Friday, April 08, 2011

Runnin' Good

Here we go again. And again and again. Seriously I don't even try but for some reason I can't avoid it...Yes I got picked up again.

Still in the throes of Marie, who I still Skype with and spank many out too, along comes Lacy. At Red Rock of all places. I know really. Figured if I was banging somebody from Red Rock, she was staff, big assed, or maybe a 65-year old with nice non saggy B cup titties and botox from hell. Man I was so wrong.

I was mostly drunk, it was Sweet Sixteen Weekend, I so missed Pauly, Derek, Senor, and KB, from the book mention of 2007, (hey let's all do it again next year) so I was like fuck it, Red Rock is four minutes from my house, I get too trashed, which I did, I'll cab it home for under $12 and catch a ride in the morning with my roommate who happens to deal at the Bellagio.

Anyway I faced the nits, the calling stations, the nearly dead as I played uber aggro slowly building up my stack $3 to $10 at a time. Then it happened. Maybe I don't run good in cards but fuck I run good in hot chicks that sit next to me at the tables, and how they love running their foot on my leg.

This one was Lacy. From Alaska...yes really. She had moved to Portland to assist her sister on raising too many kids, met a guy, fell in need and married him. She was an upward professional, dressed well for the day and time, and in town for a conference. Best I can describe her is she looked like Lindsay Soto.


My cards went dead, not like the tent in my shorts, and I asked Lacy, baby I need some real luck. Suddenly she rubbed my arm and said, "Don, I'm all the luck you need baby." Really? She knew my name, I don't remember me telling her my name, and if I did it would be something made up, multiple syllabic, like Marshall or Douglas,or Steven.

She was married her old man was at home and like so many what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. She confessed to staying up all night since her flight back to Portland was at something obscene like 6am. Suddenly a savior "came" over. A Native or an Intuit, came over and said the flight was cancelled, get on your I phone and get booked on the 4:30pm flight. Wow saved by a skin problem on Southwest. No convertible flight for Lacy.

She made her calls, she told her associates, who I did clarify that they were not her husband, lover, assassin, that she would catch them for brunch at 10am manana. Wow, was that my signal? An open window? Before I could think too long her right hand was under the table, on my knee, doing an old school seduction. Wow I thought, this would be quite the score.

We played poker for a couple orbits, her hand consistently on my leg, before I wised up and lamely said, "I got a couple free drink coupons, wanna do some shots?" Immediately I thought, what a tool box. Somehow she gladly accepted.

Some of you have seen me, some of you have devoured me, and somehow with my confidence/low self-esteem I still wonder how they fall for me. A quick glance in Lacy's eyes, she had surely fallen. Whether it was just her getting laid and doing a "what happens in Vegas stay in Vegas" or whether it was my beautiful green eyes, smile and charm, well I'll never know since I didn't ask. Her hand, my Johnson communicated beautifully.

Off the the sports book we went. We grabbed an empty table, with a view of both the big screens, the poker room, and the bar. Amanda, my favorite cocktail waitress came by for the order. "Two jaegar bombs, two vodka rocks splash of cranberry, no lime, don't hurt it." Lacy was thrilled. I was totally confident, drinks or not, I was banging another married woman.

Amamda brought the drinks, I ordered another round, and feeling too confident I asked Amanda to do a shot with us, meet us after her shift, and to join us. She accepted...only the shot, on the DL of course. Amanda is my next conquest, though another hopeful story.

Lacy and I hit it off well. She had these two associates keeping an eye on her but smartly she threw them off the chase. "Go play craps, I'm gonna crash soon anyway," she told them. They believed her amazingly.

The buzz that I started with just got deeper. Lacy's buzz was definitely growing with time. Finally after my not too subtle, you look hot, you're beautiful lines started working, she did it, no not grabbed my cock but said, "we should go up to my room, what a view."

Now I'm seriously one for views, and if anybody has ever had a Strip View from the Red Rock, well it's just all that (breathtaking). Seriously, thirty miles across, twenty miles top to bottom, lights on it really is all that. Lacy grabs my hand and we head up to the stealth elevator that takes us up up up to the 17th floor with a great view.

Another couple joins us in the elevator but that only turns her on. As we go "up" she grabs me and buries her tongue in my throat. I'm okay with that, yes I have a slight exhibition streak and I would have totally banged her right in the elevator, right in front of this other couple. No luck but Lacy ran her tongue all over my lips and made it known tonight, she wanted to be straight up fucked by yes me.

Her room was all that. So art deco, such a view of the strip, so I can't belive how lucky I'm about to get again. "I feel so naughty Don," again remembering my name which I still don't know how she knew, "I want the whole world to see us," she begged into my ear. Off came her blouse, off came her jeans, off came her bra and panties, her eyes filled with total lust, "Don I've never been this wet in my entire life, fuck me for all of Vegas to see." Insatiable, luscious, unreal, but that was all good. My cock was probably the hardest it's ever been in my existence.

I had enough invitation, Lacy wanted it bad, wanted me bad, so I was gonna give her my best porn star performance. I ripped off my shorts, I threw her against the glass wall, I bit her neck, I pulled her hair, and I jammed into her from behind. I smashed her sexy body and beautiful titties against the glass wall, Yes for all of Vegas to see. I fucked her like I've never fucked anybody in my life, hard and fast, her face and breasts up against the window, over and over, like I fucked Lacy. My heart was exploding, her pussy was dripping, our gyrations meeting perfectly.

Is that graphically enough G Baby? Best "love making" of my life. Lacy got it hard and fast and the whole of Vegas got too see it, if they were looking up over Summerlin at the Red Rock. Marie was fantastic, really really fantastic, but Lacy with her face and titties pressed on the glass wall, begging for me to long dick her wins...by far.

Hope you all enjoyed. The next encounter is even better. The one after that where I have to check the 19-year old ID is even better. Insatiable. I rule.

Run well. Play hard. Get outside your box. Bang a hottie, over and over again.

Regards, Miami Don

4 Comments:

At 10:30 AM, Blogger Tivo said...

LOL - checking ID's is VERY KEY.

 
At 5:34 PM, Blogger Andrew said...

.....and then I woke up. Best dream ever.

 
At 7:11 PM, Blogger Schaubs said...

runnin' good is a massive understatment.

 
At 7:21 PM, Blogger JT88Keys said...

Name and address withheld upon request.

 

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