A Night..... In Paris (part 1)

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The First Night

 

The app had been a gamble, but matching with David and Claire felt like hitting the jackpot. David, late 60s, had a rugged charm—silver beard, sharp eyes, and a sly grin that hinted at experience. Claire, in her 50s, was pure fire: shoulder-length blonde hair, diamond stud earrings glinting like her mischievous smile, and a bio that promised adventure. Our chats started playful, then turned bold—double entendres and teasing hints that left me eager to meet. We set it up: the bar at the Paris Hotel, Vegas buzzing around us.

The bar glowed under chandeliers, and there they were. David, in a crisp blazer, radiated quiet confidence. Claire, though—damn. Her short, black dress clung to every curve, showing off her full breasts and an ass that could stop traffic. She caught my stare and smirked, patting the barstool beside her. “Saved you a spot,” she purred, her voice like velvet.

We grabbed a quick bite at a nearby bistro, burgers and fries, but the real feast was the conversation. Claire’s leg brushed mine under the table, deliberate and lingering, sending a jolt through me. David watched, amused, leaning in to whisper something in her ear that made her laugh—a low, sultry sound that hit me like a shot of whiskey. “You’re trouble,” she teased, her fingers grazing my wrist. I grinned. “You have no idea.”

Back at the bar, cocktails loosened us up, and the flirting went from subtle to shameless. Claire leaned close, her perfume a mix of jasmine and heat, her cleavage drawing my eyes as she sipped her martini. “You’re staring,” she said, her lips curling. “Can’t help it,” I shot back. David chuckled, his hand resting on her thigh. “She’s got that effect,” he said, his tone suggesting he was enjoying the show as much as I was.

After a second round, David’s voice cut through the haze of tension. “Fancy a nightcap upstairs?” His eyes twinkled with intent. Claire’s gaze locked on mine, daring me to say yes. My pulse raced as I nodded, and we headed to their suite.

The room was sleek, with a view of the Strip’s neon glow. David poured bourbon, but the real heat was Claire. She excused herself, and when she returned, my jaw dropped. She wore a black lace bra and a thong that left little to the imagination, her curves on full display. “You bragged about your massage skills,” she said, her voice husky. “Show me.”

I stood, my hands finding her shoulders, kneading the tension away. Her skin was warm, soft, and her sighs were low and needy as my fingers traced down her back, lingering at the curve of her hips. She leaned into me, her breath hitching as I worked lower, my thumbs brushing the edges of her thong. David sipped his drink, watching with a grin. “She’s all yours,” he said, his voice thick with approval.

Claire turned, her eyes dark with want, and pulled me into a kiss—slow, then hungry, her lips soft but demanding. My hands roamed her body, grazing the lace of her bra, feeling her shiver under my touch. We moved to the bed, her body arching 

Claire, still catching her breath, slid to the edge of the bed, her eyes locked on mine. She reached for me, her hands bold, pulling me close. Her lips found me, teasing at first, then deeper, her touch sending fire through my veins. I gripped her hair gently, guiding her, the intensity building until I was lost in the rhythm of her. “Get on your knees,” I murmured, and she obeyed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. I moved behind her, my hands on her hips, her body arching to meet me. The connection was raw, urgent, her gasps filling the room as we moved together, time blurring into heat and need.

When i was at the point of exploding, she turned, her lips finding me again, taking me over the edge. I pulled back, breathless, as she licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. She stood, swaying to the bathroom to freshen up, returning in just her panties, her breasts bare and her confidence magnetic. She leaned in, her hands on my thighs,  she whispered, “I’m addicted to that. We’re doing this again.” Her voice was a promise, low and wicked.

David raised his glass from the armchair. “Looks like you’ve got a fan,” he said, his grin wide. Claire’s fingers lingered on my leg, her gaze saying this was just the start.

 

Edited Monday at 04:05 AM by mjaallnight23
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A night…. Continues

 

Ownership

 

As I lingered at the door of their suite, the Vegas night air seeping in from the hallway, Claire pressed against me one last time. The door was cracked open, anyone could have walked by, but she didn't care. Her hand slipped down, grabbing my dick through my pants, squeezing firmly as she pulled me into a deep, lingering kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, tasting of bourbon and desire. As I finally turned to go, she smirked, slipping her damp thong into my back pocket. "In case you lose me," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, "just follow the scent."

A week later, the memory of that night still burned in my mind as I teed off with David on a sun-drenched course in Summerlin. He was a solid golfer, late 60s but swinging like a man half his age, and our conversation flowed easy between holes—sports, investments, the usual. But as we wrapped up the 18th, he clapped me on the back with a knowing grin. "You really lit a fire in our girl," he said, wiping sweat from his brow. "She's been insatiable since. You gonna be able to control that fire when she gets too hot?" I chuckled, but his eyes were serious, almost challenging. "We'll see," I replied, my pulse quickening at the thought.

After the round, we headed back to their place—a sprawling mansion on the north side of Vegas, all glass walls and desert views, the kind of house that screamed old *** and new thrills. David parked the SUV in the massive garage, and we stepped out to the sound of water splashing. Claire was already in the infinity pool, lounging on a float in a skimpy red bikini that barely contained her curves. Her blonde hair was wet and slicked back, diamond studs catching the sunlight. She spotted us and waved, her tits bouncing slightly as she paddled over. "Damn, am I glad to see you," she called out, her voice dripping with that familiar huskiness. "You guys grab a couple drinks—and one for me—then come on in. The water's perfect."

David mixed up some margaritas while I stripped down to my trunks, and soon we were all in the pool, the cool water a relief from the heat. Claire wasted no time teasing, brushing against me as she "accidentally" bumped into my side, her ass grinding subtly against my crotch under the surface. David lounged on the steps, sipping his drink and watching with that amused glint. "She's been talking about you non-stop," he said, but Claire shot him 8a playful glare before turning her attention fully to me. Her hands roamed under the water, fingers tracing my chest, then lower, grazing my hardening cock. I pulled her close, kissing her neck, tasting the salt of her skin mixed with chlorine. She moaned softly, her bikini top slipping just enough to give me a ***k at her hard nipples.

The flirting escalated fast—her legs wrapped around my waist as we bobbed in the deep end, my hands cupping her ass, squeezing those firm cheeks. David chuckled from the sidelines, but he didn't intervene; if anything, he encouraged it with a nod. Finally, Claire pulled back, her eyes dark with lust. "How about we go take a shower?" she murmured, grabbing my hand and pressing it between her legs, right against her pussy through the thin bikini bottom. I could feel the heat radiating from her, her lips swollen and slick even through the fabric. "Then you can take care of this."

She led me inside, David trailing behind with a grin, but he hung back in the living room as we headed to the master bath—a marble palace with a rainfall shower big enough for a party. Claire stripped off her bikini in seconds, her tits bouncing free, nipples pink and erect. She turned on the water, steam filling the air, and pulled me under the spray. "Your turn," she said, soaping up her hands and rubbing them all over my body—starting at my chest, lathering my pecs, then down my abs, her nails scraping lightly. She moved behind me, her breasts pressing against my back, slippery and warm, as her soapy hand reached around and wrapped around my dick. She stroked slowly at first, her grip firm, thumb circling the head, making me throb in her palm. "Fuck, I've missed this," she whispered, pumping faster, her other hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently while the water cascaded over us.

I groaned, leaning back into her, but she wasn't done. Dropping to her knees on the tile, she looked up at me with those wicked eyes, water streaming down her face. She took my cock in her mouth without hesitation, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the tip as she bobbed her head. I grabbed her wet hair, guiding her deeper, feeling the back of her throat as she gagged slightly but pushed on, hollowing her cheeks for suction. She worked me relentlessly—slurping, licking the underside, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't take. Spit and water mixed, dripping down her chin onto her tits, and she moaned around my shaft, the vibrations sending shocks through me. "God, you taste so good," she gasped between breaths, before diving back in, deepthroating me until her nose pressed against my pelvis.

Breathless and rock-hard, I pulled her up, but she dragged me out of the shower, both of us dripping wet, towels forgotten. The bedroom was right there, the king-sized bed laid out like an invitation—handcuffs dangling from the headboard, a bottle of lube on the nightstand. Claire pushed me onto the mattress, climbing on top, her pussy hovering just above my cock. "You ready to own me?" she purred, snapping one cuff around her wrist and offering the other to me. I locked her in, her arms stretched above her head, tits heaving with each breath.

I positioned myself between her legs, rubbing the head of my dick against her slick folds, teasing her clit until she bucked her hips. As I slid in—slow at first, inch by inch, feeling her tight walls clench around me—she arched her back and gasped. "Fuck me like you own me," she demanded, her voice raw and needy. And that's exactly what I did, thrusting deep and hard, the night had just begun, and already it was burning hotter than the last vegas sun.