Anal Fingering Orgasm While Almost Ordering Food at a Hotel Coffee Shop in Vegas - Sex Stories

Anal Fingering Orgasm While Almost Ordering Food at a Hotel Coffee Shop in Vegas

After a year of revenge-fucking most every available girl he came across, my friend Joe became engaged again . So, about seven of us close friends took Joe to Vegas for a weekend bachelor party. We had arrived at our hotel, the Tropicana. A few of us went to the casino to wait for the rest of the guys. Minutes after we arrived, this story begins. Two sexy flight attendants from Canada walked right past. There was something very bright and fun about these ladies; something very big about their breasts. These ladies were very hot. I grabbed their attention by saying something brilliant. “Wow, hot, I’m following them,” I think I said while I pointed. We followed a them a few steps to a craps table and introduced ourselves. The girls were good friends and both flight attendants for the same airline. They were from Canada and every year they take this girl's trip to Vegas . They were upfront about being married. Even more upfront with their flirting. We played craps and everybody hit it off immediately and we're having a blast. The slightly more flashy, outgoing and sexy of the two, Lauren, played next to me. Between us we volleyed all kinds of suggestive chemistry. The bachelor party group was getting ready to leave for dinner. I wanted to hang out with her more, so I asked Lauren what her and her friend were doing later. She said they were going to a club at the Hard Rock Hotel. After we were escorted out of the strip club, I persuade the group to go to the Hard Rock. The club ...

... was crowded but I spotted our Canadian friends right away. I was too drunk at this point to tell how drunk they were, but I know they were happy to see us. I think Lauren was surprised that we actually showed up. I walked up to her and she kissed me, or I kissed her - one of us must be to blame for our tongues being in the other's mouth for several minutes. We did not kiss again at the club. We just held hands by a few fingers, and bobble-headed together. I think we both had already decided we wanted to do everything to the other and were feeling a moment of embarrassment for our obviousness. I cannot tell you anything that happened around us during the next minutes or hours. We dangled there drunk and drinking it in, gearing up. I was enamored by how pristine and striking this woman was, how unapologetically Lauren wore her promiscuous intentions. With each glance, every brush of her fingers against the tips of mine, Lauren confessed the screaming depth of her desire to be fucked. And for me, so owned by the answers I had for Lauren’s forbidden requests, I likely would have cum myself standing right in the middle of the club had I been a few drinks less distracted. We could have bobbled like this for ten years. At some point we ended up in a cab. Lauren, her friend, my friend Sean and myself. The cab started to move and I suggested the four of us go back to the Tropicana and "make out" in public. Four thumbs up on that idea. Once back to the hotel, Lauren and I "made-out" our ...