TRUE STORY: What Happens In Vegas ... Stays Burned In My Memory (revised) - Sex Stories

TRUE STORY: What Happens In Vegas ... Stays Burned In My Memory (revised)

... sure how long my energy would hold on ... my body was still on East Coast time (I was in Vegas for a convention), meaning all of this fun was starting for me with my body thinking it was 5:00 am!

Lust for Lauren pushed me past the physical barriers. As she looked out the large windows, I walked up behind her and put my hands on her waist ... which was a good 6 inches above mine. She turned around and her breasts were right in my face ... I looked up at her and almost involuntarily said, "You're absolutely gorgeous. I'm so very glad you answered my ad."

Sweetly she said, "I am too, and you're way cuter than your picture." I reached up to her face and drew it to mine for a deep, exploratory and then very satisfying kiss.

Toward the end of our kiss, my hands moved from her face to her blouse, finding the small buttons and unfastening them one by one. Lauren's bra was nothing fancy, but its cups held her breasts up into natural mounds. Their curves were perfect, and the dim lamp light caused a subtle gradient of light to fall across them, illuminating her rich brown skin. And her skin felt and tasted as good as it looked. I sensually landed kiss after kiss across the exposed skin. Lauren let her head fall back and exhaled with a soft moan of approval.

That was all the encouragement I needed to untuck her blouse and release her bra claps. As it the bra fell away it was like her breasts didn't move. Their shape remained perfect, and I could now see their truly ...

... beautiful shape. Her firm nipples were the size of small grapes and rested upon areola about the size of a half dollar. They aimed straight ahead and a little upwards, highlighting the ideal compound curve of her under-boob. Hugely sexy.

What was also sexy is that she was still in her heels and her nipples were exactly at face level for me, so I took full advantage. More moans of approval, and then I felt her hand on the back of me head pulling me more tightly into her. As I moved passionately from one to the other, I tasted a hint of sweetness ... colostrum perhaps. The taste drove me even wilder. She'd mentioned that she had a young son...

As I pulled my head back to look up at her she said, "I'm not used to moving so fast, but I'm glad we are." I felt the same way.

We separated for a moment to undress and Lauren joked about whether she should leave on her heels. Even without them she was still 3 inches taller than me. We ditched them, which when we embraced yet again put the tip of my throbbing cock just above her glistening pussy lips.

Fully naked before me, Lauren's shape was truly exceptional. She had a slim, almost waif-like build with tiny bones and slender limbs. While her chest must have been a 34-C or D, her waist was tiny tiny, like a young teenager. Her hips, though, completed a dramatic hourglass figure, no doubt wider because of childbirth. Even at nearly 6 feet tall, I doubt she weighted 120 pounds.

I could wait no longer to have her, so I pushed her to ...