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Subject: Viva Las Vegas, part I (MF, cons, rom?)
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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. 

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