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Bes R. Walker

Joseph Veronneau

Every month I will be featuring short stories from some very talented writers. These stories will cover all genres of Erotica.

  Our Vegas Experience-Bes R. Walker

All my life I have been something of a contradiction -- both an uninhibited, almost wild, woman and a tame, prim and proper lady. So don't be surprise at anything I say about myself or my life with George. Like the time we went to the annual Sex Expo in Las Vegas. I'll tell you all about it shall I?

My first time at the Expo I attended alone. It was sort of a dare I gave myself. I had a grand time.

As you can imagine, there is just so much to see and do at the Sex Expo. All kinds of videos, lubricants, toys, tools if you will, costumes you name it, you can find almost everything of that nature at the Expo.

Everybody was so free and uninhibited. Kinky even. Quite a few of the people there walked around showing what they had to offer, here I am specifically speaking anatomically. I saw a few cocks that looked absolutely mind blowing but the majority were nothing to write home about.

One guy tried very hard to convince me to touch his.

"You only live once, try it out. It will be like you're holding a piece of warm ivory heaven," he insisted.

I stared at it but said nothing nor did I touch the proffered treat.

"Wanna suck it then?" he asked confidently.

Of course I declined this second offer as well. Touching a stranger's dick was one thing, it might have even been an interesting and novel experience, but giving him a public bj was still another.

I have to admit that his cock was fantastic and if I were ever tempted to fondle and suck some stranger's dick I would have wanted it to be his. In fact, and I have never told anyone this, I was momentarily tempted.

Could you imagine what my upright Quaker parents would have thought if they knew their sweet daughter had grown up to be the kind of woman who strokes and perhaps sucks strangers' dicks? They would have had a stroke.

I noticed that there were several women who touched it, some even stroked it a few times and...and this really freaked me at the time...there were at least two who took turns blowing him. I also noticed a couple of men who appeared to be waiting to get a shot at this public pecker. I have to say that it was all a little too much for me then and it is definitely not my cup of tea.

Between my first and second Expo I started dealing with a sweet, sexy guy named George Borland. We get along so well and George is very open to trying new things.

So I asked him to accompany me to the very next Sex Expo. As you may have guessed, when I raised the possibility of us attending the Expo, he hesitated.

"Stella, I don't think I would find it very interesting. I mean its just a gang of freaks, you know," he said.

"I guess I'm one of those freaks, because I attended last year's Expo."

George was a little stunned by my revelation but he quickly recovered his aplomb and agreed to go. I didn't tell him about the public pecker incident. I don't think I will ever tell him.

That night I had the scrummiest little dream...scrummy and scrummiest is something I picked up from a British girlfriend, it means, well delicious, scrumptious, you know. I find it to be a very descriptive word, particular for food and the art of lovemaking.

In the dream George and I had just returned from a performance of the The Green Table ballet by the famous German choreographer Kurt Jooss. It is a mutual favorite...although for George the primary interest is the thematic content of the piece. He is something of a historian and is very interested in the period between the first and second world wars, which is precisely the subject matter of the ballet. I like it for that reason too, but I also appreciate the purely artistic elements of the work.

Anyway, after leaving the ballet we were, as if by magic transported to my bedroom. You know how dreams are...things like that just happen. In one scene you are sitting in the shade of a tree eating a fig and in the very next instance you might be a spectator at a tennis match.

So it was with this particular dream.

The dream George gently caressed my nipples through my dress and then lay on top of me. Our bodies touched at every possible angle. George lifted my legs and I arched my lower body upward offering him his first taste of honey.

He moved closer and kissed my pussy through my panties causing me to sigh and stroke his head. After kissing through my panties a few times, George ripped off his clothes and then helped me to undressed.

My hands found their way between his legs and seized his dick. I made him moan as I lightly squeezed him. His rugged, muscular male frame contrasting with the smooth and soft texture of my creamy ivory skin.

George kissed my forehead, my ears, my nose, my chin and my neck before starting on my nipples, which he sucked and licked until they were nearly dripping and exceptionally hard with arousal.

His tongue trailed down my body tasting my stomach and licking my navel. George lavish several minutes of attention on my inner thighs, they're favorites of his, you know. He continued to lick and kiss my creamy thighs, until he had licked and kissed me all the way down to my feet and then back up my body until his mouth was facing my pussy, as it were.

I trembled and shuttered when George started to kiss and suck my pussy lips. It was not long before his tongue was lodged deep inside of my pussy. After a few minutes of this he reshaped his tongue so that he could insert in me. Then he worked it in and out like we were fucking. I pushed is face in deeper and tightly wrapped my legs around his head. I sighed, gripped his head and fucked his face passionately. Moaning and writhing uncontrollably. I fucked his face with all my strength.

George had began nibbling and sucking my clit. With a gasp, and then a sudden expulsion of breath, I reached down and gripped a handful of his hair and painted his face with pussy nectar. My body slapped against his face furiously as my orgasm seized me. I went rigid, bucked and screamed, "Sweet Lord! Yesssssssss!" and adorned George's face with love juice.

He continued to kiss and lick me as I came back to earth. Returning to earth did not mean that I was finished of course.

Within seconds, I was holding my arms out again and told him, "George,fuck me now."

George replied, "I love you and want us to be together forever," and then lay on my body and teased the entrance of my pussy with his dick.

We kissed passionately one more time before George introduced the tip of his cock into my cunt. I moved my hips under and forward in a perfectly choreographed movement. He eased his cock inside me and with a robust forward thrust lodged his dick deep in my cunt.

George moved at a measured pace and I matched his movements with counter movements. Our bodies slapped against each other, my legs tightened around him and my nails dug into his back. And then I woke up. I noted a few beads of perspiration had collected around my neck and bosom. This was the sexiest dream I had ever had.

As the time of our departure grew closer and closer, he got progressively more excited about our adventure. He is so cute when he gets excited. It reminds me of a little boy waiting for Christmas morning so he can open his gifts. That's when I decided to plan something special for our trip, something I was confident would make our sex sizzle.

From the moment we got to the airport he started acting like a barely controlled randy little pup. All the while we were on the plane he kept trying to seduce me. First he suggested we do something wild.

"Wild?" I answered.

"Yeah, how about I get a large towel or something and cover my lap and you jack me off and then I will finger you really good and..."

I interrupted him in mid-explanation.

"No, I don't think that is a good idea. But don't worry, I have something very hot and special planned for the weekend. You'll love it I promise. You will just have to be patient," I said.

But he wasn't patient.

He had the attendant bring us a couple of chocolate martinis each. Then he started to whisper in my ear, in this low, sexy voice of his.

"I was thinking about the way you writhe around in bed when we are making it…some times I sit at work and fantasize about you dancing under an array of flashing night club strobe lights, grinding and pumping your body in the air. Then I imagine that your wiggling, undulating ass is brushing against my hard cock. And I start kissing and licking every inch of your delicious pink body."

I giggled appreciatively and then stopped his seduction offensive. We switched roles, George, becoming the whisperee and I the whisperer. I told him that I had something he needed to hear.

In a quiet voice I said, "You might as well stop right now, no matter how many chocolate martinis you ply me with or how sweet and sexy your words, we're not going to do anything until we are at the Expo."

I kissed him on the cheek as a sort of consolation gesture.

George gave up for the rest of flight and we soon landed at McCarran International. We retrieved our luggage, luckily none had been misrouted. I flew to LA one time and my luggage was sent to Boston. I turned to George, raised my smaller case up to the level of his eyes, and said, "Wait until you see what I have for us in here." George looked a little nonplus, but said nothing. He just nodded his head in affirmation.

The heat was monstrous, but who cared we were in Lost Wages the fun and sin capital of the world. Well at least of the USA.

The first thing you notice about Vegas is the proliferation of slot machines and advertising for the casinos. Even some of the washrooms have slots. I subsequently learned that they can be found in other unexpected places, like small grocery stores.

Of course that's what Nevada is all about gambling, show girls, free drinks and the like, including legalized prostitution, except for Las Vegas proper, of course. My cousin Harry, who is nine years older than I, had once told me that he had seen television commercials in Las Vegas for Reno and Lake Tahoe prostitutes. George and I didn't watch much television while we were there, so we didn't see any such commercials ourselves.

We grabbed a taxi and were off to the MGM Grand. Even though the Expo was at the Sands Expo Center and the Venetian Resort Hotel and Casino is attached to the Expo Center. We chose to stay at the Grand because we were both curious about its Studio 54's weekly Dollhouse set. That's where models dress up in really kinky and revealing costumes. You can paint on the bodies of some of the models if you wish. But as things turned out we didn't actually go to the Dollhouse do, although we did take a quick peek at it and I tell you it was quite an interesting experience. There were women dressed up as dominatrixes, naughty nurses, French maids, well you get the picture.

Well the first thing George does after we checked in at the Grand is suggest that we shower together,

"Oh no, you just want to get me naked so you can have your wicked way with me. I know you George, as soon as we are in the shower your hands will be all over me, right?"

"Maybe, but isn't that what we are here for? A little creative loving?"

"Yes, but as I have said I have a little plan for us. I guarantee that it will heighten our mutual ecstasy."

"What is your plan?

"We sit together completely nude and get in touch with each other's deeper sensuality. Build up positive tension by sharing our nude bodies without actual intercourse or even making out." Making out is one of George's favorite terms, I assume he picked it up watching something like American Graffiti or Happy Days..

George had what I could best describe as a Stella has latched on to some loony plan look. "So, this will create a higher level of intimacy and physical satisfaction?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered emphatically.

"So, explain to me again, what are we supposed to do?"

"We sit and communicate with each other. Its really very simple we sit together and drink each other in but no real touching ."

"So, we just sit naked and do nothing, other than talking to each other?"

"No silly, we can do whatever we want other than you know, seriously touch each other."

"You mean I can't even hold your hand?"

"No, well, not at first, but when we are ready we will experience the greatest lovemaking ever, trust me."

"For how long? How long will we have to put off, what do you call it, oh yeah, serious touching?"

"For as long as we can resist each other. "

"Well, I can't resist you so let's go to bed."

"No, at least give it a try. I promise you the lovemaking will be just fantastic after we deny ourselves for a few hours. You'll thank me afterwards…please, for me?"

George agreed and within minutes we were both completely nude and sitting on the king size bed, facing each other. God I wanted to touch him sitting there, his muscles all taut and almost rippling all. I could just imagine his dick sprinkling cum on my hand as I jacked him off. But I resisted all temptations.

"Okay, if that is what you want Stella, so, what shall we talk about?"

"I know! I'll start with an sensual story for you."

"A sex story, now that sounds like a good approach."

"I thought you would like that George. Here goes.

"Some where on the planet of Billing and Cooing there is a happy nude couple staring into each other's eyes, holding hands and kissing. The heat and glow from the flame in the fireplace, and the music from their stereo, increases the sexual appetite of our couple. Sitting on a comfortable rug facing the roaring fire he feeds her pieces of fruit and she pops imported Baci chocolates into his mouth. While they listen to sweet but extremely nasty songs on their CD player. Song with phrases like, If you want to be my man, first you have to eat me out, and Please give me some cock!!!. The primitive, savage, almost animal, beat of the music was so pervasive that our couple could actually track the impact by the changes in the state of his dick"

"Um um" George semi-moaned. I noticed his right hand rested on his thigh. He wanted to touch himself I knew.

"Pardon?" I replied.

"Nothing just clearing my throat."

"I see, anyway as I was saying..."

"Stella..."

"Yes?"

"I think I am ready to go over to the Expo floor. If I listen to anymore of your story, I won't be able to resist your beautiful body no matter what you say."

I resigned myself to reality and gave up on my little plan. My little story and our nakedness were apparently too much for my lover. So we dressed and went down to the concierge who hailed us a cab which took us to the Expo. I guess I should have started with another kind of story huh?

We grabbed a cab and within a few minutes we were at the Sands Expo Center. There were wall to wall people there. Most of them were sex tourists like ourselves and of course the cadre of hard-core Expo groupies like the guy from my first Expo, you know the one with the fabulous dick I told you about, and the folks who queued up to partake of it. As is the case at such events here were also a large number of vendors offering nearly anything in the realm of sexuality imaginable.

There was enough hard-core Expoteers for anyone taste .. bi aficionados, hetero, strictly same sex, BDSM devotees of all stripes, all of them publicly promoting and advertising their particular expertise. And their anatomical virtues. I saw a couple of dicks that even rivaled the guy from my first Expo.

As for the quality of the various females who were on display, well, let me put it this way, George was nearly mesmerized by the cunts, butts and tits on display by the models and some of the nonprofessional female attendees. I know there were a couple of times when he could barely contain himself. George loves me, I know, but every now and then he has this look that screams, Gee I would sure like to dip my pen in her inkwell.

I didn't mind, in fact I was delighted that George had adapted himself to the Expo environment so readily and quickly.

We spent most of our time looking at the costumes. Our favorites were Alice in Wonderland, Pebbles Flintstone, Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Wonder Women, Supergirl, Bat Girl, Slut Princess, Blushing Bride, Dirty Cop, Horny Teacher, Naughty Nurse, French Maid and the Randy Doctor.

On the way back to the MGM George snaked his hands up my dress and gently massaged me through my panties. I bit off several moans so that the cabbie wouldn't hear me and figure out what was going on in his back seat. My panties were soaked by the time we got back to our suite.

As soon as we shut the door behind us George drew my body close and kissed me forcefully on the lips. He walked me over to the bed and gently pushed me on to my back. My eyes were shut tight, my lips trembled and my bosom heaved up and down in expectation. But I managed to summing up the strength to hold in off for just a few minutes more.

"Wait, let me get my surprise bag."

"Surprise bag?"

"Yes, you know my little case with the special stuff...you know this one..." And I pointed to the small case that I showed him at the airport.

"Oh yes," was all he said. But I noted that his eyes had widened a bit. He was obviously very curious about the contents. So I placed it on the bed, opened it and began to unpack its contents.

"This is Dr. Hauschka Lemon Bath. You'll love the sweet lemon smell it will give our bath water. And it will relax your whole body, virtually melt away any tension you might have. You'll love it, I just know you will."

He smiled.

"Next we have Santa Maria Novella's Pomegranate soap."

George nodded his acknowledgment.

"And here we have some Anthousa Candles, perhaps you have heard of them?"

George indicates that he hadn't with a shake of his head.

"Well, you will just love them! You'll see. Just wait to we light these they will fill the place with an absolutely heavenly aroma."

George pointed to the candles and said, "I like the little glass containers. They look like dainty, expensive honey jars." I thought that was so cute of him. Particularly since I knew he really meant it.

"And last, but not least this special little sake set for two, replete with its own case."

George opened the sake case and retrieved the container, I guess I would call it a carafe, but I know that isn't what the Japanese call it, and shook it. He smiled when he heard the pleasant jiggling of the rice wine.

"It's imported directly from Japan," I said.

"Is it?"

"Well, that's what they tell you when you buy it," and then I laughed. On his part, George chuckled.

"Okay, let's get started, assuming you are up to it darling."

"I've been ready since yesterday," George replied quickly, as he gathered up the sake, our two cups set and rushed into the bathroom.

I grabbed the Dr. Hauschka Lemon Bath and Anthousa Candles and followed close behind.

I shut the door behind us and placed the candles on the surface of the side of the bath and lit them. I ran a hot, well, hottish bath for us and poured a liberal measure of the lemon bath into the water. The whole room was so pleasantly fragrant with the two slightly contrasting but perfectly intermixed aromas that it felt as if we had entered an entirely new dimension. After the bath was full I shut off the gold plated tap.

George placed the sake container and cups on the suite's amble vanity top and poured us a drink. He set the drinks down and immediately began to strip himself. I followed suit and within a twinkling we were in our birthday suits.

George picked up one of the cups of sake and gave it to me. He raised his cup and I raised my own.

"To us," he said. "To us," I answered in affirmation. And we drank the sake down. George then gallantly took my hand and helped me into the huge bath. Then he gingerly stepped in.

We were now facing each other. As if we had a script to guide us, we began taking turns lathering up each other's bodies with the pomegranate soap. It was like we were fucking each other with soapy fingers. George soaped up my whole body paying special attention to my breast, vulva, outer and inner lips. He spread my lips apart and gently washed my clitoris. I could do nothing but moan softly as I melted under his touch. It felt so good.

I in turn covered his whole body with the fragrant lather starting at his forehead and working my way down his handsome face, rugged chest down to his toes. I dedicated most of my time to his pecker. In reality I used the soap lather to lubricate the hand job I was giving him. I worked him until he was on the verge of coming. Then stopping I gave him the soap so that he could start on me again.

"Turn around so I can do your shoulder and back..." he said.

He soaped the back of my neck and shoulders and gave me an excellent three minute massage as he did so. By this time I was feeling so loose and contented, it was as if I was floating on a large fluffy cloud.

Then his soapy fingers trailed down my back to the area just above my ass. He traced one finger down the center of my ass and then with the other hand he retrieved the soap and soaped up my whole back side.

Without washing away the soap, he proceeded to lean his face close and kissed every inch of my butt cheeks. I felt his hand reach around and stroke the outside of my pussy.

Then George rinse the soap from his right hand and stuck one of it's fingers deep inside and began to please me with grand circular motions, which he continued for nearly ten minutes.

Well, you can imagine the state I was in. For the last five minutes of this I was rocking back and forward on his finger helping him fuck me.

I felt him withdraw, which made me feel suddenly alone, well not alone, but a sort of empty feeling took over my psyche.

But there was no reason for me to feel abandoned as his tongue quickly replaced the finger. His tongue darting in and our, all around my pussy and then he reached around to my breast caressing and teasing them until he has succeeded in further hardening my nipples.

I was groaning loudly and grinding myself on George's face. It felt more than good, it was superbly exhilarating. I was now really groaning and humping his face as he kissed, licked, and fondled me so expertly. My George, despite his generally quiet demeanor, is really a hot lover. He continued this general pattern until he succeeded in bring me to the brink and then he stopped. I was almost angry, but I knew that he was only warming me up.

"Stand up Stella," he said as he rose from the bath.

I did as he asked and watched as he retrieved a bath towel and then he carefully dried me, from head to toe. Making sure to continue his seduction ritual in the process.

As he finished he tossed the towel aside and gave me a fresh bath towel which I used to dry him. I of course returned the favors he had bestowed upon me as he dried my body and by the time I had finished drying his balls and pecker, his cock was rock solid and all 7 plus inches waived proudly.

He watched my eyes drink in the image of his succulent piece of meat, and then with a wicked grin, he asked, "Aren't you glad that this is all yours?"

I assured him that I was.

He poured us another drink of sake which we quickly downed and then we skipped back to the bedroom.

I lay on my back and offered my body to him. George kissed my eyelids, forehead, cheeks, nose and then my lips. It was ever so romantic.

His mouth paid tribute to me all the way down my stomach, up my thighs, with particular attention to my inner thighs, until my back was arching up unconsciously trying to get George to give me a proper fucking or at least eat me out. Or even finger me to completion Something so that I could have the climax I sorely desired.

And then I felt one hand snaked in between my legs, the other roughly seized my right breast and his tongue crashed into my mouth and he sucked my tongue into his. Within mere seconds later he had succeeded in fully lodging his dick inside my cunt. It was so wonderful and I felt warm and liquid-like all over. I gripped him with my legs and locked my arms around him. I tried to push my whole body into his, so to speak. I sucked deeply on his tongue and reached down between our legs and gently stroked and massaged his balls with one hand and massaged his shoulders with the other. George moaned and then began to fuck me furiously, with complete and a nearly untamed abandon.

My nails dug into his shoulder and then trailed down his back and at the same time my other hand continued to tease and please his balls, helping build up the come I craved.

George was so energetic, so enthusiastic as he fucked me. He lifted his whole body up slightly with each stroke, my body following in its wake as if they were two parts of the same machine. Then he would briskly lower himself so that his wonderful pecker slid further inside me. With each such stroke I grew wetter causing an increased lubrication of our sloshing, squishing organs. I wanted to scream with joy. The only way I can describe what I felt at that moment is to say that this was what it meant to make love.

I wriggled and writhed wildly as George continued to stroke me. He moved faster, withdrew further, and sank deeper inside me. I cooed, sighed, moaned in tune with the slapping and suction noises of our bodies in heat. It was heaven on earth.

Then it happened.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.

It was as if a volcano or an atomic bomb had exploded in me and permeated my whole body. George groaned and he too came and my pussy started to milk him.

We had come together, and we knew that we would be coming together for the rest of our lives. That is when we decided to get married and settle down, just as my mom and dad would have wanted.

By the way I immediately stuffed his limp cock into my mouth and then maneuver my body so that he could tongue my pussy and we 69 for a full twenty minutes and then we fucked again.

I love Sex Expos. Not as much as I love George though.

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