We're driving quickly, up through the trees and mountains and towards the desert. My car is humming smoothly underneath us and our friends are "resting" in the back seat; the occasional pucker tells otherwise. You put your hand on my thigh and run your fingers right to the middle of my legs. I grab your hand and you press your fingers harder through my jeans, nailing my clit. I squirm and look in the rearview mirror, but before I have an opportunity to keep my eyes on the road, you've unbuttoned my pants and have your fingers rubbing fiercely on my throbbing clitoris. Grasping the steering wheel with both hands I let out a big sigh and a faint moan. Smiling, I lick my lips, run my hand over your hard penis and squeeze the tip between my fingers.
The road is smoother in Nevada and I start to think of the opportunities that tonight might hold. Sin seems to be the name of this game and I'm sure a little more then drinking and gambling will occur. We come around a long smooth curve in the road and behold... it's OZ. A huge green building is surrounded by other havens of sex and sin. We pull off the interstate and into a parking garage. Our hotel is huge and has lights flying up and down, like a freaky disco snake. Walking up to the front desk you say to me, "Anything you want". I just about cream my pants at hearing those words and I press you up against a wall, my lips firmly on yours. You rub my ass and give it a loud smack. But I know, in my mind, that nothing is for free.
The four of us get a room with two queen size beds. Amy is sure that we would want separate rooms, but just as quickly, you and Jake made it very clear that one room will suffice. We are handed four plastic cards, which open the gates to the adult wonderland that is Reno, "The Biggest Little City In the World".
