When Shannon arrived back at the hotel room, I was stunned to see her transformation. She had cut about 6" off of her hair, colored it a darker brown and highlighted it with dirty blonde streaks. The best way to describe her new hair was to call it a sassy shag, low cut in the back to longer in the front. She looked to be in her late twenties instead of 37. She also got a full body chemical tan which looked great. Even her makeup was different, making her lips seem fuller, her bright blue eyes brighter. In a word, she was fucking way hot. She carried a clothing bag over her shoulder and a bag in her hand.
"Well?" she asked, "What do ya think?"
"Stunning," was my only reply. She went on to tell me that she had a full body exfoliation as well as a great message. "How was your day?"
We had lunch and went back to the hotel room in order to ready ourselves for the night. I took a shower, shaved and put on my new suit. Shannon could not say enough positive things about how handsome I looked.
"I will not disappoint you tonight," she promised. "While I get ready, why don't you go down to the bar and wait for me. I'll be down in about an hour." It certainly sounded better than being all dressed up with no place to go.
"OK," I conceded, "The limo will be here at 7:30 to pick us up. We have reservations at 8:00 for dinner."
"I'll be down in an hour," she stated again. I grabbed the little carry on bag that I had packed the dildo, DVD and some vodka and cranberry juice in, and headed off for the bar in the lobby.
The lobby bar was nearly deserted as I took my seat and ordered a vodka and cranberry juice from the bartender. As i was served, an older lady, perhaps in her late forties, approached the bar and asked me if anyone was sitting in the stool next to me. Now, I found it odd that in a nearly empty bar, she would want to sit next to me but I motioned for her to have a seat anyway. She smelled really nice and I asked her what she perfume she was wearing.
"It's Donna Karan," she blushed, "I'm Donna as well."
We exchanged pleasantries and Donna ordered a champagne from the bartender. Now, I know what you all are thinking, but I was just being polite when I told the bartender to put it on my tab. I was also just being polite when I allowed her to have a seat next to me and when I complimented her on her perfume. Honestly, I had no alterior motives.
"What brings you to Vegas?" she asked.
"I'm here with my wife on our tenth wedding anniersary," I explained.
"Celebrating alone at a bar, are we?" she sardonically added.
"She's upstairs getting ready for our dinner plans," I explained.
"So, how long do I have to try and talk her husband into fucking me in the bathroom?" she asked as she took a sip of her champagne. I nearly did a spit take. She explained that she was just about to return to her room where her husband was held up not feeling well when she saw me enter the bar.
"He's got the flu or something," she explained, "Been some great vacation for me."
"I'm sorry to hear that," I replied, "But my wife should be down in about 45 minutes."
"Well, that's plenty of time," she said as she swiveled in the chair and sat perpendicular to me, leaning in close. "I promise that it will be worth your time." Now, I gotta tell you, temptation is new to me. I mean I just don't have random strangers coming up to me everyday offering sex. But this little cougar was tempting. Not only did she smell nice but she had a real sexy way about her.
She continued her sales pitch, "I'm am just so fucking horny." I now noticed the powerful aroma of alcohol on her breath and figured that she was way drunk. I looked down the bar to avert myself from the smell when I noticed another man watching us and sitting four bar stools from us.
"Hey, buddy," I said, "could you help a brother out here?"
"You seem to be doing fine on your own stud," he replied whimsically. "Looks like you don't need any help from me."
"You see," I began to explain, "The lady is in need of something that I can not supply. Perhaps you can take care of her for me."
The middle aged man in his fifties I figured, rose to his feet and in a distinct New York accent said, "I think I can give her what she needs."
Donna smiled and said, "What are you, my pimp now?"
"If you like," I said to Donna. Tuning my attention to the gentleman, I asked "What's your name friend?"
"Phil," he stated.
"Well, Phil, this here is Donna and she is looking for a little action in the bathroom. What do ya think?"
Donna rose up from her seat, stumbling ever so slightly and began to walk to the restrooms in the back of the bar. Phil and I looked at eachother and, when enough time had passed, I motioned for Phil to join her, which he did. I sat and finished my drink, paid my tab and decided that a little looksie wouldn't hurt. I walked to the bathrooms and slowly opened the women's door to listen for for Phil and Donna. Convinced that they were not in there, I went to the men's room. Everything was quiet in there as well, so I checked under the stall doors to see if I could see their feet. Sure enough, I saw Donna's shoes pointed towards the door and Phil's directly in between them. I went into the adjacent stall and stood on the toilet, looking down. Donna had Phil's cock firmly in hand and was slobbing him like she had not eatten in months. Phil noticed my presence and gave me a wink. When Phil was sufficiently hard and wet, he lifted Donna up off the commode, lifted her dress and slid her panties to her ankles. He started to slam her from behind forcefully. Donna grind her ass back on Phil's cock and seemed to be unable to get his member deep enough in her c*nt. Finally, Phil spun her around and forced her head to the floor and was slamming her visciously from behind. When he neared orgasm, he grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees. She immediately picked up where she let off, stroking and slobbering all over his cock. He spewed all over her face, getting a generous portion in her hair and on her tongue. Phil squeezed the last drop from his glans and stated, "That's all you get you filthy wh*r*."
Phil got dressed and walked out of the bathroom without a single word to me. Donna, cum soaked, sat down on the commode, looked up at me and, with her fingers frantically banging away at her hairy sn*tch, begged me to come fuck her. I got down from the commode that I was standing on and, as silently as Phil, walked to the door and exited the bar. I'd wait for Shannon in the lobby.
More later
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