Message-ID: <17411eli$9811192057@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Minette McKay" Subject: Viva Las Vegas, part I (MF, cons, rom?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: She had fantasized excessively about getting off the plane in Nevada, seeing him there, running into his arms, despite the quiver in her knees & the overwhelming warmth & wetness in her cunt. Of course, with a buildup like that, she was bound to be disappointed. She scanned the waiting people; she did not see him. Not immediately, and not in the next few minutes -- not, in fact, anytime in the next hour. Positioning herself carefully, she leaned against a pillar flanking the walkway so she might spot him, so he might spot her. After a while more, she sat down on a black naughahyde chair, gingerly, so as to not reveal to her fellow travelers her complete lack of underwear. She had wanted to flash him, not any of them, dammit! And just as her fevered imagination saw his truck stranded somewhere in the Mojave, guidance boomed from above. "Annette McKay, please meet your party at the Information Booth at Baggage Claim." Three escalators, two moving walkways and one tram later, she saw him: her wonderful Peter, speaking her name... Two slow-moving fat people with huge suitcases and one cranky security guard with matching creaky metal turnstile later, she felt him: her wonderful, wonderful Peter, his arms pulling her close, her knees still quivering & her cunt still dripping. "Are you my party? I've never been paged before." "Hey, honey. How're ya doin'?" Like it was another phone call! Like they saw each other more than once a year! But he was beaming as bright & neon as any of the Vegas Strip lights she'd spied upon landing. And his cock -- hard & warm, through his cargo shorts, through her flippy tie-dyed miniskirt -- also belied his calm greeting. And then, soon, they were in the parking lot, throwing Annette's carryon into the back of Peter's well-used old truck. Peter pressed Annette up against the side of the truck and kissed her like he meant it. At that moment, all traces of anxiety -- nervousness about Airport Security x-raying the dildo in her carryon, about being pantie-less in a short skirt in a strange airport, about the delayed rendezvous -- melted completely away. There was just Peter, his arms, his lips... and the truck, which was the closest thing to private at this busy airport. Peter opened the passenger door for Annette, then went around and climbed in on the driver's side. Instantly, they were lip to lip, chest to chest -- another reality shattering kiss. As Peter sucked Annette's lower lip between his teeth, he slid his hand (the hand that wasn't pulling her closer to him) up her right inner thigh, brushed her clit with the back of his hand, and plunged two fingers into her dripping pussy. Peter massaged her clit with his thumb as he thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt, rubbing against the sensitive swollen spot on its front wall on every upthrust. Annette bucked and swayed with pleasure, only peripherally aware of the sideways glances from passersby. The only thing that kept her from crying out was the wonderful kissing -- perfect kissing, she thought -- exactly the right amount of tongue, saliva, & suction! So many people miss out on the suction! And a delicious intensity reminiscent of adolescent make-out sessions. Her first orgasm of the weekend came hard and fast, like a ten-ton weight from the sky in some crazy cartoon. Peter loved to watch Annette cum. Her loved her quivering spasms, her free-flowing sweet juices, her abandonment. And Annette, being no fool, loved to cum. Catching her breathe, Annette shifted slightly as Peter scooted further back into the bench of his truck. She wasted no time but immediately undid his belt and shorts, pulling them down enough to free his gorgeous cock. (Peter never wore underwear, nor socks for that matter; his aim was to never be wearing more than two articles of clothing at any given time.) Annette bent down to kiss her old friend tenderly. Her very breathe made Peter's cock twitch in anticipation; her kiss on its head even more so. She ran her hand lightly against his balls and the base of his shaft as she sucked the cockhead into her mouth. Keeping the suction tight, enjoying the feel of the velvety head against her cheeks' insides, Annette stroked the shaft with her tongue. She let herself ease more cock into her mouth, savouring every bit. Up again, down again, she sucked hard & true on Peter's cock. Periodically she would alternate with long licks down the side of the shaft and kisses around the base. Annette loved the taste & smell of Peter, and she loved how he felt in her mouth. "Babe, stop, I'm gonna shoot right in your mouth," Peter almost whimpered. "Okay by me," Annette said, looking up from her ministrations. "No, too soon. I want to save it. We need to get to the hotel. Now." Annette grinned & sat up, putting her hands demurely in her lap. "Okay. Good idea." God, she couldn't stop smiling! Peter started the truck and began to negotiate the traffic from the airport to the Strip. They sat quite close to one another on the bench seat. Peter's right hand was busy with Annette's clit & pussy when it wasn't busy with the gearshift. Occasionally his fingers snuck up to his mouth so he could taste his lover's juices. When the truck pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, Annette said brightly, "Hmm. Almost there." Peter wondered if she meant almost there to the room, or almost there to her second orgasm of the weekend. (to be continued) ------------------- Copyright 1998 SBDDF Productions. Please do not repost, redistribute, or reproduce. Instead, visit the website! and tell all your friends! http://pages.whowhere.com/arts/minette_and_celena *********************************** chickclick.com girl sites that don't fake it. http://www.chickclick.com http://www.chickmail.com *********************************** -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----