Las Vegas and Sex, or should we say Sex in Las Vegas? Walking through one of the many casinos you smell the smells of erotic odors in the elevators full of folks waiting to get to their rooms and become the sexual gods of their universe.
I saw her walking through the casino with a polka dot top and short skirt that teased with every step she took. The dress housed a world-class ass that danced with the rhythm of her stride. She had a caramel complexion that would bring the reflection of a good tasting caramel candy. Some fortunate man in this hotel was waiting for her…had to be. I had all kinds of thoughts and I was wishing it was me.
When I got to the elevators she was still in front of me and much to my joy we entered the same one. She stood right in front of me…that beautiful ass was inches away and I knew that she sensed the sensual energy that was happening…she turned and smiled, we were both going to the same floor. When we stepped off we turned towards each other and she spoke, “Do you have any rolling papers?” “Yes” I replied smiling with my heart beating fast. “Come to my room”, were my next words and she followed. I could not believe this was happening but it was…. this woman, whose name I did not know was standing in my room and I had an erection from her mere presence.
“What is your name?” was my next question. “Destiny”. Her answer left me speechless. “Smoke a joint with me I asked and she agreed…we went in the bathroom and closed the door and put a towel and the bottom. I rolled the joint as fast as possible and lit it. “It sure smells good,” she said reaching for it. She took a pull and I motioned for her to come closer. She moved closer and before I knew it my hands were under her dress with a cheek in each hand. She wore a thong and my finger found her vagina and it was wet and waiting.
As if magic, there was a condom on the counter and it was on within seconds. I lifted the dress and we fucked. With each stroke there was pleasure as she made the sounds of fulfillment. When we finished. She thanked me and said, “I have to get back to the room with friends. I knew that I would never see her again. But what happens in Vegas…is what happens in Vegas.
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