We landed in Los Vegas and were transported by limo to the Venetian Resort and Hotel. There we were treated to the best the place had to offer, or at least what Marcello's black American Express could buy. As we were escorted to our room, I couldn't help looking around, as the place was just amazing beautiful. I could see Marcello out the corner of my eyes smiling at me as if he was watching a little kid at the fair. I loved everything from the opulent interior to the gondolas outside.
"We can go sightseeing later if you like," Marcello said with a smile knowing that I would love to.
All I could do was nod as I looked around, thinking how much of what I was seeing reminded me of my time in Venice Italy.
As we got off the elevator to our room, I was rendered speechless. The elevator opened into the penthouse. We walked off elevator right into the living room, which was WOW. Looking straight ahead was expansion of floor to ceiling window that framed the nighttime view of Vegas. When I was able to pull my eyes back from it, I found myself standing in the middle of the living room tasteful done in color ranging from white to a bronze with hints of green thrown in. My description does little to convey the beauty of it all as it humbled and awed me into silence. As I wandered around the rooms Marcello took a seat, watch me with pleasure, and laughed out when hear me scream with joy when I found the Master suite bathroom. I came out to find him sitting in a chair looking at me over his folded hands with a smile on his handsome face.
"That tub is big enough to hold at least four adults."
"Which means it will hold us very well," he said still smiling but now with a speculative look in his eyes.
I stopped moving toward him not sure why, but I got the feeling that I was in the presence of a man who often go what he wanted. I had mistakenly considered the years between us to be a deterrent to this weekend being anything but what it was.... A fuck feast. I quickly shoved that thought out of my mind deciding that Marcello was right, I was over thinking us... I mean this weekend. I guess he read my face because he came out of the chair in one sensual masculine glide toward me. It all happened so fast that I all I could do was to stand my ground. Marcello picked me up his arms as if I was a child and carried me back into the Master suite and the bathroom. Leaving my shoes behind as measure of how much he had me and how lost I was.
Upon entering the Master suite and then the bathroom, we lost our clothes along the way. It was the only way to explain why we were naked as we tried to press our bodies into one. As the tub filled we admire the beauty of each other, the seen and now what was once unseen. Reddish brown nipples were kissed and as well as a proper Roman nose. Things whispered as hands traced down a cheek or over the muscular firmness of hip. Then the little things were noticed, like the lack of hair on one compared to the well-shaved area of another. We were like children exploring each other in play but with an underling raw growing passion that in time would demand to be fed and sated. This time in the bath, we did what we hadn't time to do before, we bathe each other. This only heightened our desire as we washed away any traces of the plane trip and what we left behind to start a new. It was like our first time together and it was starting a new, our three days and nights of unbridle passion.
I had decided to just fuck it all and go with Marcello on this wild ride. As it would be one of the only few times in my life, that I would be able to be totally free with a man. To open up and just be free to enjoy him in all the ways that he could be without boundaries or thought. I was so overcome with desire and joy that I almost cried, but instead I pulled his soap covered body down into the tub with me. I fell on his with all the hunger and desire that had laid dormant inside me I took him.
Rinsing all the soap from his front to his back,I started With careful controls and slowly not breaking the skin raked my nails down his back and over his hips. I did this again and Marcello arched his back sucking air through his teeth. The wetness of his skin reduced the feeling down to an intense massage that left us both gasping for breath. Kneeling at the back of him between his feet,I did the same to his thighs. Paying attention only to the enter thigh, not touching the treasure that was there. My fingers combing his body hair as I did this adding its own sensation to what I was doing. I had to laugh because he started to make a sound that was almost like a purring. I then move from his back to his front careful with tender bits, but still giving them a combing as I was now calling it. Marcello cock was hard as sticking out from his body like a pointer. I took time to admire it with my hands and my eyes fighting with myself to not put it in my mouth. As I knew that, it would just stop me in my tracks and I wanted to take full advantage of this opportunity, but it didn't stop me from sucking on his balls. Using my lip covered teeth I massage the mass with great care and consideration, as I continued to comb his thighs with my nails. I could feel Marcello body tighten and quiver through my lips against his skin. The natural scent of him started to rise about the scented soap and I had to fight with myself to not give in totally to my desires ...not yet anyway. I cupped his left ass cheek and squeezed as much of the flesh as my small hand could hold. I did this while my tongue did a caressing danced over and around his ball sack.
"Damn Baby ... I ... I... oh damn," Marcello said as he reached down and pull through his legs up into his arms.
I wrapped myself around him, legs and all clinging to him for dear life as he climbed out of the tub. Marcello didn't stop until we ended up the on the penthouse terrace high about the city light. I slid down his body and walked naked into night with a light breeze caressing my skin as it dried. The roof top terrace provided us with privacy from those around us but the sky over head was open and the stars were bright. I had always wanted to make love... fuck... under the stars. I felt his presence before he put his hands on shoulders. Marcello turned me to face and then took a seat in the nearest chair. Pushing me a little way from him he had me turn around slowly so he could take all that the terrace lights and the nighttime sky now with a full moon could let him see.
I knew what he saw... a mature woman, short woman, and her body round and full in the entire right place with just a little extra padding in others. The skin was flawless, the color of creamy peanut butter with large breasts and even larger deep reddish brown nipples. Those he remembered from the first time and he still could not believe their color. Her pussy was like that a young girl hairless almost, something that was natural to her, not shaven or waxed.
I watched his eyes first in embarrassment then in wonder as I saw how he really looked at me. I raised my arms over my head in a belly dancing movement that made me look more like a craved figure from an Indian temple wall. I closed my eyes and moved in time to my own internal music. With hips sway softly and my breast moving in time I felt my way through my little dance... of seduction. Please just because he had stopped me didn't mean he had stopped me. I knew that his type of man love for his women to curvaceous and luscious to the eyes and touch, and I was both. Before I could turn, back to face him in my dance he had picked me up under my out stretched arms and put me face down on to the back of a couch. With my head down, ass up and legs spread wide I could only imagine what he saw. Which made him do what he did next, leaving me thanking God was he rich. Marcello was able to have our blood work done with negative results before we left town. He slowly but firmly slid his cock into my very wet and throbbing pussy. I moaned softly as I smile my pleasure, OMG... MY PUSSY HAD A COCK IN IT. I could have screamed from the rooftops! I was happy and had no problems being a very active participates in the fucking. It got so good Marcello was screaming in Italian and English. I was speechless my orgasm had taken over and it was using up all my energy I was fighting to just keep moving. We came just as my pussy contracted so hard that Marcello scream out as I screamed inward. My body literally rocked from the inside out and I could still feel him behind me pound his cock in as if he was trying to find a way out through my mouth. Then I heard a moan, turned into a roar, and felt Marcello cum as he came hard. Firing his cum into me so hard that due to the pressure and volume it filled me up and then ran down my legs to drip on the terrace floor.
I couldn't move even if I wanted to,but somehow Marcello could. He carried me with his cock still in me back into the penthouse Master bedroom where he laid me down on the Hollywood king size bed on my back. I felt regret when he pulled me off his cock with a pop. So I just laid there looking up at him. Thinking how beautiful he was and how lucky I was to have this opportunity, again I almost cried. I closed my eyes not seeing that he had already saw and guessed my feeling.
"Kessss...," Marcello whispered.
I opened my eyes knowing that they glittered with unshed tears.
I could not see his face clearly, as it was hidden in the curtain of his long hair, but I could feel his eyes on me as we fought to remember that would all be over in less than 72 hours. Marcello leaned down, kissed deeply, and fully as his tears mingled with mine. Releasing my lips, he swept his thick black hair down the front of my body to hover about my still dripping pussy. He spread my legs with hands and with eyes still on my tear streaked face he lower his mouth into me sending my eyes to the back of my head in blissful responds as fed and was sated. I came shaking, hoarse from moaning,praying and begging him to never stop. My orgasm hit me like a wall and I saw stars, saying things that I know I shouldn't.
Marcello entered me. pushing in cock back into the middle of a serious vaginal convulsion that had us both screaming in pleasure. When we finally stopped cumming, we were on the floor wrapped in each other arms. We stayed there in that way, until the sun found us there the next morning...
To be continued...
Music I listen to while write ... lol the hot parts
Chris Botti and Herbie Hancock: Tango Suite