Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Las Vegas part 2

Read part 1 of our Las Vegas weekend.

Several hours later, we again stumbled into our hotel room, this time more from drunkenness than exhaustion. We'd had a wonderful dinner at the Monte Carlo and had seen the most amazing burlesque show (Zombie Burlesque, at the Planet Hollywood Casino - I can't recommend this show highly enough. Go see it!). But our night had only just begun.

"Care for some champagne?" I asked, popping open a chilled bottle of bubbly.

"Sure!" he responded.

"And would you care for...anything else?" I held up a clear bag and shook its contents gently to emphasize the treasure that it held. This was what I'd been waiting for all weekend.

"Let's do it!" He replied, enthusiastically.

I opened the bag and poured a handful of mushrooms into his palm, then took an equal amount for myself. We smiled at each other and popped them into our mouths. After a few minutes of chewing, we clinked our champagne glasses together and took a swallow to wash them down.

"Shall we curl up on the couch for a little more mind-numbing television while we wait for these to kick in?" I asked.

"Sounds perfect," he said, taking my hand and leading me to the couch.

It was only about 15 minutes later that I started to feel the effects of the mushrooms. The comedian on TV got just a little bit funnier. The colors in the room got just a little bit brighter. And every time Andrew caressed my skin, I got just a little bit more tingly. When I started to feel that tingle all the way down between my legs, I knew it was time. I climbed on his lap, straddling him, and used the remote control to turn off the television.

"You're feeling it, too, huh?" He asked.

"Oh yes," I said, and kissed him. Our kissing soon turned to grinding. Our hands explored each other's bodies. I moaned as I rubbed myself against the bulge in his pants. He put his hands firmly on my ass and ground me into him even harder. "Mmm..." I moaned again. "This feels so good already."

"I bet we can do better," he said, and lifted me up so that my pussy was even with his mouth. I rested my knees on the back of the couch as his hands gripped my ass to hold me comfortably in place. He pressed his lips against my swollen clit through my panties. He teased me this way for several minutes, before gently sliding out from under me. Still facing the wall behind us, I moved my knees down to the couch cushions and placed my hands on the back for support. He pulled my panties off and lifted up my skirt, exposing my bare ass and pussy. He knelt on the floor and placed his hands on my ass as he gently ran his tongue up the inside of my left thigh toward my now throbbing vulva. I gasped when his tongue reached my labia. I groaned when his tongue grazed my clit. I cried out in ecstasy when the tip of his tongue pushed into my vagina.

My moans grew louder and my breathing grew heavier as his tongue became more and more aggressive. My legs and arms felt weak. I was in so much pleasure that I could barely hold myself up. I leaned my forehead against the wall behind us to give myself more support. I wondered if there was anyone staying in the room next to us. Surely they could hear my moaning and the occasional light rap of my head on the wall. I closed my eyes and imagined our neighbors, just settling in after a long day of tourist activities, becoming aroused by the sound of our passion. The mushrooms made my daydream so vivid that I got lost in it for a moment and almost forgot where I was. I drifted back and forth between the reality of his tongue between my legs and the fantasy of someone listening to us from the next room.

I'm not sure how long we were on the couch - drugs can drastically alter my perception of time - but it felt like hours. Finally, I turned around and kissed Andrew. I could taste myself on his tongue. "Do you want to move to the bed?" I asked.

"I'd love that," he responded.

We left a trail of clothing from the couch to the bed, so that by the time we laid down we were completely naked. I reached over to the nightstand and pulled a bag of supplies out of the drawer. From the bag, I withdrew several condoms and laid them on the bed for easy access. There were several toys in the bag, but it wasn't time for those yet.

"May I fuck you in in the ass?" Andrew asked. He was always so gentle and polite with his dirty requests.

"Yes," I replied, and handed him the bottle of lube from the bag of supplies.

We kissed one more time before I turned away from him and waved my ass in the air. He covered his hard cock first with a condom, then with a dollop of lube, and rubbed some around the opening of my ass before gently inserting a finger. "Mmm..." I moaned. After a few minutes he inserted another finger, gradually preparing my tight hole for his cock. Finally, he removed his fingers from my ass and I felt the firm tip of his member slowly pushing into my anus.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

"Yes, it feels good." I assured him. He slowly pushed his cock further and further until it passed through the tight opening and began to slide easily all the way in. We both moaned. He began moving his cock in and out of my ass, slowly at first, then faster until he was pounding away. "Fuck yes," I groaned. Steadying myself with one arm, I moved my other hand between my legs and began to play with my clit as he fucked me. I briefly considered pulling a toy out of the bag to fill my pussy, but decided that something like that might take more concentration and coordination than my current state of mind would allow.

He fucked my ass for some time - maybe 45 minutes - before we both collapsed in a sweaty heap. We hadn't finished yet, but were in need of a rest. He went to the bathroom to clean up a little, then came back and laid down next to me. "Thank you," he said. "That was nice."

I smiled and kissed him. "I agree."

We laid together, naked, kissing, and taking sips of champagne, for another ten minutes or so before he got up onto his hands and knees and began kissing the back of my neck. His hands ran down my back, over my ass, and between my legs. I spread my thighs apart as his fingers found their way into my vagina. He gently worked my pussy with one hand while the other tore open a condom and rolled it onto his cock.

"Which hole do you want this time?" I asked him.

"Which one do you want?" He countered.

"Hmm...I want you in my pussy this time."

"Like this?" He slid his cock easily into my wet pussy.

"Yes," I moaned. "Exactly like that."

He pulled my hips back toward him so that I was positioned on my hands and knees, and pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. I reached between my legs and played with my clit, moaning and groaning with each thrust. The mushrooms made each stroke feel better than the last, until I almost couldn't bear it. I wanted to come so badly, but the drug wouldn't let me. This is common with many sex-enhancing drugs, but there's one sure-fire way to push me over the edge, and I had come prepared.

"Hold on, let's take another breather." I said, finally. By this time we were dripping with sweat. Our bodies tingled with the combination of sexual pleasure and psychedelics. He collapsed next to me and we embraced as we engaged in a passionate kiss. "I think it's time to pull out the power tools."

"Oh really?" He smiled. I could tell that, despite the intense pleasure we'd been experiencing, he was as ready to come as I was. Exhaustion was creeping in and would soon overcome passion. I reached into the bag of supplies and pulled out a bottle of lubricant and my secret weapon: a Magic Wand. I plugged in the device and handed it to Andrew. He tested out the speeds while I squirted a dollop of lube in my hand and gently began to caress his cock. "Mmm..." he moaned.

He held the toy, on its lowest speed, gently against my clit. Waves of pleasure went through my body and I was barely able to continue stroking his cock. After a while I took the wand from him and, still stoking his cock with one hand, I held the device between my legs. "I want your hand free so you can put your fingers inside of me." He promptly obeyed, sliding first one, then two fingers easily into my wet pussy. "Oh yes," I called out. I could feel myself getting closer to that edge. I stroked his cock faster and faster as his hand went in and out of my pussy. The toy vibrated against my swollen clit. I was so close, but still couldn't quite get there. With a flick of my thumb, I switched the device from low to high speed. The pleasure was so intense I was practically screaming.

Finally, it happened. It was like I'd broken through a barrier, and my entire body was suddenly engulfed in a feeling of pure ecstasy. "Yes, yes, yes!" I called out. I heard Andrew moaning beside me and felt his warm come begin to drip down my hand.

When we'd both caught our breath, we rolled onto our sides, facing each other. "That was fucking amazing," I said.

"Wow. Yeah." He said, still partially out of breath.

We kissed and snuggled up together. Andrew reached over to turn off the lamp and we both drifted off into a blissful sleep.
The next morning, we awoke later than we'd intended and started our rush to get packed in time to check out. Despite our hurry, we both had a spring in our step and a smile on our lips. We stopped occasionally to kiss or just hold each other. Once we'd checked out, we waited outside for Andrew's airport shuttle. He was going home a day earlier than me so that I could spend time with my parents, who live just outside of Vegas. We snuggled up on a bench and reminisced about what a great weekend we'd had. It was a little bit sad to know that it would be months until the next time we saw each other, but we also knew that it was the distance between us that made these rendezvous so much more exciting.

"You know, I think we've peaked." I told him.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We just had an amazing weekend full of drug-fueled sex in Las Vegas. How can it get any hotter than that?"

"Oh don't worry," he assured me. "We'll think of something..."

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