From zitterow@pacbell.net Sat Apr 05 17:42:53 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!ais.net!uunet!in3.uu.net!206.153.200.139!midnight.postino.com!szdc2!szdc!news From: zitterow@pacbell.net Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: THEMENITE-EXHIBITIONISM "VisitVegas" www.nastystories.com Date: Sat, 05 Apr 1997 21:42:53 GMT Organization: None Lines: 158 Message-ID: <33c2bccc.6013409@snews.zippo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.0/32.390 ~Subject: Visit To Vegas (True, M/F, Exhibitionism, posted by author) ~From: dg00002@aol.com (Dg00002) ~Date: 22 Jan 1996 08:13:15 -0500 ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories The following true story is for the entertainment of adults only. Do not read, download or otherwise process in violation of your area's local laws. Entire contents of this file Copyright 1995 by Radioman. All rights reserved. You are invited to pass it on, post it, and distribute it freely, as you like. Please E-Mail comments to dg00002@aol.com -------------------------------------- We're a couple, Neil and Debbie, aged 35 & 37 and married for 14 years (!) and perfectly happy. But we really like adding some spice to our love lives. One of the really fun experiences we had was in 1993. We went to Las Vegas one summer weekday. It was quite busy, but it cleared out a bit as the evening wore on. One of the places there has one of those massive pools with islands and little rivers that join different parts, and so on. Neil had won a few dollars at the wheel and I'd won on the slots. Not much - just enough to pay for a good dinner and a lot of wine. Neil and I are compatible - when we've had a few drinks, we both start feeling really turned on. It was after 11:00pm, and we went walking around the pool. There were muted lights everywhere, but it seemed to be deserted. Neil looked at me, and without a word, I knew what he was thinking. I nodded, and our clothes were off and we were in the pool for a skinny dip. We aren't usually that daring - but the wine and the winnings and the romantic mood made us more reckless than usual. The water was warm, so there was no reason to get out too soon. We lolled around for a while, and inevitably, ended up in each others arms at the edge - under an overhanging palm tree. At the first touch, Neil's cock went as hard as a rock, and my stomach and my cunt melted. The warm water, the hard cock, Neil's hot breath on my wet back ... it was no surprise when Neil sank into the water a little, placed his cock between my legs and started shoving. I was really wet inside, but the pool water made entry awkward - and for a few minutes we fumbled - me pulling my cunt lips open, and Neil edging in fractionally further with each push. Then he was in. It felt weird. The pressure of the water - or something - made it feel totally different. I don't think it would have worked if the water was cold, but as it was, we pumped gently against that pressure for the longest time. It was a totally new sensation, and at every sound, our heads shot around to see if we were safe from discovery. Suddenly there was a cough behind Neil, and we shrank into the water - still coupled together, our heads only just above the surface. A security guard was doing his rounds. He hadn't seen us, but he stopped on the other side of the palm tree to light a cigarette. His feet were less than 5 feet from our heads. My naked legs were still around Neil's back, my cunt had cramped up around his cock, and we were too scared to breathe. I wanted to die of embarrassment, and Neil wanted to burst out laughing. We didn't move. The guard stood there, inhaling deeply on his smoke, and Neil started pumping slowly. I couldn't believe it! But after 2 or 3 strokes, I concentrated hard, and relaxed the walls of my cunt so he could get a good, deep, slow rhythm going. I don't think I've ever been so randy, or so scared. Despite the warm water, my cunt was hot and running, and I think Neil was the hardest he's ever been. It seemed like an hour, but was probably just a minute, before the guard finally moved on. We watched - and he went around the shrubbery where we'd hidden our clothes, and didn't look back. He hadn't seen us, and he didn't see our clothes. Neil and I pumped away, and after a few minutes he gave a low grunt and I felt his come spreading up inside me. It seemed hotter than ever, and as he pulled out, the water came gushing into the wide hole he'd left. The water came in, the come washed out, and I was in heaven. And I didn't even have to reach for a tissue! I don't know why, but I never come with Neil inside me. I always push my fingers into my cunt, scoop out some come, and feel my clit. Come makes a perfect lubricant! I always come that way - I've never failed. While I'm 'diddling', as Neil calls it, he feels my swollen cunt lips and sucks my tits. This time was different, though. The come had been washed away, but there was all that warm water. I started diddling right away, and excited by the close encounter with the security guard, I came almost immediately. My legs were weak after that, and I could hardly stand. In the wonderful 'afterglow' Neil held me close, and we kissed and cuddled for a while. Despite the warmth of the water it seemed to be getting cold. We took a leisurely swim up to the other end of the pool, took a quick look around, couldn't see anyone. We jumped out of the water and rushed, naked and dripping, back to the shrubbery where we'd hidden our clothes. As we padded up to the garden we heard noises. We padded up quietly on our bare feet. We hadn't realised it - but there was a clearing in the shrubbery, with paving stones and garden furniture. The security guard was sitting on a bench with his back to us - looking through the leaves, directly at the spot where Neil and I had made love. He'd been watching us all the time! I knew immediately what he was up to. His back was shaking and his right arm was pumping away. I don't think he knew that our clothes were directly in front of him - so to get dressed, we'd have to step right in front of him. I gave Neil a wink, and stepped quietly into the alcove, and Neil stayed close - but out of sight. The guard looked up with a start, and immediately started trying to stuff his stiff cock back into his pants. I stepped right up to him, took his hand firmly but gently, put it back on his cock and made him start pumping again. I've never been with another man since Neil and I met, and we're both paranoiac about AIDS and so on. My husband knew that this was the closest I'd ever come to another man in all those years, but he also knew I wasn't going to betray his trust. Behind the guard, I could see Neil's cock swelling again, and his hand slipping around his balls. I never touched the security guard's cock. He was a big kid, maybe 18 or 19, and obviously very unsure of himself. I sat on his knees, facing him, and made him move his own hand up and down. When he came, I took both of his hands and made him rub them all over his body - spreading his come around his own skin like a face cream. Then I leaned over, gave him a quick pecking kiss on the lips, and stood up. Neil came over then, and the guard didn't know where to look - or where to put his hands or his limp cock. We picked up our clothes and slowly, sensuously, dressed in front of him - like a sort of strip tease in reverse. As we finished and were about to leave, Neil stopped me. He lifted my skirt, pulled my panties off. He tossed them onto the security guard's lap, took my hand and led me away. END