“And I think you aren’t going to be able to walk by the time we get back on the plane.”
“You’ll have to explain that one to my parents,” she replied with a grin.
I just shrugged. “And you’ll have to explain to my mother why I died with a silly grin on my face.” It was still a few years before Nelson Rockefeller would actually die riding tall in the saddle, but that was a whole different story.
We were served lunch over Tennessee, and I ordered us another pair of mimosas. After lunch we napped until we were descending into McCarran. Marilyn slept through the movie, and I ignored it. I had seen it before and didn’t like it then, either.
Marilyn was nothing but slack jawed and awed when we landed. The first thing she saw when we got off the plane and into the concourse was a fellow betting at a slot machine. “Look at that! There’s slot machines in the airport!” she exclaimed.
Several of our fellow passengers laughed at her, and I just said, “Dorothy, you’re not in Kansas anymore!”
“I guess not!” She stared at the various sights. Despite the travel time, we had also jumped back a few time zones, and it was still the late morning local time, bright and sunny and a beautiful day. At the baggage claim were a number of chauffeurs holding up signs, and Marilyn noticed that one of the signs said, ‘Buckman.’ “Hey, there’s somebody looking for somebody with your name. Maybe you’ve got a relative visiting!”
I loved her, but she was very naïve at times. I led the way over. “I’m the Buckman, honey. He’s waiting for us.” I showed the driver some identification. He was only there to carry us over to the hotel. After that we were on our own. “It’s actually not that much more than a cab, babe, and a hell of a lot easier with the luggage.” We waited for the luggage to come off the carousel, happily discovered it was all there, and then the driver and I carried it out to his car. It was a limo, but nothing crazy, just a black Caddy with a big trunk.
Vegas is unique in that the airport is practically in the city. It’s only four miles to Caesars Palace, and it can’t be more than five or six miles to the downtown. You can walk it in well under two hours, but it was way too warm for that and we had all that luggage. Caesars was actually one of the first of the big casino resorts on the western end of The Strip, as Las Vegas Boulevard is known. All the old time casinos from the Fifties and Sixties were located downtown, and were now getting kind of seedy. That was where I had done my card counting that summer, on our cross country road trip. Caesars, on the other hand, was brand new, and glitzy.
It was worth it all just to watch Marilyn stare at everything as we drove in, her eyes wide and her mouth open. It was like taking a four year old on a trip to a candy store, or a Kegger on a trip to a brewery.
When the limo dropped us at Caesars, the driver handed our luggage to a bellman at the door. I tipped him and he gave me a card. “You want to go anywhere, just call our number. If I’m not available, somebody else will be. We can also do tours, you know, out to the desert or down to Hoover Dam, that sort of thing.”
I stuffed the card in my pocket. “Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.” I shook his hand and took Marilyn by the hand. We went inside, with the bellman following us with a cart of luggage. He followed us to the front desk, and then stood back while we checked in. I had to laugh when Marilyn noted that our path to the elevators went through the casino. “Everything they do here is designed to run you past a place to lose your dough,” I told her. “They’d put a slot machine next to your bed if they thought they could get away with it.”
Soon enough we were in our room, a small suite consisting of a bedroom and a sitting room. After tipping the bellman, I grabbed our bags and took them into the bedroom, only to find myself alone. Marilyn was standing at the picture window in the sitting room, staring out at the sights below us. I walked up behind her.
“I can’t believe we’re in Las Vegas!” she repeated to me. She kept looking out at the city below.
“Like I said earlier, when Sodom and Gomorrah went under, the refugees landed here. Do you have any particular sins you’d like to commit this week, or do you just want to go for the beginner’s introductory package?”
“I bet you’d like that!” she said with a giggle.
“Babe, I ran through the introductory kit when I was a baby! I’ve already graduated from the intermediate school, and am now taking advanced classes. Debauchery and Depravity 101.”
Marilyn laughed at that. “You are so full of shit!”
I moved closer to her, trapping her face forward against the window. “I think you are out of uniform, soldier!” I brought my hands around her from behind and started working on the buttons on her shirt.
“Oh, really! Just what did you have in mind?” Marilyn was practically purring as I unbuttoned her shirt from behind, and as my fingers slipped underneath the cotton to caress her skin. I kept moving my hands down, and then began to work on her pants. She whimpered when I slid my fingers down into her panties from behind. At that point, she pushed me back and twisted around so that we were facing each other. “You’re overdressed, too, mister.”
Marilyn started unbuttoning my shirt, although she had to stop briefly when I pushed her shirt off and reached around to flick open the clasp on her bra. Her tits looked slightly flushed, her nipples already stiffly erect. I flicked my fingers across them and Marilyn giggled and started working on my pants. As soon as my zipper was down, she pushed my slacks down off my hips. “Hey, you’re out of uniform, too!” she said when she saw my briefs.
“Oh my God! Where did they come from! Marilyn, you need to do something about this right away!” I cried out.
Marilyn laughed at that and pushed them down, too. Now we were both standing there, our pants down around our thighs, and it was just incredibly awkward. I grabbed her hand and together we shuffled over to the couch and sat down. As soon as we were seated, we stripped each other naked and lay down. I was on top of her a few seconds later and then she had her arms and legs wrapped around me as I power fucked her into the cushions.
“Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…” she repeated as I slammed my cock in and out of her. The only other sounds were my hoarse breathing and the wet SLAP… SLAP… SLAP as our bellies smacked together. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” she cried out, and I could feel her body convulsing underneath me. That was my signal to groan loudly and unload into her pussy.
We lay there on the couch for a couple of minutes, catching our breath and slowly untangling our limbs. Marilyn spoke first. “Is that what you had in mind for your first lesson?”
I snorted in laughter. “That was more in the way of morning recess. Trust me, when I start teaching the lesson, you’ll know it!” I sat up and looked down on her as she lazed there naked on the couch. While Marilyn would always be fair skinned, I could see she had been getting some color from a tanning booth. Certainly her bra strap marks were quite faint, although you could see tanlines around her hips. I suspected she had been tanning topless, but not naked. I could also see that she had kept up with the shaving.
I touched her mons with a finger, causing her to give a little squeal and a jump. “I see you’ve been keeping things nice and clean.” I slid a finger inside her scummy little slit and flicked it across her clit. That got me another happy little squeal, and Marilyn squirmed on the couch. I could feel myself getting hard again. “Have you been moisturizing yourself at night, too?”
“It’s not like when you do it,” she said in a low moan. “Mmmmm…”
“You need to do it every night!” I replied. I began to fingerfuck her come filled pussy, and as Marilyn moved around you could hear the squishiness. I continued to tease her until I figured I was stiff enough for an encore, and then crawled back into place. Our second screw wasn’t quite as animated as our first, but it lasted longer, and Marilyn came at least twice before I did.