Vegas Birthday Weekend Ch. 01 – Exhibitionist & Voyeur – Free Sex Story

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This is my first attempt at a multi-part story. As my name indicates, all of my stories have a basis in truth and the events have actually happened in my life. For this one, each chapter will fall under a different category as that’s how the actual weekend in Vegas played out.

That being said, I do want my stories to be entertaining, so I add a little “twist” or “spice” to the reality. I always appreciate feedback and comments at the end. Bonus if you can guess what’s “truth” and what’s the “twist”.

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For the week leading up to my 30th birthday, I was working at a conference for a client in Las Vegas. Looking at the calendar, my fiancé, Sherri took a couple of personal days from her job and decided to fly out to meet me there. The plan was for her to fly out on Thursday spend the weekend in Vegas, celebrate my birthday on Sunday and we would both fly back on Monday together. We booked dinners and bought tickets to shows and everything was set to celebrate when she arrived.

Thanks to the time zone shift, Sherri got into Vegas mid-afternoon while I was still working. She let me know that she got up early for her flight but still wanted to have dinner together, so she was going to nap for a few hours. I said that I would call her when we were wrapping up and we could just grab something at the hotel when I got back.

With that plan in place, I finished up my conference and called her a little after six to let her know I was on my way. I took a few of the skywalks from the conference center back to our hotel, and as I passed through the lobby of the hotel I stopped at the Concierge desk to get us into the more casual “celebrity chef” restaurant that was on the property. She was able to get us a booth in the lounge for an hour later. After a generous tip, I began to walk toward the elevator bank when a woman over and started talking to me.

“Hey? Do you have a minute?” her voice called out.

Now, I’m not a bad looking guy, and at 30, I was probably in the best shape of my life thanks to an aggressive exercise and weight regimen at the time. All that being said, the chance of a gorgeous black woman, significantly younger than me, with tits popping out of her tight dress and legs up to my chest… randomly approaching me in a hotel lobby at 6:30 at night? Yeah, I had a better chance at hitting the Mega-Jackpot on the penny slots.

I looked her up and down with genuine appreciation. “Thanks” I replied. “But I’m here with someone.”

“Oh, ok.” And with that, she pivoted on her stiletto heel and turned to find her next mark.

When I got up to the room, I used my keycard and opened the door as quietly as I could. I was fortunate that I had upgraded to a suite, so you would enter the room into a large sitting area with a set of glass French doors that separated it from the bedroom. There was a small fridge and wet bar on one side, a couch and two chairs in the middle and a desk in the corner. The bathroom had a multi-head Shower that easily fit two people (or more) and a sizeable jacuzzi tub. Both the living room and bedroom had giant floor to ceiling windows that faced the Vegas strip and other nearby hotels.

As I opened the door, I saw that all the lights were on, and Sherri was sitting on the sofa already awake, refreshed, and reading a book. Sherri was built like a model at 5’8″ with long legs and a slight build. She had smaller b-cup breasts and a tight, athletic Ass. Her long blond hair flowed down to the middle of her back and was hanging loose. She was wearing a pair of tight skinny jeans and black boots with a tall heel on them, the combination of which boosted her amazing Ass up and made her almost the same height as me. She hopped off the couch, came over, wrapped her arms around me, and locked her lips onto mine. I moved my hands down to her Ass and cupped her firm cheeks as we worked our tongues into each other’s mouth.

As we broke the kiss, I told Sherri about the dinner reservation and that I wanted to get out of the suit I was wearing and into something more comfortable. About 20 minutes later we were in the elevator heading down to walk around a bit before our reservation time. As we walked through the lobby, with our arms around each other’s waist, I saw the woman who had approached me earlier.

“See that black woman over there?” I asked.

“The one with the slutty dress? Yes.” Sherri replied.

“She hit on me before.”

“Oh, did she?”

“Yup. Wanted to come up to the room with me.”

“You expect me to believe this, huh?”

“Well” I chuckled. “You know she’s a hooker, right?” Sherri whipped her head back around to get a better look.

“Seriously? She’s a hooker? They’re allowed in the lobby like that?”

“Technically, no. But with all the men in town for conferences and meetings, I think the hotels kind of turn a blind eye to their ‘activities’ as long as they stay somewhat discreet.”

“So guys just hire a hooker and they come up to the room with you? That seems really gross and unsafe.” Sherri still seemed to be in a bit of disbelief.

“Again, for her or others to be in the lobby or on the casino floor, they probably have a deal with someone in the hotel. So, if there is a ‘safe’ way to hire one of them, this is probably the best bet besides calling a service.”

With that, we stopped talking about hookers and wandered the casino floor. While we worked our way to the restaurant, we dropped a few bills in some slots and came up empty. The restaurant was a steak house by an English Chef who hates raw scallops and loves to yell at his staff and students. Sherri and I got a tall booth for two in the corner of the lounge where we ate and shared cocktails and a bottle of wine. We went over all the various reservations and tickets we had for the weekend, and I told her that I hoped be done as early as possible on Friday so we could spend more time together.

“Don’t worry about it. I have a few more things I want to pick up tomorrow for your birthday! And then I’ll probably either take a nap or go sit by the pool until you are done.”

As dinner wrapped up, Sherri went into her purse and pulled out a large manila mailing envelope.

“Here. This is for your birthday weekend.” She said as she handed the envelope to me. On the front was a sticker that read, “What Happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” and I could feel that there were more things inside.

“Shouldn’t you give this to me on Sunday? My actual birthday?”

“No. Trust me. It’ll make more sense if I give it to you now.”

I tore open the envelope to find six more envelopes inside. They looked like Hallmark card envelopes, but each had a different note on the front. “Open first”, “Open Thursday night”, “Open Friday night”, “Open Saturday night”, “Open Sunday night” and finally, “Open Monday”. I flipped through all the cards and went back to the first one.

“So, do I open this one now?” I asked, lookin at the ‘Open first’ envelope.

Sherry was sipping on the last of her wine and replied, “Yeah. That’s what it says right?”

I opened the envelope to find, as I expected, a silly Birthday card with an “over the hill” joke. There was a folded piece of paper inside as well. I unfolded it and read the note that was in Sherri’s handwriting.

Babe,

Happy 30th! I know this is a big one and you haven’t been looking forward to it, so I wanted to make it special. Since we are away and couldn’t throw a big party, I decided to do something different this weekend. Each night, I want you to open another card and then get a special gift from me. No peeking ahead or you lose that gift!

For your 30th, I thought you deserved every gift you could ever want. But remember, What Happens Here…Stays Here!

Love,

Sherri

I put the note down to see that Sherri was now staring at me with smoky eyes and a little grin.

“Do I get any hints?” I asked.

“Nope. But maybe you should pay the bill and we can go upstairs where you can open the next envelope.”

Not needing any further encouragement, I flagged down the waiter, signed the bill to the room, gathered the cards back into the large envelope and started to head back upstairs. As we passed through the lobby, I noticed the hooker was no longer lingering and I silently wondered if she had found someone to take her up on her offer.

We got up to the room and I turned on all the lights. Now that it was dark outside, you could clearly see all the lights from the Strip like a huge city-wide electrical show. Our hotel had three different towers that were set up like spokes around the central elevator. So, our room faced the rooms of the second tower and you could also see the lights that were on in other rooms across the way. Some were shadowy silhouettes that were barely visible through sheer shades while others had the curtains open and you could see right into their rooms.

I noticed that Sherri had stopped and was looking around the room when she said, “That view is so awesome. Let’s turn those chairs around and move them so we can sit, have a drink and look out over the strip.”

Once we did that, Sherri had another instruction, “Ok. Now, I’m going to pour us a couple of drinks. Why don’t you go and get comfortable and meet me back out here.” Following directions, I went into the bathroom and freshened up a bit. My clothes smelled like smoke from cutting through the casino, so I stripped down to my boxers and grabbed one of the terry robes hanging on the back of the door. When I emerged into the bedroom, Sherri handed me the first card as she passed me on her way to the bathroom.

“Here. Why don’t you go sit over there and open this. See if you can guess your gift while I get changed.”

After Sherri went into the bathroom, I saw that there were two cocktails sitting by the chairs we had turned. I ripped open the card to see Spider-Man wishing me “Happy Birthday to a growing boy!” On the inside Sherri had written, “Tonight, we’ll let everyone know it’s your birthday!” I closed the card and wondered what that meant. I turned off the lights in the living area, with the lights from the city giving the room a nice glow. I was settled in the chair, sipping on vodka when I heard Sherri emerge from the bathroom.

I turned to see that she was similarly wearing one of the hotel robes and was padding barefoot toward me. As she approached, she reached over and turned all the lights in the room back on.

“Everything ok?” I asked.

“Yes. I just want the lights on. Did you read your card?”

“Yup. And I have no clue. Are we prank calling people in the middle of the night to let them know it’s my birthday?”

“Nope. Here’s a hint. Look out there.” She replied gesturing toward the window.

I immediately figured it out. Sherri must have rented one of the giant light signs to announce my birthday to the city. I kept scanning the horizon looking for the one with the message. Where some of them kept changing images, I stared and looked for almost five minutes while Sherri sipped on her drink. Finally, having not seen anything, I gave up and turned back to Sherri who was sitting in the other chair, wrapped in her robe, sipping her drink.

“Ok. I thought I figured it out. You rented a billboard or sign or something, but I can’t find it.”

“Ooooooh. So close…yet so far.” Sherri said. I slumped back in my chair and looked over at her.

“Give me a hint?” I asked.

“Well…” Sherri started as she stood up. “It’s more about people out there being able to see you getting your first gift in here.” With that, Sherri untied her robe and pulled it off. Underneath, she had on a deep red thong and nothing else. She took a few steps and kneeled between my legs, pushing them apart.

As she propped her elbows on my upper legs, she commanded, “Undo your robe.” As soon as I opened my robe, Sherri began running her lips and tongue up and down the length of my quickly hardening cock. She used them both to spread her saliva, wetting the entire surface of my dick. She used her left hand to start stroking me, pushing the flow of blood so I reached my maximum fullness. As she did that, she used her tongue to lap at the base of my cock where it met my balls. In between licks, she took first one, then the other of my balls gently into her mouth and sucked on them.

I had one of my hands resting on her hair as I let her control the action. I looked down to see her blonde hair bobbing as she swirled her tongue up my shaft before licking the head of my cock. She continued the motion back down my cock and I glanced up to see that we were positioned so that anyone who looked up at our room would be able to clearly see her on the floor, with her thong-covered Ass pointed outward, sucking me off.

As the realization hit me, I let out a soft moan. Sherri paused her licking to adjust her position and look up at me.

“So, you figured it out? Tonight, anyone who looks up at this room is going to see me give you the first gifts for your birthday.”

Sherri leaned forward and plunged her mouth down taking more of my length in. She stopped halfway and lifted off again, sucking only the head while she swirled her tongue around my most sensitive area. On her second plunge, I felt her mouth and throat open up a bit more and she took in my entire length. Her tongue fluttered on the bottom of my cock as she paused with her face pressed against my groin and my balls against her chin. I could feel her controlling the muscles of her throat as she seemed to be using every part of her mouth and throat to milk my cock. As she pulled back off, she let a pool of saliva run down my length and she used her hand to jerk me off while keeping my head in her mouth.

There was almost a gentle tickling sensation as she flicked the tip of her tongue on the opening of my cock. That, combined with her stroking my spit-lubricated length, had me moving my hips to increase the pleasurable sensations. I let out a moan and Sherri took that as a cue to continue. I felt her open her mouth and plunge down on me a second time. This was quickly becoming the best Blowjob of my life.

Her wet, sloppy mouth felt like a warm Vagina with the added motion of her tongue and suction creating even more sensations. After milking me a second time, Sherri popped her mouth off of me and started to lick up and down my shaft like a popsicle.

“Like your gift so far?” she asked from between my legs.

“Babe. This is amazing.”

“But that’s not the whole gift, is it? Look outside. Is anyone watching?”

I shifted up in the chair to look out at the buildings facing us. As I repositioned, Sherri stayed where she was, continuing to lick and occasionally suck on me. I scanned the windows in the opposing buildings and saw much of what I had seen previously. Some rooms were brightly lit, while others were dark, some were filtered by shades and various other combinations.

While scanning, one room caught my eye. There was a man in his room, covered mostly by darkness, but still visible thanks to the bathroom light providing a glow in his room. He seemed to be staring back at me and I thought I could just see his hand and arm making stroking motions.

“I see someone, babe.” I said. “There’s a guy sitting and jerking off while he’s watching you blow me.”

Sherri paused from slurping on my cock to say, “He’s probably imagining he’s you with his dick in my mouth right now. Keep looking around.”

I again did as I was told but didn’t see anyone else watching. A few times I thought I saw movement, but either wasn’t sure or it was just the lights and shadows playing tricks. One window was almost directly across from us a slight angle. Because our rooms were both about halfway down the line, they actually weren’t that far apart. I could have sworn I saw movement and someone watching, but couldn’t be sure. Besides, Sherri was giving me the Blowjob of a lifetime so my attention was definitely split!

Speaking of which, Sherri was now going full throttle on my cock. She was fucking me with her mouth, slobbering spit and saliva down my length whenever she pulled back to suck on my head, she kept stroking me with her hand. I felt the cum beginning to boil and I buried my fingers further into her long blonde locks.

“Babe. I’m gonna come” I warned. Sherri didn’t respond, instead she wrapped her mouth around me, thrashed her tongue around my shaft and sucked harder. The first two shots of cum rocketed out of me and I could feel Sherri swallow them down. As I continued to unload, Sherri pulled back and aimed my cock at her bare tits, letting the final ropes splatter across them. As I stopped coming, Sherri took my head back in her mouth and licked up the final drops. She kept gently sucking on my head until it became too sensitive and I had to push her back a bit.

She released my dick, chuckled a bit, then stood up and wiggled her Ass toward anyone who may be watching, before leaning over and giving me a kiss. I could taste the remnants of my ejaculate on her lips until she pulled away, grabbed her drink and positioned herself on my lap, still naked except for her thong.

“Where were the windows you were looking at?” she asked as we peered outside.

“Um. The guy is gone, but he was over toward the end, one…two floors up.”

“Was that it?”

“I don’t think so. There was another one. Same floor as us. Kinda go over, then out the other part of the ‘V’, 4th and 5th windows.”

Sherri and I both looked toward the window but saw nothing. We sat and sipped our drinks until she shifted a bit, opening her legs wider. I looked down at her exposed tits and saw the remnants of my cum drying and starting to glaze on her skin. I was mildly surprised as Sherri usually liked to clean up immediately after Sex.

“Do you want me to get a wash cloth to clean you off?” I asked.

“No” she replied. “Leave it there. I don’t care right now.” With that, she guided my hand toward her thong-covered Pussy and I started to gently rub her. The fabric of her thong was already saturated and slipped inside her lips as I started to gather some of her fluids on my fingers. I ran them up one side of her slit, along the edge of her labia, then down the other, only briefly flicking over her clit in the process. Sherri’s head was resting on my shoulder and her breaths were getting faster and deeper. I kept up this pattern, taking more time to pause at her clit each time. Sherri was gripping my wrist and beginning to grind herself against my fingers.

“Wait. Let me take these off.” Sherri lifted her hips and slid her soaked thong over her hips, down her legs and finally kicked it off when it hung on her foot. As she settled back into the chair, she lifted one leg over the arm of the chair and let the other one dangle down, fully opening up her Pussy to me. I used my fingers to make a few more circles around her before I made a quick adjustment.

I moved my hand slightly and slipped my middle and ring fingers inside of Sherri’s open Pussy. With my thumb, I started to make circles over her clit. Sherri bit her lip and began gyrating against my fingers and hand even more. She was making noises that were somewhere between grunts, moans and deep breaths as I picked up the speed of my fingers on her. As she build closer and closer to a Orgasm, Sherri brought her hand up and started massaging her breasts, trying add more stimulation. I felt myself getting harder as I saw her use some of my remaining cum as lubricant, rubbing and pinching her nipples causing them to extend and expand.

“Jay” she moaned. “I’m close. So close. Please, make me come. I need to come.”

Given the way our limbs were tangled around each other and our position in the chair, I didn’t have much ability to move from where I was. Sherri was still diagonally across me with one leg over the chair. I had one hand on her Pussy and other was pinned by her torso. My cock was pressed against the top of her Ass cleft. I still had my robe partially on so I had limited options. With a bit of effort, I was able to slip my other arm out of the robe’s sleeve and was JUST able to reach it around to Sherri’s exposed breast.

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