap.

"Do you mind?" she asked, looking up at me.

"Ah, not at all. Need a pillow?" I asked her, reaching for one by the armrest.

"No. This is fine." She lay on her side for a minute, my hand on her hip, before rolling over onto her back. Her feet were raised up on the armrest at the end of the couch.

My eyes scanned her legs from her bare feet to the bottom of her dress, which now rode far up her thighs. I followed the outline of her body under the dress until I reached her breasts, which were more than half exposed to me. The memory of her exposure to the elements jumped back into my mind. (Crap! Dry and warm!) My cock began to grow with each naughty thought.

When I noticed BJ watching me, I decided it was no use hiding my desire any longer. My hand touched the tan skin between her neck and her breast and moved down until it rested on the top of her left tit. Without hesitation, I slid my fingers under the material of her dress and continued moving down until reaching her nipple. My hand cupped her breast and BJ's eyes closed.

I squeezed the nipple gently.

"Oh, that feels so good," BJ sighed.

I massaged the entire breast in my hand for a moment, then moved to her right nipple. The young girl smiled and licked her lips. Her mouth opened when I pinched the nipple, but she didn't make a sound.

Her eyes opened again when I withdrew my hand from under her dress. I placed it on the inside of her right thigh and stroked the leg down to her knee, then up again until I was a couple inches from her pussy. Again, her eyes closed, but this time she rolled her head slightly until her cheek rested on my cock, which was growing hard and straining against my boxers. She moved her head back and forth against the stiff cock while I felt my fingers touch the bottom of her panties.

I shifted my hand until it was between her legs, directly on top of her cunt. The soft material of her panties allowed me to feel her pussy lips and the warmth beginning to flow from her cunt. When I moved my fingers up between the lips and reached her clit, she moaned, "Oh, God."

Quickly, I placed my hand inside the top of her panties and reached down. At the same time, BJ lifted her ass off the couch and pulled her dress up to her hips, giving me easier access. I felt the small patch of hair above her clit, then the shaven area around her pussy. When I got to her cunt and began to insert my finger, the wetness was evident.

She arched her back to make her cunt meet my hand. I put my middle finger far into her opening and brought it up to rub against the inside of her cunt. When I pulled it back out, I placed it immediately on her engorged clit.

BJ's eyes were closed again and she breathed heavily as I ran my wet fingers back and forth over her clit. She brought a hand up and placed it on my hard cock, squeezing it through my pants. As I pressed harder on her clit and increased the tempo, she moved her hand inside her dress as I had done previously and squeezed her nipple.

"Yes, God Jimmy. Right there. Oh, God, yes," she whispered.

I made long, slow passes over her pussy; stopping to insert a finger in her cunt, then back up to her clit. Meanwhile, BJ's hand worked feverishly on her breast.

"Mmmmm, yes. Keep going," she said.

My cock felt like it would explode in anticipation of hearing, seeing and feeling this beautiful young woman cum in front of me. She was trying to fuck my finger, thrusting her hips up whenever I put my hand near the opening to her cunt. But she reacted most to the attention I paid to her clit, so that's where I concentrated my efforts.

I felt her body tremble one time, then her legs stiffened before relaxing again and spreading as far as her dress allowed. A few more strokes of her clit and I knew she was close.

"Oh, oh, God," she cried. "Yes. There. Yes."

BJ's ass came off the couch and her entire body stiffened for a second, followed by a massive exhale.

"Now. I'm cumming," she screamed.

Her body began to shake uncontrollably while I worked harder on her clit. Her hips rose and fell repeatedly, as if reaching for a cock that wasn't there. BJ shook her head back and forth, striking my cock each time and bringing me damn close to my own orgasm. I watched her face contort from the extreme pleasure she was feeling and I listened to the sounds of her orgasms. No words were spoken, just sounds.

Half a dozen times her body tensed, then released with an orgasm. Her legs would alternately bend and straighten, spread and close around my hand. All the while, she moaned with satisfaction.

Finally, her body relaxed and only an occasional jerk signaled the remnants of an orgasm.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck." Her eyes were tightly closed; the back of one hand on her forehead, the other on her tit.

I stopped and pulled my hand out, placing it on her thigh.

When she opened her eyes and looked at me, she smiled weakly, totally spent.

"That was magnificent," she said softly.

"I'm glad to be of service Luv." I said. "You did like it? Right?"

She hit me lightly in the stomach with her fist. Then she leaned up, put her arms around my neck and kissed me like no woman had ever kissed me before. Her tongue danced in my mouth while she ground her lips against mine. I put my hand on the back of her head and attacked her mouth with the pent up passion that had been building since I first saw her.

Many seconds later, she pulled away, swung her legs off the couch and stood up. In one effortless motion, she put her thumbs under the straps of her dress and lowered them off her shoulders. The dress slid as if in slow motion off her body and to the floor. She stepped out of it gracefully and stood frozen with her arms at her side.

I stared at her magnificently shaped breasts, her small waist and long legs. When my eyes returned to her's, she wriggled out of her panties, teasing me with erotic twists of her hips and a naughty smile. When she stood again, BJ ran her fingers slowly through her hair, pulling her breasts high on her chest.

"Turn around, please," I said quietly.

She pivoted unhurriedly and put her hands on the top of her ass, pushing down gently. When she stopped turning, BJ ran her fingers over the skin of her small, round ass and let her arms fall to her side. After a couple seconds, she continued turning until she faced me again.

"You're beautiful," I said.

"Thank you," she said, genuinely pleased with the compliment.

Without any more words being spoken, she stepped towards me and got on her knees. After removing my shoes and socks, she reached for my belt. She quickly unfastened it, unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper. My cock, already straining against my boxers from the strip tease, flinched at the touch of her hand on the zipper. BJ pulled down my pants and laid them on the floor.

She didn't immediately remove my boxers, but instead ran the palms of her hands over the bulge my cock was creating. I thought I would cum on the spot. Her eyes never left the tent formed by my erection as she finally grabbed the top of my shorts and pulled them off. My cock sprang up in freedom and the cool air felt wonderful against it.

BJ nudged forward between my legs, which squeezed against her sides. She tenderly put one hand, then the other, around my cock. She stroked it slowly before moving a hand to my balls and caressing them, while squeezing my cock. The girl did everything so lightly, perhaps sensing my proximity to an orgasm and wanting to prolong the pleasure. It was working.

BJ looked up at me for just an instant, then lowered her head and placed her tongue on the tip of my cock. The sensation made me jerk involuntarily, which she followed with a long lick of the underside of my cock. When she reached the top, she opened her mouth and gradually moved down until her lips wrapped around the base of my erection. Her tongue flicked along the bottom of my cock and I leaned my head against the back of the couch in ecstasy.

She placed a hand around the bottom of the cock and sucked on the top half, jerking it in and out of her mouth with ever-increasing speed. I had never been so hard in my life, nor wanted so desperately to cum.

But, BJ had other plans. She raised herself off her knees and sat in my lap, her legs straddling me and her pussy pressed against my now rock hard cock. I watched as she reached for the buttons of my shirt and worked her way down. My fingers were moving across the smooth, warm flesh of her ass before she pulled the shirt off, forcing me to put my arms in the air. They came back down on top of her breasts and she smiled.

"I want you inside me," she whispered. "I want to feel you cum in me."

She raised her hips, reached for my cock and guided it to the entrance to her cunt. The tip entered her, then another inch as she lowered herself. The tightness of her cunt forced precum to drip out of me as she raised back up, lowered herself again and half of my cock disappeared. I pushed up as she lowered herself a third time and her cunt took the entire length of my shaft.

"Oh my God, that's good," she said.

I put my hands on her hips and guided her next few movements until our rhythm and angle matched. BJ's tits bounced enticingly just inches from my face as we began to fuck in earnest. The sound of her ass hitting my legs filled the room and BJ's breathing became heavier.

She leaned forward, putting her hands on the couch on either side of my head. This allowed me to get to her tits with my mouth and I hungrily sucked on a nipple, squeezing the breast with my hand. Soon, half of the breast was in my mouth.

BJ's cunt was wetter now, but still tight enough to feel like it was consuming me. Every thrust brought me closer to cumming.

"Yes, BJ. That's it. Yes," I said.

"Come on, baby. Fuck me," she answered.

That did it. Cum rose from my balls in a torrent, gushing out in a long spurt. I flung my head back against the couch and forced my cock as far up into BJ as I could.

"Oh, yes. Cum inside me."

I grabbed her ass and held on tight as I drove into her again and again, cum erupting out of me. I grunted each time I pushed my cock into her, feeling her constrict her cunt even more than before. The orgasm didn't want to stop and we fucked each other wildly. When I thought I was done, she would squeeze me with her cunt and another shot of cum would flow into her.

It eventually ended and I began to soften. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly.

"Jesus, babe. Where did you learn that?" I said in her ear as she put her head on my shoulder.

"Wait until you see what I can do in the shower," she said.
I smiled when I said, “Well, I’ve already seen you wet, what’s next?”

We kissed and fell onto the couch in each other's arms. It was going to be a good couple days.

(Bless you Steve)


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GhostofH 65M
22788 posts
12/16/2017 2:03 pm

Luv your writings and imagination. Keep it up! \8


JimmyB7474 59M

12/13/2017 10:39 am

So, do we have any other stories out there from Sin City? I'd love to read them. Jimmy B.

My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.


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