Greetings From Vegas

By Celia

Morales Pitman was born to wear a tuxedo. I realized that fact when I first saw him in one. The next thought was how good he would look stretched out naked on my bed with that fancy tuxedo laying crumpled on the floor.

I'd only met Morales the day before, in the lobby of my hotel. I was in Las Vegas for my annual week-long vacation when one of my suitcases exploded as I was checking in, spilling my unmentionables all over the floor. A young Hispanic man happened to be walking by at that time and was the only person nice enough to stop and help me. I looked up from where I was kneeling on the floor, into a pair of the most incredible cinnamon-colored eyes I'd ever seen. I mumbled a thank you as my gaze continued downward, taking the scenic tour of his body: he was dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt, very tight black jeans and boots.

For a minute, I forgot what planet I was on.

The bellboy arrived about then and started stacking my bags on the luggage carrier. The young man helped me to my feet then started to walk off. I asked if I could buy him dinner. He explained that he had a previous commitment - a business meeting. I didn't believe the 'business' part for a minute. "What about tomorrow night?" I asked, unwilling to let him to leave.

Pausing, he smiled mischievously. "Only if you allow me to choose the restaurant."

"And, of course, you know the perfect little out-of-the-way place."

"Mais oui. I need to know your room number… so I can pick you up."

"I'll meet you in the lobby. Is nine o'clock okay?"

Nodding, he said, "Wear something…elegant." He bowed slightly and hurried away.

As I watched that gorgeous ass retreating across the lobby, I realized I didn't even know his name.

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Dinner was perfect, of course. We drank several bottles of very expensive French wine as Morales regaled me with stories about his travels throughout Europe. Having never been outside the US, I was fascinated by his every word, every expression. He was sweet, funny, intelligent and absolutely physically perfect. He was the closest thing I'd found to a perfect man - not at all like either of my three husbands. They were all decent men, albeit boring. Their only virtue was the fact that each of them had been richer than the one before. I took good care of them when they were alive, mourned them when they died and had no regrets about spending their money on anything I wanted.

After dinner, Morales asked if there was anything I'd like to do. I told him I came to Las Vegas for the gambling and asked if he'd like to join me in the casino. Once again, he accepted my invitation and we crawled into his convertible for the quick trip back to my hotel. As he drove, he recited a poem - I think it was Shakespeare. I told him he should be a poet and not a lawyer.

Once inside the casino, Morales pulled out a roll of bills and handed them to me. Having this gorgeous man at my side made me feel sexier than I'd felt in a long time. I felt lucky as we stepped up to the table where an odd-looking young man was dealing. I thought I saw a look pass between my date and the dealer, but paid little attention to it.

A couple of hours later, I was more than $1000 to the good. Morales stayed at my side throughout my winning streak and I told him he was my good luck charm. This made him happy. I was feeling tipsy from the wine we'd drunk at dinner and the drinks Morales had been bringing to me since I'd started playing cards. I sat out a hand, leaning back against the hard body that stood behind me. Pulling his hands forward, I encouraged him to touch me. He caught on quickly and began stroking lightly down my arms.

Leaning my head back, I felt his hot breath on my neck. I turned slightly to look at him, the stirrings of passion beginning deep inside me. It had been a long time since I'd felt like this and I was enjoying it. I knew he was feeling the same way - his eyes were beginning to glaze over. "Why don't we take a break, Morales?" "Bien. Do you want to go to the bar?"

I shook my head. "Let's go to my room…"

Standing aside, he allowed me to lead the way.

A young couple stepped into the elevator in front of us. I felt Morales' hand on my ass as I tried to ignore the girl's whining about their dinner. They exited on the third floor, leaving us alone for the rest of the trip to the fifteenth floor.

Morales was in front of me before the door closed, covering my body and my mouth. I opened my lips eagerly, sucking on his tongue as my hands massaged his back and ass.

By the time we arrived at my floor, I had almost lost the ability to walk. Somehow we made it to room 1512. Taking the key from me, he fitted it into the lock and flung the door open.

I turned on a single lamp on my way to the bed. Morales had already started removing his clothes. "Stop!"

"What?" He looked around.

I pulled him forward. "Don't you touch that tie! I want to take your clothes off… slowly."

Smiling, he dropped his hands and allowed me to continue.

I pushed at the lapels of his jacket as he shrugged it off. The tie was undone and tossed on the floor quickly. I had a little trouble with the buttons on his silk shirt but I conquered them as well. My fingers caressed his chest, feathering through the thatch of dark hair. Leaning forward, I touched my tongue to a nipple, causing him to moan softly. Emboldened by the alcohol and inspired by the body standing before me, I opened my mouth and sucked on the nub until it stood up hard and erect. Moving my head slightly, I repeated the process with its brother.

Morales' hands were on the back of my head, finding my mouth with his and kissing me hard again. I felt his tongue as it pushed past my lips roughly. My hands were busy unfastening his trousers and pushing them down. He pulled back as he sat down and heeled out of his boots, pushing his pants aside.

When he stood up, he grabbed my dress and jerked it up quickly, taking my slip with it. I stood there in my bra, panties and pantyhose, grateful for the dim light in the room. Before I had a chance to think, his hands were busy again, removing the remainder of my clothes. I looked away, knowing he was staring at me and feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. "What is the matter?" he whispered.

"Well…" I cleared my throat. "I'm not exactly Twiggy, you know."

"Twiggy?" he asked. "Quien es Twiggy?" Leaning forward, he buried his face in my neck and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

I was quickly to the place where words were unnecessary. We moved together to the bed. He lay me down gently, kissing me as he pushed me over on my back. As his mouth placed tiny kisses over my face and neck, his hands began caressing my body. In between kisses, he spoke softly, "I think you have a beautiful body, cher… Don't you know that Latin men like curvaceous women? I love all your curves, Celia…"

I was still having difficulty believing this gorgeous man was here with me. Reaching out my hands, I stroked the soft skin of his back and sides. His mouth moved down from my face to my body, his tongue darting out to tease my nipples. I moaned softly as I felt the sharp nip of his teeth, which sent shivers down my spine. After sufficient attention to my breasts, his mouth moved down further, trailing licks and kisses. He paused to nuzzle his face in my pubic hair, then his tongue darted out again, exploring intimate territory. My moaning became louder now as I spread my legs and arched upwards. I could feel his hot breath on my hypersensitive skin as I grabbed his head and thrust wildly.

Morales was nothing, if not thorough. Using his teeth, tongue, lips and hands to maximum advantage, he continued his slow, exquisite torture of my body. When I could endure take it no longer, I gave myself over to sweet release, crying out as I came.

When the world had righted itself again, Morales was there, holding me and kissing me and telling me how sexy I was. I moved my hand down to his groin, then gasped. His erection was very large and very hard… "Ohmygod!" slipped out before I realized it.

"What is it?" he breathed. He must have worked out what the problem was because he spoke again, quickly, "Don't worry about it - we don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

I admired his selflessness, but I wasn't going to let this chance pass me by. "Are you kidding? You aren't going to get out of this bed until I've been fucked to within an inch of my life."

He giggled at my uncharacteristically crude language. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I said as I continued stroking him. "It's been a while for me so we'll have to take it slow…"

"Yessss," he groaned. "I can go as slow as you like, baby." He shifted slightly until he was lying on his back. Grabbing my arms, he gently pulled me over to lie on top of him. I lowered my mouth onto his and kissed him as we writhed together. After several minutes, he pushed me backwards. "Why don't you try sitting up… Oh, yes… just like that."

I shifted until I was kneeling astride his body. With his strong hands, he guided me downwards to impale myself on his hard shaft. I held my breath and closed my eyes, unable to move for a minute. Feeling his hands on my sides, pushing me up, I realized what he was trying to do: he wanted me to move - *needed* me to move. I started slowly, gaining speed and momentum as I went along. His hands continued supporting me, guiding me. I put my hands on his chest for balance, teasing his nipples with my fingernails as we thrust together.

Opening my eyes, I looked down and smiled. His eyes were closed and the look on his face was angelic - and it was all because of me. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world, even though I wasn't the most competent lover. Leaning forward, I kissed Morales' mouth once more, then shifted sideways, taking him with me.

A minute later, we were settled again: I was on my back and he was on top, thrusting into me. Yes, he was huge, but I was accustomed to him now; every stroke took my breath as I continued staring at his angel's face.

How long we writhed together on the bed, I do not know. Several times, he slowed down for a little bit so he wouldn't lose control. When he could no longer hold off orgasm, he thrust hard once, twice, three times, then collapsed forward, burying his head in my neck. His breath came in spasms for several minutes before he raised himself up on his elbows.

I pulled his face forward, tasting myself in his kiss, wanting to remain in this position for the next five or ten years.

We finally *did* have to change positions, but I fell asleep in my lover's arms that night. We spent the rest of the night sleeping for a while, waking up and making love some more, then dozing again.

When I awoke the next morning, Morales was gone. His clothes, his boots, everything. There was nothing in my room to suggest that anyone else had been in here. I reached down with my hand, feeling the soreness between my legs… And I remembered…

When I got up, several hours later, I wasn't surprised to discover that all my money was gone, including what I'd won the night before with my 'lucky charm'. Also missing was my jewelry. In total, Morales had taken about $26,000 worth of cash and merchandise. I reported the theft to hotel security, although I didn't mention that I knew who the thief was. I was reimbursed for the total amount, but it would have been okay if I hadn't been. One night with Morales Velasquez Hernandez Rivera Pitman would have been a bargain at double the price.