This is an adult sex story.
All the characters are of the age of consent or far over it!
Any children named or mentioned are not involved in anything sexual.
This is story number sixty three (63).
I suggest you read story 62 first so you know the background.
Enjoy and thanks for the views and votes.
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Out by the adult pool, at the Las Vegas hotel I was staying at, it quickly became an afternoon to remember.
My air conditioned cabana was at the back end of the enclosed pool area, fairly secluded, and the canvas sides could be open or closed on all sides as needed.
In other words, the cabana could be quite private when the need arose.
I saw her coming as she entered the pool area: she was tall, maybe 5'10" tall, with long blonde, flowing hair, curled. She was slender, lithe if you will.
Even from a distance it was clear she was a stunner.
She had a nice golden tan.
I found out a little bit later it was an all over tan.
Her big beautiful blue eyes were hidden behind large sunglasses.
She was wearing a white sleeveless sundress.
The shoulder straps were spaghetti thin; the front of the dress had a deep v neck that was open almost to the bottom of her breasts.
As for her breasts; she had them strapped in well so they weren't moving much but they were big.
And she was certainly showing them off to me (and everyone else that was looking).
Certainly far more than a handful; and I have big hands.
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She greeted me with a huge smile, a firm handshake and then, leaning in so much that those tits brushed my chest, moved in close to me and she kissed me on the cheek.
I wasn't expecting that move, but my hands quickly got around her and we hugged for more than a few seconds, Stacy whispering into my ear "I needed that!"
"How was your flight?" I asked her and she replied "It was fine but I am really happy to finally meet you in person!"
As she sat down to my right, she bent over and I could see all the way down the front of her dress to the front of her lacy white panties.
There were no tan lines - at all (!) - and looking at her left hand I saw that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring and had no marks to indicate she'd had one on recently.
As she got settled in, I opened one of the two bottles of French champagne that were on ice and I asked her if she wanted some.
Looking up at me, she smiled at me and said "Why not, I'm on the pill!"
That took me by surprise and we both laughed; Stacy reached out to touch my arm, which was a very good start for what turned into one of the more fun afternoons I've ever had.
Some college professors are sticks in the mud, boring and it takes a pair of pliers to get anything out of them.
That wasn't Stacy.
It was if she hadn't spoken to anyone in weeks and she started talking, almost non-stop.
She was fun, and funny, loved to laugh, told me jokes at her own expense and was a charming, and gorgeous lunch guest.
My eyes devoured her. And she knew it.
Stacy never mentioned a husband, current or past, or a boyfriend and I had two thoughts run through my mind at the same time: How come she isn't taken and why isn't she taken?
Was there a ten pin under her dress? Any sign of an Adam's apple?
Assuring myself she was all woman I let my brain run loose with all the fantasies a man could have while I was falling quickly in lust.
My balls, recently drained several times at the yoga studio, started to fill up again at the prospect of making an initial deposit into this beautiful creature and my sleeping penis was quickly growing beyond engorged, ready to go where nature intended it to.
Thank God for the table to hide my rock hard cock.
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There was an attraction, both of us knew it.
Stacy was constantly touching my forearm, rubbing my upper arm.
When she wasn't touching me she was pushing her hair flowing back, with both hands, which caused her already prominent breasts to jut out.
I tried really hard to keep my eyes on hers, but to be truthful she was so fucking gorgeous that my eyes were roving all over her.
Her hair was long, flowing, curled and sexy as hell. I just knew it would be heaven to bury my nose into those golden locks.
Her eyebrows were to die for ... lush but trimmed ... they were the same color as her hair which led me to believe that the drapes matched the carpet, assuming there was any carpet.
Her face was nothing short of beautiful; if she wore makeup I couldn't see it.
There was an exception: her lips. She had some sort of light pink balm which only emphasized the sexiness of her mouth.
Oh and that mouth, Oh My God!
That tongue of hers darted out from time to time and I imagined it wrapped around my cock and those perfect pearly whites showed every time she smiled.
My cock got hard as granite just thinking about her oral assets being put to excellent use on my member.