This is a true story.
They say that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,but this is one incident I want to snitch about.
A few years ago I took a holiday to Vegas with a buddy to go on a gambling holiday and to take in some of the entertainment there. No, I did not not strike it rich in a financial sense, but it stil a very worthwhile holiday in another sense.
He was leaning against the white picket fence in front of his little efficiency apartment one evening as an escape from some of the crowd inside.
He was in the process of forming a band, and a hoard of onlooker/wannabes had arrived uninvited bringing beer, loud mouths and nothing conducive to practicing music. So, out of frustration and tired of the noise, he had stepped out into the evening with a cold beer and some starlight.
I take my daughter to a dance class each week. Her teacher is Nicky and I have to admit I have always had a thing for her although as a married man I never intended on acting on my desires. What is more I always thought the fit and bubbly dance instructor was way out of my league.
Standing about 5 foot 6 inches tall and weighing around 110 pounds, Nicky is 30-years-old.
I had been with the company for three years and thinking about leaving until I was transferred to a mid-size Rocky Mountain town. For me it was a dream come true; out of the city, fresh mountain air, and plenty of open road to ride my bike. Being 28 I had been into road bicycles since college and I was a weekend racer. In my new environment and with my new job, that had me out of the office most of the time, I could ride virtually whenever I wanted.
It's a late Friday night and I'm feeling it bad, making the rounds with my pool cue, lookin' for a game and some possible action. The local place, Lefty's is about half full but not too jumping. No one at the table. Well, hell If you ain't got no one to play with, you might as well play with yourself.
I'm in my late twenties, now, and I'm married, for the second time. But when my wife isn't around, I still like to masturbate. I think my masturbation habit developed after my divorce, when I didn't get to fuck as regularly as I like.
When I play with my cock I usually think about having sex with women. As I stroke and fondle my penis I think about sucking erect nipples and licking wet pussies and about having my cock sucked by horny nude sluts.
You've heard the term "breathtakingly beautiful," right? You know -- the casual passing of someone who causes you to take a short, sharp breath at her beauty. Too often, it's a one shot, never seen again... geez, fantasy doesn't seem like the right word. Let me think about it. Anyway, this is a true tale about my chance encounter with one of those beauties.