It Went To Vegas And It Kind Of Stayed In Vegas

It was a late 1970s summer Friday night after work and a bunch of people from the office had gotten together at a newly opened lounge in downtown Vancouver. I found myself sitting across the table from the assistant manager of the accounting department. Rosemary was a few years older than me and was quite flirtatious. She was fairly hefty, but 21-year-old perma hard-cock me was more than willing to overlook this flaw. I wasn’t necessarily the hottest catch myself!

As the evening wore on, Rosemary told me she was off to Las Vegas on an early morning charter and that it was kind of pointless for her to go home to sleep. She had her suitcase in her car and was just going to grab a motel room near the airport. Rosemary was really giving me the eye and I started to hope she’d make a night of it with me. She had a reputation as a woman who loved sex and had always been very friendly and forward toward me.

There was definitely some sexual tension growing between us and Rosemary moved over beside me and subtly groped my erection through my suit pants under the table as she looked me in the eye. I was amazed I didn’t cream myself right in the lounge. I asked her if she wanted to grab some dinner instead and we left for a nearby steakhouse to the amusement of our fellow workers.

After we ate, she asked me flat out if I wanted to join her for a few hours at an airport motel. I acted like this was an everyday occurrence for me and we walked to the car park her car was in. Rosemary took my head in her hands and stuck her tongue into my mouth, before guiding my hand to her big, bra-encased breasts. We slobbered over and groped each other in the front seat of the car and then Rosemary started the car and drove us to a sleazy little motel not far from the Vancouver airport. She got a room, and came back out to the car to grab her suitcase.

We entered the room, she dropped the suitcase on one of the beds and we peeled off our clothes. Rosemary had a super-hairy pussy and her big tits were staring me in the face. We dove onto the other bed and soon her thumb-like nipples were filling my desperate mouth. Rosemary then pushed me over onto my back and licked her way down my torso. She enveloped my throbbing, curved, pre-cum dripping cock in her hot, wet mouth and bobbed twice on my meat. I exploded, and dropped a pulsating load of cum into her eager mouth. She gulped twice and the cum-load disappeared into her stomach.

“Your turn, baby,” I almost leered. I kissed my way down over her belly fat and went for her furry cunt. “Oh, ___, I’m not very confident about that unless I’ve showered.” “Please, Rosemary, I really want to do this for you.” She caressed the back of my head and pulled my Medusa-like tongue to her snatch. The scent of her arousal surrounded me and I licked and sucked her sizable clit and meaty, sopping wet labia.

By now Rosemary was helplessly humping her horny hole into my face and she soon came hard against my probing lips and tongue. My erection had never left and Rosemary took it gently in her fist and stroked me sweetly. I got over her and we both watched as she churned up another load in my balls and perineum, my cock-head only inches from her large boobs. I couldn’t take anymore and replaced Rosemary’s hand with my own. A bit of pre-cum, frantic power-stroking by myself, a tender caress of my nuts from her, and I inundated those excellent sagging titties with a few more powerful spurts of hot jizz.

We dressed and Rosemary drove to the airport’s long-term parking and headed into the terminal. As the morning broke, I caught the earliest bus to my little place in far-off North Van. Rosemary got back maybe a week later, quit our firm, and went to work for a competitor.  She got married not long-after and we had no further sexual escapades.