Las Vegas Lust

The Mirage....

Rhiannon enjoyed as he paraded her across her place of employment. She had always secretly yearned to be a showpiece on the arm of an important man.

Being a Vegas native, she had briefly visited all of the hotels and even dabbled a bit at the Vegas lifestyle. However, she had never been treated like she was on holiday here, after all it is her hometown.

In the cab, she moved close to Roger, but not too close to seem a whore. She wanted to clear the air about something, but she wasn't really sure what to say.

"Roger...I just want to say that this really isn't my thing. I never date hotel guests. You are an exception to the rule."

She hoped that that would dissuade any ideas he had about her being Vegas trash that slept with everything that walked through the door with a sports coat and a fistful of $20s.

She was quiet for a bit then, enjoying the view on the short cab ride. When they arrived and the doorman opened the taxi door for her she stepped out and gasped. It was not like she had never been here, it was that she had never been here like this.

"Thank you so much for sharing your discovery of our city with me Roger. I don't know how I ever will repay you."

She smiled widely as she took his arm and began to stride inside exactly as she had always imagined.
 
As we rode in the taxi, she spoke to me, almost apologetically,

"Roger...I just want to say that this really isn't my thing. I never date hotel guests. You are an exception to the rule."

I smiled at her, and taking hold of her hand, gave it a little squueeze, not for one minute had I thought that this was anything other than mutual attraction.

As the taxi arrived at the Mirage, Rhiannon again spoke to me,
"Thank you so much for sharing your discovery of our city with me Roger. I don't know how I ever will repay you."

As she took my arm, and we entered the fabulous Mirage, I whispered in her ear softly.

" We are here because we want to be, not because of any restrictions, or with any ulterior motives. This is Las Vegas, so come darling Rhiannon, let us go have fun in this City of Sin"

As we entered the lobby, Rhiannon guided me to the right, showing me the fish tank behind the desk. I just stood there in awe, it was amazing. Thousands of gallons of water must have been in that tank, and so many fish, it was unbelievable.
We must have been there for 5 minutes, just staring at the fish, along with many others i might ad.

Then I had an idea.

"How about, before dinner, we go into the casino and play, it will make such a change for you from working, and we can have a little game, a wager.
We get two video poker machines, side by side, and I put $50 in each, the one with the most money left after 30 minutes is the winner. And the loser has to pay a forfeit for the winner. The forfeit can be anything at all. Are you up for that Rhiannon."


The smile that lit up her face, and the way she pointed us towards the casino answered my question, as she took my hand, leading the way.
 
Video Poker, eh? She secretly desired to play another kid of poke her, but that was not for now. He had told her to enjoy Sin City and that was exactly what she planned to do.

She grabbed Roger's arm and lead him to the Casino floor. It was not long before she found a bay of Video Poker machines and despite the crowd it was easy to find two seats together. She sat on the left with he on her right. She giggled as her fed the machine some money and then did the same to his own.

"You are so going to lose. I work here, I know all the secrets. I know when to hold em, when to fold em..." she trailed off for a moment, getting a far away look on her face, "I think that's a song. Anyway...I'm gonna beat your socks off Roger, so watchout."

In truth the only kind of poker she was good at was Texas Hold'em with real people at the table. This video stuff takes all the pouty, whiney, bluff faces out of it. And that's two thirds of the fun. But hey, here she was having a blast.

For her first round she recieved a terrific hand, 5, 8, Q, 4, 5; all red - 2 hearts, 3 diamonds. She kept the pair, but knew she needed a miracle to win. It paid off, the 5 of clubs came up and she was ahead by five dollars.

It went on like this for a while, no really big hands, no "Oh if I just had this card I'd win the progressive jackpot" hands. She was just mediocre for the first ten minutes at least.

She tapped Roger on the shoulder lightly and spoke softly to him in a voice that would melt the hardest of hearts.

"Roger dear, I don't seem to be doing terribly well. Do you suppose I could have a kiss for good luck?"

She smiled that heartbreaker smile and turned her right cheek to him waiting for her kiss.
 
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I felt her tap my shoulder, and whisper huskily to me

"Roger dear, I don't seem to be doing terribly well. Do you suppose I could have a kiss for good luck?"
and she offered me her cheek, I smiled at her.

"Well my dear, Lady Luck requires more than a simple peck on the cheek you know."

With that I placed my fingertip under her chin, turning her face toward me, and brushed her lips softly with mine, the tip of my tongue sliding slowly across her bottom lip.
God but I wanted to take her in my arms, and kiss her deeply, but this was not the place.
Breaking away I whispered to her.

"There Rhiannon, now you will have all the luck you need, trust me my dear, you surely will."
 
She teased him with her rosy cheek. Little did either of them know, later that evening she would be doing the same with a different perky rosy cheek of hers.

He brushed off her cool tease easily, turning her head with just the tip of his finger under her chin. Rhiannon melted under his demanding yet gentle touch.

He kissed her lips and she could taste the his deep manliness, his tongue dragged lightly across her bottom lip and it made her whole body quiver, not to mention what it did to her pussy. She was grateful for her thong, otherwise her slick womanhood would be sticking to the seat as she played.

Another couple of hands went by in silence, nothing spectacular, a full house, then a couple busts, and so on.

Rhiannon almost jumped out of her seat when on the deal she drew the K, O, J, and 10 of hearts. If the ace of hearts came up, she would win the progressive jackpot and there was surely no way Roger could beat that.

She wiggled in excitement in her seat, her delectible bosom swaying with the movement. She crossed and uncrossed her fingers as she told the machine which cards to hold and she pressed the "DRAW" button.

"YYYYYEEEESSSSS!!!!!"

Rhiannon was jumping out of her seat, the Ace of Hearts had come up! She was a winner!!

"Oh you so owe me now."
Was all she could manage out in her best super-snob fake attitude as the sirens and bells and the flashing lights went off.
 
There I was, sitting at my machine, playing away merrily, and, I must admit, ogling Rhiannon`s delicious legs, wishing that my head was between them.
I was doing quite well, having increased my stake to over $80, and confident that she would be paying me a forfeit. Not only that, but a forfeit that would end up with her naked in my bed.

Then IT happened, she let out one almighty screech.

"YYYYYEEEESSSSS!!!!!"

I turned to look, she had jumped out of her seat, and was looking at me saying

"Oh you so owe me now."

The noise was tremendous, sirens and bells going off, lights were flashing all over the machine, I looked at her screen, and was speechless for a second or two. She had a Royal, in hearts, and had won the jackpot, I looked at the amount $4,523, then I looked at Rhiannon, all I could say was

"HOLY FUCK Rhiannon!"

As she grabbed me around the neck, hugging and kissing me, and shouting

"I WON ROGER, I WON, OH MY FUCKING GOD DID I WIN."
 
A young manin a uniform came over to Rhiannon's machine and inserted a key, quieting the sirens and stopping the lights. He congratulated her on her win and told her that she would have to follow him to the Change Counter to redeem her prize, as the machine did not dispense winnings over $1000.

Rhiannon quickly assured the man that it was not she who had won, but Roger. It took a moment of convincing and some serious looks, but eventually Roger attested and followed the necessary steps to retrieve their winnings.

As they were leaving the floor of the Casino, she clung to his arms, giddy like a school girl. She was practically skipping, her tits bouncing up and down making his mouth drip thinking of how ripe they would taste.

"I don't file taxes and they would definately look for my return with that kind of winning recorded on my social. Thanks."

She did something sudden then, while they were walking, she flung herself from next to him to in front of him, using her body to stop him from walking further and grabbed his head with both her hands. She pulled him close and kissed him deep, her tongue dancing in his mouth. She pressed her body hungrily against his. Her leg pressed provakatively between his as the kiss lingered.

As quick as it had started, she pulled away, returning to her place at his side, skipping along to the swanky music playing in the lobby.

"Now, you have to think of something spectacular to for me since I won, but first I want a night on the town. I want to go to the best restuarant, see the best show, and finish with champagne and strawberries in the jacuzzi."

She smiled wickedly at him and winked, "So.....where do you wanna take me now?"
 
I heard Rhiannon say softly to me

"I don't file taxes and they would definately look for my return with that kind of winning recorded on my social. Thanks."
I nodded at her, showing her my understanding of the situation, and vowing to myself that before the evening was out, I would write her a check for the full amount that she had won.
That was when she once again stunned me. Stepping in front of me, and kissing me deeply. Her body moulding to mine, as if they were made for each other. The kiss was wonderful, tasting her sweet hot tongue in my mouth, I wanted more. Wanting my tongue, in all of her secret places. But of course this was not possible, not in the middle of the Mirage casino anyway.

All too soon she was gone, and walking at my side again.
I began ro wonder what my forfeit might be, as I recovered from her kiss.
Again she got in first

"Now, you have to think of something spectacular to for me since I won, but first I want a night on the town. I want to go to the best restuarant, see the best show, and finish with champagne and strawberries in the jacuzzi, So.....where do you wanna take me now?"

"Oh my Rhiannon, so that is my forfeit, how wonderful."


I thought for a few moments

"OK then, I know that this is your town, so tell me, how does this sound to you?
I hire a limo for the night
We have dinner at the Hilton
Watch the Folies Bergere at the Tropicana
go on to the Palms nightclub
then finish the night off in our own suite at the Paris, for Paris is the city of love?"


I had no idea at all how to arrange this, especially the show tickets and the suite at the Paris, but what the hell, I would try.
Not only that, I wanted the limo driver to take the long route to the Hilton, if she accepted. Needing her alone with me for at least half an hour, in complete privacy.
 
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His suggestion sent chills down her spine, she had never been in a limo before, let alone all that other stuff.

"Roger dear, whatever you desire for us to do is best. It is my city, but you, my dear, are in charge. Don't ask me, I want to do whatever," she let the word hang for a moment as they walked, "it is that you want to do."

With that, she took her arm from looped in his and wrapped it around his back, softly rubbing his lower back, her long accrylic nails scratching him ever so slightly each time.

He could feel her hand wrapping farther and farther around his body until it was over his far pant pocket. For a moment he thought he was imagining it, walking through the lobby of this fantastic Casino with Rhiannon's hand in so dangerous proximity to his throbbing cock.

She moved her hand back and forth just slightly, the soft material of his expensive slacks rubbing softly against his leg. It had the desired effect.

Rhiannon blew lightly in his ear as she moved her hand, letting him think of the softness of her breath and the comparison of that to the soft material moving ever so slightly across his rock hard member.

They finally reached the entryway, with the aquarium again. She stood mesmerized by the beautiful fish while Roger made arrangements with someone.

When he finished his business and began to look for her, it was easy. She stood out like a sore thumb, it was like everything around her was moving too fast. She stood with her feet apart, one leg cocked to the side, booted toe pointed out. Her skirt rode fantastically high, and from this angle, the light shone right through it giving a striking view of her legs all the way up to the sweet valley between them. Her hands were on her hips, and as if she knew he was watching her, she tossed her long raven hair idly, making it shimmer and ripple as it cascaded down her back. God he wanted her.
 
"Roger dear, whatever you desire for us to do is best. It is my city, but you, my dear, are in charge. Don't ask me, I want to do whatever.........it is that you want to do."

She said as we left the casino, slipping her arm around me, and deliberately causing my pants to rub my hard cock. I wondered if she realised what she was letting herself in for by saying, "whatever I wanted to do," it gave me so many options, and by God I would take them too.

Leaving Rhiannon enthralled with the aquarium, I saw that one of the desk clerks was not busy, and aproached him.

"Good evening SIr, and welcome to the Mirage resort"

"Good evening young man, I wonder of you can help me?"


I said, laying a crisp pinkish coloured brand new $50 on the desk. I explained my requirements, as I then placed my Gold credit card on the bill.
He listened politely, nodding occasionally, then smiled and replied.

Might I suggest Sir, that yourself and the young lady take a look at the volcano, which is due to start in around 5 minutes time, and then return here, when I shall have everything that you require ready for you?"

"Excellent young man, I wil be back in 20 minutes or so."



I turned to look for Rhiannon, and stopped dead in my tracks, she stood there, legs slightly parted, I could see the outline of her legs, right up to where her sweet pussy lay hidden, God this was getting more difficult by the minute, my cock about to burst probably.

I walked to her, kissing her on the cheek, and whispering to her.

"Come fair maid, let us go watch the first eruption that we shall witness tonight, while arrangements are being made for our entertainment."

Taking her hand, I led her outside, and across the small sevice road, to stand by the wall, and watch the show. There was not a lot of room, so she stood by the wall, with me directly behind her. My hands quickly finding her ass cheeks, caressing them, kneading, as she pushed herself back onto me. I felt her shuffle slightly, and I just knew that she had parted her legs for me.
 
It wasn't long before Roger returned to her, standing there staring absently at the fish. Her finger had been idly twirling a long strand of hair. He seemed to be in a bit of a rush, anxious for something. She couldn't imagine what. He whisked her off with his odd remark and she followed; excited as a school-girl.

They stood by a wall to watch the volcano and it really was close quarters. Rhiannon stood by the wall and Roger stood behind her. She couldn't help herself, she was a slave to lust, pressing her sweet ass back at him. She looked over her shoulder at him as his hands found her cheeks and she spread her legs just slightly.

She looked around, there were a few people around, but no one was looking at them, and her skirt was so short. She kissed him deeply and as she did, her hand snaked between her ass and his maddeningly hard cock and very, very slowly undid his zipper.
 
I stood there, feeling her ass, as her skirt rode even higher, I was glancing around, to see if we were being watched.
She kissed me deeply, sensually
I almost screamed in pleasure, when I felt her fingers brushing my cock, as she searched for my zipper, pulling it down, and freeing my throbbing shaft.

It was so damned hot, I wanted to bend her a little, and slide my cock into her,

God I wanted her so bad.

I could feel her hand, stroking me, squeezing me, the noise from the volcano pounding in my head. At least everyone was watching the volcano, and all preoccupied with the show,

so I thought to myself

"Fuck it Roger, go for it now"
 
There were people all around her, but Rhiannon didn't care. She needed something inside her now, she was so hot. Her short skirt was barely covering her ass, and she was freely rubbing Roger's cock in her hands.

She was thrilled to find he had a big cock, thick and long. She didn't really have the time to explore it much, with all the people around. She was barely able to keep from moaning loudly as she felt him reach his hand where hers was and reach for his cock.

He pulled it through the zipper of his slacks and placed the meaty head at her juicy, slick opening. There was no time for niceties now, he just took aim and fired away, ramming the whole length of his cock deep into her quivering twat.

Rhiannon bit her tongue as he impaled her. She clung to the wall for support hoping no one saw their quick escapade. Her feet were spread ever so slightly, she looked like she was about to be frisked as he could hear her nails against the wall.
 
Pulling her thong aside with a finger, I drove my cock deep into her, as deep as I could considering where we were.

I felt her shudder, as she tried to stifle a moan. Damn but I wanted to take her, to slam my cock in and out of this delicious pussy, as I felt her squeezing me with her cunt.

But I had to take it slow, so as not to arouse any suspicion around us. I had never been this excited before, was it the moment? Being in public? I didnt kmnow, all I did know was that I wanted her, wanted her pussy, to take control of it, to own it and make it mine.

That was when the crowd started to clap and cheer, the volcano eruption was over, yet here we were, two people, desperate for our own eruption.
#Pressing agianst her, I reluctantly withdrew, and somehow managed to return my cock to my pants, I whispered in her ear.
"Wait, let the cowd disperse a little." as I held her from behind in my arms, nuzzling her neck.

Once we were alone by the wall, I turned her around, and kissed her. Not the kiss of wild passion, more a lovers kiss, my tongue slowly stroking over hers, as we held each other, lost in a world of our own. Breaking from the kiss, she smiled at me, no words were necessary, and I took her by the hand, leading the way back to the desk in the Mirage.
Kurt, as he had said his name was, the desk clerk, smiled as we approached.

Hey there folks, it sure looks like you had fun out there now."

"Oh, you have no idea what fun that was Kurt, no idea at all."


I replied, as Rhiannon did her best not to start giggling.

"OK, SIr, your arrangements are made, and everything is in place for you."

"Excellent Kurt, excellent."

"Thank you Sir, your driver Charles has just entered the lobby. The vehicle is yours for the night, wherever you wish to go. Your dinner reservation at the Hilton, is an hour from now. When you get to the Tropicana, Sheri on the ticket desk has your tickets, she will also have the two passes for the Palms. Unfortunately, the Paris suites are all taken, but I got you one in here, at a reduced rate Sir.
Charles will call me as you are returning, and the champagne on ice, and fresh strawberries will be placed in your suite, ready for you. Will there be anything alse Sir?"


I never cease to be amazed at American efficiency, and told Kurt this, slipping him another 20. By then Charles was with us, and I explained that we wanted to go for a drive, for about half an hour, before arriving at the Hilton.

Rhiannon and I had unfinished business.
 
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As quickly as their tryst of desire had started, it was over. Rhiannon had been wrong, there were indeed too many people around. She sighed as he withdrew and held her until the other people all faded away. His kiss then took her breath away and she was quiet as they walked back to the hotel lobby.

She loved the way the desk clerk quivered to please Roger. She knew these people, they were just like her, and now they were scurrying around to make sure she was accomidated. There would be no city of love for them tonight, but they had a suite here at the Mirage, and that was fine by her. As long as we have our own jacuzzi, she thought.

It was easy to tell that Roger was a successful entrepenuer, he commanded others so well. His very air had a commanding nature to it. As the limo driver arrived, and Roger instructed him to take a drive around, Rhiannon knew it was time for her to finish what she started.

"Roger dear....we saw the lava shoot from the volcano, we shall have each other also, but I don't think that is enough eruptions for the evening. Do you think it is possible we could watch the shooting waters tonight at the Bellagio also?"

She asked with a sly wink when she mentioned each other as they climbed into the limo. Roger went around to ask the driver about it, and to tell him to put the screen up. While he was gone, she quickly stole her thong off and threw it in her purse.

When he returned to sit by her, she snuggled up next to him, with his arm around her just enjoying the ride. She had never been in a limo before after all. She wanted to please him, but she knew she had time. For now she just started with light kisses on his neck as she undid his tie just a little bit.
 
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I smiled inwardly at Rhiannon`s reference to eruptions, being sure that there would be many more before this night was through. She winked at me as she climbed into the limo, and I heard her reference to the Bellagio.

I spoke to the driver,
"Ok Charles, this is what we shall do, a half hour drive now, then deliver us to the Hilton, after dinner, we will go to the Venetian, and then on to the Bellagio, prior to ariving at the Flamingo. Is that understood Charles?"

"It certainly is Sir, and tell me SIr, shall I raise the screen in the vehicle. You can always call me on the intercom if you require anything?"

"I like the way you think Charles."
I said, as I moved away to get in the car, and he closed the door behind me.

Rhiannon and I snuggled up, and she started to kiss me, tender butterfly kisses, as she loosened my tie, and trailed her hand down my chest.

I smiled softly, realising where she was going. I lifted my arm from around her, and she slid off the seat, kneeling on the plush carpet, as her hand again found my zipper, she opened my slacks, and pulled down my boxers.
Looking into my eyes, she cradled my balls and hard cock in her hand.

"Oh Roger, I think something else might be ready to erupt as well"
She said, then giggled slightly, but, before I could respond, I felt her hot tongue, gliding over the head of my cock, and I sank back into the seat, watching her.
 
The floor of the limo was soft, she was sure they had even used the words "to prevent unsightly knee-sores" in the boardroom while developing it. Rhiannon chucked to herself.

She loved his cock. It was a good seven or eight inches long and thick too. She wrapped first one hand around it, all the way at the base. His slacks Her tiny hand barely held half his length. Then she wrapped her other hand around it, above her first, like one would hold a thick baseball bat.

With her two tiny hands covering the shaft and working up and down just a little bit, only the bulbous head was free from her fleshy prison now, it's winking eye begging her to come closer.

She lashed out at it first with her hot tongue, swirling the metal of her barbell at the tip of the opening to his soldier of love. It was cold, a startling transition from the heat of her tongue. Within seconds, she had abandoned licking for sucking, and had engulfed his entire cockhead into her sweet, plump red lips.

Rhiannon took her left hand, the top one, off his cock and began to stroke harder with her right while taking more of his rigid pole into her sweet hot mouth. With this hand, she brushed her long raven hair away from her face and over her shoulder into a small ponytail with a band from her wrist, one handed.

When her vision was cleared, she looked at him, never lifting her mouth from his member. He looked fantastic sitting there, his tie loosened, a couple buttons undone on his expensive dress shirt. He still had his sportcoat on, but his boxers and slacks were around his ankles, puddled around his handmade $300 shoes. She marveled at him as he received this exquisite pleasure from her - a Vegas cocktail waitress.

With this thought in her head, and still staring at him, with his head rolled back watching the lights go by through the moonroof, she removed her right hand from his prick. She then took her right hand in her left and placed them behind the small of her back. Picking the pace up to a near frenzy, she began to deepthroat him, ramming her head up and down on his cock. She would slam her face into his lap, taking him in to the root before pulling all the way out so her tongue would twirl the tip and then begin again.

It was heaven as she fucked his cock with her sweet angelic face, all he could do was lie there as this beauty took him to higher and higher levels of ecstasy.
 
I lay back, in total disbelief, watching as she tied her hair back one handed.
And when she placed her hands behind her back, i nearly exploded, this girl was awesome, I had NEVER had a blow job like this before.

I could not stand it, and reached out, holding the ponytail, and pumping her head

up and down

UP AND DOWN

faster

FASTER

I knew that Iwas going to cum, by legs shot out straight, my hips rose up. And I exploded, spurting so fucking hard into this delicious mouth that covered me.
She gagged a little at first, then swallowed everything that I could give her, sucking me dry. I was ecstatic.

Slowly she raised her head, licking the residue of my cum from the corners of her mouth and smiling sweetly.

"Now it is my turn2 I said to her, "sit on the seat Rhiannon."

She lay back, legs spread, and I smiled when I saw that her thong was no longer present. leaning close, I used the tip of my tongue, to run around the outside of her swollen labia, licking them delicately.

I pressed them together with my fingers, before pushing my tongue between them, tasting her juice at last.
She started to moan, and using my fingers I opened her, and lay my tongue against her clit, swirling around it, then licking, flicking, and finally, sucking on it.

I sucked harder, as my finger started to probe her pussy, gradually slipping inside of her. and working it in and out slowly.

She was shuddering beneath me now, I removed my finger, slipping it into her mouth,

and then BURIED my face in her pussy, licking, slurping, and sucking at her lovehole.

Just waiting, indeed wanting, her wine to flow, and flow, and flow
 
His come in her mouth had settled down her wantonness some. It felt so good to pleasure him like that. But when he told her to sit on the seat and recieve, she did not object.

His tongue drove her wild, playing with her clit while he fingered her sweet puss. She almost moaned out, but bit her tongue for fear of arousing the driver.

Roger must have sensed her need to express how great he was making her feel, and brought her a cunt-juice flavoured finger to suck on.

She bit his finger lightly as he buried his face into her sweet opening. She stared out the open moonroof into the hot Vegas night as she came all over his sweet face. Her whole body twisted up off the seat as she did, washing his face in love nectar.

God this was turning out to be one fantastic night.
 
I knew that Rhiannon was close to coming, by the way she was shifting, and moaning, ever louder. I slipped my finger out of her lovecacve, and slid it into her mouth, feeling her suck and nip it.
Burying my face in her pussy, I slurped, and licked, lashing her with my tongue, until she exploded. Splashing me with her delicious nectar, as she writhed on the seat.

I leaned back slightly, watching her wine as it dribbled free, then moving in to lick it. Delicately rolling my tongue over her silken skin.

I moved to sit by her, kissing deeply, feeling her sucking her juices from me.

It was fabulous, and the night had only just begun.

I suddenly had a flash, a vision, of us two, in a gondola, on a canal. I called the driver on the intercom.

"Forget the Hilton, take us to the Venetian now please, we will eat at Lutece."

I turned to Rhiannon, smiling as I said

"French kissing, followed by French food in the Lutece, it is on the Grand Canal shops in the Venetian, and then we can take a ride in a gondola, how does that sound ?"
 
Still recovering from her orgasm, Rhiannon snuggled into the supple leather seats of the limo. And into Roger's deep kisses tinged with the taste of her joy.

With a start he pressed the intercom button and said something to the driver. Rhiannon wasn't even sure what Roger had said, but the way he had said it sent a jolt of heat through her body, ending at her dripping pussy. Something about him, he had a commanding air about him, it just excited her.

Their plans were changed and he said something then to her about the rest of the evening. Despite her overwhelming familiarity with the town, she had never done any of these things. She was falling head over heels. First a limo ride, now a godola ride and a fine French resturaunt?

"Roger dear, you really do know how to whisk a girl off her feet." She smiled that smile he had come to love so much.

After that she was quiet for most of the limo ride. She touched up her make-up and took out her panties to put them back on, flashing Roger her beautiful hairless twat as she tried to get the tiny silk thong over her boots and uo her mile long legs.
 

"Roger dear, you really do know how to whisk a girl off her feet."

Words were not necessary as we cuddled on the long seat, both of us just soaking up the pleasure.

The driver called to say we would be there in five minutes, and Rhiannon adjusted her make up. Then she made me smile, as she took her tiny thong from her bag, flashing me her pussy at me, as she struggeld to wear it.
I stoppped her, reaching out to stroke her creamy twat, then licking it.

"One should always have an aperitif before dinner Rhiannon, always."

Giggling, she adjusted her clothes, and then the driver opened the door, letting us out. A gondolier, playing an accordian welcomed us to the Venetian, and we entered the hotel.

Then we stopped, looking at this fantastic place. t was awesome. Paintings on the walls and celiings, ornate staircase up to the the Grand Canal Shops.

We strolled slowly, hand in hand, both dumbstruck, and marvelling at the beauty here.

In the limo, I had been making plans for later, maybe a little bondage, but they evaporated into the Venetian sky. I had never seen anything so sumptuous in my life.
 
She took in the sights, stopping now and again to look at some of the beautiful things available for sale. She meanedered around the Dooney and Bourke shoppe, hoping Roger wouldn't notice the obvious differences between her these handcrafted works of leather and the obbvious knock-off she carried at her side.

In the Houdini shop she caught him pulling on a pair of handcuffs, as if testing their strength and gave him an odd look, but he just smiled and began to read the display.

Rhiannon was thrilled to see that it was 8:15 and they were able to catch the last daily performance by the Carnival Characters in the street. It was true Vegas magic as she felt as though she really were in Venice. She begged Roger to skip Madame Toussard's for this evening, claiming it to be a tad "too touristy" for her.

With a wink and a grin, she walked arm in arm with him, almost forgetting who she was as they arrived at the end of the Grand Canal, to Lutece. The resturaunt was perched beautifully on the edge of the canal.

"Roger," she kissed his cheek, "do you think you can arrange it so we can sit on the terrace, overlooking the canal?" She batted her lashes and pressed her pouty red lips together in an irrefusable look that almost made him take her right there.
 
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"Roger,do you think you can arrange it so we can sit on the terrace, overlooking the canal?"

Looking at her, I thought to myself "I would arrange for anything for you Rhiannon, anything at all."

I had a quiet word with the manager, money changed hands, and sure enough, we sat where she had asked. I chose the food, a typical French evening meal, served with a frisky little Chardonnay. We sat there, watching the Gondoliers on the canal, singing to their patrons. It was idyllic, I never wanted the moment to end.

We looked at each other, grinning, and both said "Yes" at the same time. Holding hands as we headed to buy tickets for a gondola ride.
 
It was obvious to her that money was no object to Roger as he paid the maire'D to find them a seat right on the terrace overlooking the canal. Throughout the sumptous meal, they watched the happy couples pass by with their singing gondoliers. As they drained a fine bottle of Chardonnay, they chatted idly and Rhiannon actually believed for a few moments that they really were in Venice.

After dinner, no dessert (have to save room for later), they decided together that they would take a ride along the canal. Hand in hand, they walked down and Roger paid the man fifty dollars for a private gondola ride on the outside canal.

It was beautiful as their gondolier sang softly in Italian while they held each other under the warm Vegas night. Rhiannon had asked if they could bring their second bottle of wine with them, and her request, with Roger's pressing, was granted.

So, wine glass in hand, moon shining down on her smooth legs as the water rocked the gondola lightly, she proposed a toast.

"To the most magical night of my life, and to you Roger, for providing it to me."

She held her glass up expectantly...
 
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