The Vegas Experience part 2

Part 2

I fidgeted about for a few moments, trying not to let my conscious mind intrude on my fantasies and thoughts of what was about to occur. The practical side of my brain was worried that I was in a stranger's apartment in a strange town, with no transportation and not much cash. My cock told me that a very sexy woman wanted to touch me "all over", and I should relax and enjoy the ride. So I did.

After a gulp of wine, and a bigger gulp of ice water, I settled for removing my shorts, letting my poor engorged cock spring free of it's cotton restraints, and settling in on the floor with my back against the couch, trying to look casual and maybe even sexy. It was hot in there (or maybe it was just me), and I got the bright idea to remove an ice cube from the water and rub it on my chest. This felt very nice, and I continued to slide the cube from nipple to nipple, and on down my chest to the glory trail leading to my cock.

Fortuitously, Donna chose this moment to emerge from the bedroom, having completed her beauty ministrations. I froze in place, with a half-melted ice cube in my hand; poised somewhere just south of my belly button and dripping cool water onto my groin. My cock was at full attention, my nipples were hard, and there were drops of water collected on my chest hair from the melted ice.

I think I fell at least a little bit in love at that moment,. Donna was poised in the doorway, clad in a flowery green camisole/tap pant set that set off her blonde hair (which she had let down from her casual ponytail) and green eyes. She was fairly tan for a Scandinavian-type blonde, and I could clearly see the paler strips where the camisole straps didn't cover what her bikini obviously had before. Any stupid ideas I had held in the back of my mind about "doing a fat chick" (remember, I was young and dumb) disappeared when I saw the look in her eyes. My eyes roved all over her, drinking in the sight. I couldn't decide where to look, from the off-the-shoulder spaghetti strap of the cami top that was threatening to reveal her right breast, to the "magic crease" where her inner thigh met her pubic area that was just visible around the high-cut edges of the tap pants. My fist closed around the ice cube that been holding my interest so hard that the cube broke into small pieces with an audible "crunch". Donna's eyes sparkled even brighter, and she asked me if I was "comfortable".

I doubt if I managed to speak anything that resembled coherent English, but I think I assured her that I was very pleased to be there.

Even at my age then, I was no stranger to strip joints and porn, but I swear the short walk that Donna made from that doorway to my side could have earned her a thousand dollars in tips. As I lay on her floor in a daze, she waltzed over to me and stood above me, legs planted on either side of my hips and asked me if I liked what I saw.

I replied, while looking pointedly at the purple head of my cock, that the answer to that ought to be fairly obvious. She just smiled and licked her lips, which had a fresh coating of light pink lipstick on them. Her eyes glowing, and her smile running from ear to ear, she squatted down over me and took my cock into her hand.

"Then just you wait" she purred in my ear, her lips caressing my cheek while her fingers flew over the head of my cock.

My eyes were glued to her breasts. My previous experiences had been with ladies of more modest breast sizes, with the largest being probably a "C" cup. Donna possessed a magnificent pair of (I'm guessing) at least 40 DD's, and they were determined to spill out of that top.

Her hand was on my shaft, her cleavage was pressed against my nose, and I could smell her sex scent wafting up from her crotch. I was young, drunk, and very full of come, and I was in heaven.

I got a small taste of what was in store for me when she brought her crotch down to mine, rubbed the head of my cock against the slick material of her outfit, letting me feel the slit of her pussy and the dampness that was already soaking her lingerie, while she gently bit my earlobe and muttered "I hope you are ready for long night" into my ear.