Mack was due to arrive shortly.
The company limo would take us from Boston to Trump's Hotel and Casino in Atlantic City where we'd welcome in 2011.
The doorman, who was studying to be a fashion designer at BU, was on duty as I'd hoped.
Smiling, he nodded his head in approval and said, "You are striking tonight Ms. McCormick. Perfectly dressed for a glamorous New Year's Eve Party I presume?"
"Yes, but it's more a party for two set among many. Do you think Mack and I will coordinate well?"
"His Armani Suits always blend nicely with your designer dresses, especially when you two wear black accessorized with diamond bling."
* * * * * * *
I've grown to depend on Kory's approval of my ensembles. It always seems to come along at the right time and gives me added confidence when I need it the most.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but it also lends itself to my growing insecurity about the fragility of Mack's and my long distance relationship.
With him living in New York City, while I am in Boston, our dates have become far and few between. The confidence I once felt is not as strong as it once was.
* * * * * * *
When the limousine arrived at the hotel entrance, my handsome Mack stepped out in all his glory. My heart did a flip and my body tingled.
I threw my arms around him and gave him a big kiss. He kissed me back and then held me at arms length to size me up and whistle softly.
"Oh Mimi, just the sight of you takes my breath away. You're looking beautiful my love."
**************
All the way to Atlantic City, we discussed "Conde Nast Traveler" articles and dreamed aloud of places we would like to visit someday.
At dinner he grinned and handed me an Eden Fantasy Gift Box.
"Look inside Mimi. It's an extra holiday gift for you, something we can both enjoy."
Opening it up, I took it out, and said, "Thanks, Mack. But what is it?"
"It's a thong with a remote vibrator. I figured we could have fun with it in the casino. I have one too, a jock strap with a vibrator. I put mine on earlier."
"Okay, I'm game. Tell me more . . ."
"Here's the deal Mimi, if you get a win in the casino, I will zap you with my remote, and if I get a win, you get to zap me."
I laughed and told him, "I
love it Mack. Let's do it!"
"I was hoping you would," he said blowing me a kiss.
* * * * * * *
After dinner I headed to the restroom and struggled to figure it out. Once I thought I had it in place, I had Mack test it as we left the restaurant.
It worked. Boy, did it work!
"It feels sooo good Mack. I'm gonna love this, for sure."
"Good, let's go gamble a little. You love craps, let's find you a hot table."
I bought fifteen hundred in chips at a "no limit" table. I lost one game after another, but didn't back down or lower my bets.
Then after seven rolls of the dice, I hit it big.
Mack was as elated as I was--he reached into his pocket and pressed the clit remote which made me jump and holler out even more.
Everyone assumed I was so elated, I went over the top, excited because I'd won big.
I hugged him and slipped a big handful of black chips deep in his pocket and zapped him. I could feel him get hard immediately.
"Damn, this is fun!" I told him.
Chuckling and drawing me close, he growled, "Tell me about it."
"Mack, I love to beat the pants off the Casino, but it's even sweeter beating the pants off you in slow motion."
* * * * * * *
We continued to play craps at the same table, winning over and over again, and giving each other short sharp jolts below our belts.
Before long it became apparent from all the "don't" betters, the players weren't focusing on the game and instead, were caught up in Mack and my antics.
Soon the table turned decidedly in favor of the "Don'ts." Rather than switch hats and incur the wrath of the table, I decided it was time for us to cash in our chips and leave.
As if to applaud my decision, Mack gave me a long jolt on the remote.
I'm not a flirt ordinarily, but I do love play acting and could not resist the opportunity to take advantage of feeling so wild and high; I winked, smiled and to the delight of the guys at the table, sidled up to Mack and cooed, "Baby, let's go some place else to play."
He grinned and said, "I know just the place to play darling. I'll call for the limo."
* * * * * * *
Mack instructed the driver to take us around town and out in the country-- anywhere he'd like--but to keep the shade drawn on his window between us, saying he would use the intercom for any further instructions, but until then, to keep driving.
We sat on long leather seats that faced each other. I came over to his side and raised my skirt to straddle his leg and get him to play with my boobs, but his hands traveled all over my body.
"Oh baby," he said, I can feel your wetness, you're hot."
"Yeah, and I have a feeling you're gonna get me hotter yet."
With that he removed my breasts from my dress and buried his head into them, feasted upon them, until his insatiable hunger drove him to push them together, to suck them both at once as he murmured
in my ear, "Baby, you need to feel the night air on these while I keep you warm down below."
* * * * * * *
Mack held me steady by my waist as I climbed up on the seat and poked my head out through to the outside and rested my elbows on the roof of the limousine to hold me up.
Positioning himself underneath me, and between my legs, he swiftly drove his tongue into me. With a firm grip on what he liked to call "my buns of steel," he moved me up and down on the thickness of his tongue.
Instinctively I reached up to my nips and began tweaking them in the breeze of the cool night air.
Between what was going on indoors and outdoors, I was in heaven.
Mack continued doing his part for what seemed like eternity.
When my legs trembled and I could barely stand it anymore, I felt the sure signs of an on coming orgasm--heard myself immersed in uncontrollable moaning and groaning.
"Oh baby. . . . Don't stop. Never stop. It feels so good . . . "
To say I loved riding his tongue down the open highway with my bare tits blowing free out the moon roof would be the understatement of 2010. I was praying it could last into 2011.
Soon Mack went past the clit and began exploring me real low with his finger, and my butt cheeks tightened.
He persisted and eventually the sensations made me relax enough for him to slide a thick slick finger in me.
"Baby, what are you doing to me . . . Ohhhhhhhhh!"
I squeezed around his finger and relaxed repeatedly. Soon it became easier for him to slide it in and out. It felt like the real thing was happening, but I craved something bigger.
Cars passing us and honking, seeing me bare breasted sticking out of the top of the limo, only added to the excitement I felt.
I was so worked up, so turned on, I had no shame. I simply puckered and licked my lips at them and they honked louder and yelled out their windows.
I reminded myself repeatedly that all I had to do in order to cum again, was to simply "let go."
"I need to let go, Mack. Let it all go . . . OMG . . . help me cum . . . please help me . . . I need to cum so badly . . ."
We went over a bump in the road and his tongue hit my clit hard as his finger slid up and down faster and faster, driving me right to the edge, driving me mad with animal lust.
Then nothing else mattered but squeezing hard down around his finger making my orgasm build and build until I was screaming out in the night like a wild banshee--climaxing over and over, until my knees collapsed and Mack gently and lovingly lowered me back into the limo.
* * * * * * *
Positioning me so I was facing out the back window, I knelt on the long seat where Mac drove into me, hard and fast, over and over again as I watched cars passing us filled with people who had no idea what we were doing traveling along side of them.
It thrilled me and blew my mind, intensified all that was happening.
"Darling," Mack said, "let's pretend they can see us . . . see how hot you are, how sexy you are while you rub your clit and I take you . . . OMG you feel SO good! I want to cum all over you, in you, I want to feel you cum, have you squeeze around me and milk my cock. Cum for me love. Cum all over me!"
His talking like that drove me crazier yet and brought on the throes of a greater orgasm as I thrashed about.
Reaching around, he grabbed my tits hard, and in a final last effort, he drove himself into me, impaled me with his hard thick rod of steel--pumped me hard.
"Now it's time for your biggest gift!" he told me, "prepare yourself."
Pulling out of me, to the very edge, he hesitated one, two, maybe three counts and then slammed into me, his balls slapped my ass as he pinched my nipples hard.
Sweat dripped down my back as he changed from one long deep thrust to alternating short ones. Grabbing my hips, he hit me with intermittent short hard deep thrusts.
The sound of our bodies filled the limo as he pulled all the way out and growled into my ear.
"Are you ready? Are you sure you are ready? Be sure, because I am about to do you like you've never been done before sweet baby and I'm not starting until you tell me you're ready."
I knew from his tone that he was determined, but that he wouldn't do it until I told him I was ready.
I moaned and growled back, "Am I ready? I have never been more ready in my life, do me, I beg of you, do me now."
He became a wild man, "Okay baby, you asked for it, and you're gonna get it."
"NOW BABY," I TOLD HIM, "NOW . . . OMG. YES! OMG, OMG, YES! AHHHHHHHHHH."
Together we cum at last.
* * * * * * *
We'd forgotten about the limo driver, it was if he wasn't even there. But now laying locked together, content and relaxed in each others arms, neither of us felt like checking in with him.
Judging by the absence of car lights, we were aware of being out in the country somewhere and driving slow.
I couldn't help but wonder if the driver was having his own erotic dreams behind the dark dividing glass that separated our worlds . . . and as I wondered, I fell asleep on Mack's shoulder.
When I woke up, I felt sweet tasting tears of joy upon my cheeks and his juices between my thighs.
Turning me around to face him, I saw his eyes watering as he pulled me close so we could recline fully on the big long leather seat, content and at peace.
Kissing me tenderly on the back of my neck he whispered:
"Happy New Year Baby!"
* * * * * * *
THE END.
Authors Note: This is an accounting of a character I created. I named her "Mimi McCormick." I have written it as if she wrote it in first person about her New Year's Eve 2011 Celebration.
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