What are Two Ladies To Do?

Last Wednesday Mitzi called and asked what I was doing over the weekend. Nothing was on tap for me. "Let’s go to Lake Tahoe," she said.

"Great," was my instant reply, "I’ll make the arrangements."

Now, me, I love Nevada. Any place with a crap table and a baccarat table is nifty special in my book. I called my casino host at Harveys and got two suites reserved. Made the plane reservations and e-mailed Mitzi the details.

Thursday got the hair done and a spruce up on my waxing. Checked the wardrobe and packed in the afternoon. Got a good evening’s sleep so Friday morning I was bright eyed, bushy tailed (well, I hope not) and ready to go. Easy flight and when we reached Reno, there was a limo waiting so off we went after collecting our bags. Got to the hotel in time to get a massage and a nap.

OK, it’s seven o’clock, time for dinner. We intended to eat and then sit at the baccarat table for a couple of hours.

I suppose you’d like to know about Mitzi. As you know, I’m in my 50s, Mitzi is, well, a little older but looks a little younger. As both of us get to the gym at least three times a week we’ve kept in shape. Mitzi’s boobs are bigger then mine and mine are large. Obviously ours are real, hell, at our age, they’d better be!

Even though Lake Tahoe is very casual I like to get reasonably dressed up in the evening. I was wearing an emerald green silk pants and top with a low, rounded neckline. My bra, a Victoria’s Secret special, kept the toys up, out and wide, nothing tight as I liked them to sway and jiggle. Mitzi was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that cost a bundle and she had a jeans top on. Her t-shirts are made to order so her massive breasts are clearly accentuated. May I humbly say that we looked great!!

I’d made a dinner reservation for eight at the 19 Kitchen-Bar on the 19th floor of Harveys. When we arrived Vincent, the Maitre ‘d, who I knew, sat us at two reserved chairs at the end of the bar for a couple of drinks before taking us to our table. I ordered the best Irish they had and Mitzi had a martini. Within ten minutes we were the center of a crowd of men.

This always happens and it’s not cougar time. It’s just plain attitude. Mitzi and I are fun. We laugh, we joke, we drink, we smile, we listen, we buy our own drinks (actually I’m comped), we flirt and we demand nothing. One day I’m going to blog about the two gorgeous gals at the other end of the bar and why the men surrounded us. They were blonde, beautiful, dressed great and had super, Ten Thousand Dollar boob jobs. Oh yes, they were also arrogant, hostile and obviously very high maintenance. Do they really think they’re going to find a multi-millionaire, good looking athlete at Lake Tahoe?

About 30 minutes later Vincent made eye contact with me and when I nodded he came over to escort us to my regular table. After we ordered Vincent came back, "Miss R, I have an offer of a bottle of wine for you and your friend from the gentlemen over there."

"Good wine?" I asked.

"Upper middle of the reds."

"You know them?"

"They come three or four times a year, full comp, the one on the left is widowed, he’s about 40 the other is divorced, also 40 or so." As you can see, Vincent is a treasure. He protects me from the bums and the drunks. A side note about my relations with casino employees. One I tip very well. Two I never, never date a casino employee. Though they are super discrete I don’t want to have one get jealous and cause a problem. So, like married men, they are a pure no-no.

I glanced at Mitzi, she nodded OK, so I smiled at the two men and told Vincent to say how much we appreciated the wine and would they like to join us for desert, coffee and brandies.

About 20 minutes later I looked over at the guys and waved them to our table. Charles and Harold sat down and we started talking. Six brandies later Vincent came over and said, "Miss R, we’re closing." It was 11:30. For over two hours we had been talking and laughing and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. It was a great time.

"Let’s go to the bar for a last one," I said. By the way, I cannot be drunk under the table. One thing I’ve learned in life is how to hold my liqueur.

At midnight I looked at my watch and gave the wink to Mitzi. I’ve been around her long enough to know if the man she’s with is going to get laid and by the look in her eyes, he’s was going to get the fucking of a life time.

I’m going to say a further word here about Mitzi and I. We’re both over 50. We’ve kept our bodies in shape. We may not be those young, tight, blonde, boobie chicks, but we’re also not vapid, arrogant, insolent, stupid and, if you bed us, we don’t make you feel like you’ve just been handed the favor of all time. Actually, if you bed us you’ve just had the fucking of a lifetime because we’re fun and enjoy sex. Hell, go ahead, mess our hair. Here is a straight forward truism. If you’re with a man and getting laid he will adore you if you visibly enjoy it. If you don’t then what the shit are you doing getting laid? If the best you can do is, "Honey, go ahead, stick it in, but don’t mess my hair" then may I suggest you quickly find a nunnery. You’re not worth the effort!

Anyway, I stood up and said "Jesus, it’s late, I’ve got to get to bed. Charlie, would you like to join me?" Charlie, who’d been hoping against hope and staring at my tits for two hours, just had his greatest wish handed to him and all he could say was, "Ahh, well, ahhh, oh ..... Thank God, for a minute there I thought you hadn’t noticed my interest."

Mitzi looked at Harold, smiled like the Cheshire Cat, tightly grabbed his arm and whispered, "Harry, honnnney, let’s fuck."

Our suites were on the same floor, so we took the elevator together. As I passed Mitzi I said, "Wear him out and don’t call me until ten."

Charlie and I arrived at my door. I pushed him inside. The only light was the dim glow coming through the windows.

I slowly pulled him to me, pressing my full body against his. I opened my mouth and kissed him deeply, my tongue playing cat and mouse with his. I ran my hands over his head and through his hair, I pulled back and nibbled into his ear with slow breaths and little tongue jabs, I kissed him again and could feel that he was hard as a rock. "Oh, yes, Charlie, you’re interested in fucking me aren’t you?" Please understand that this was not "making love." This was SEX, fucking if you will, but animal sex.

Another long kiss. I leaned back and smiled at him, slid my hand over his cock, "Charlie, may I see it, please?"

He started undressing as I ran my hands over his body while moving around him. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Very lightly I ran my hands over his chest. He pulled his pants off, then his shoes and socks. I kissed him again with my tongue far into his mouth. I slid down to his cock and pulled his undershorts off.

Into my mouth his cock went. I knew he would blast in a minute, so I left off and climbed up to his lips where I slid my fingers in and played with his tongue and then kissed him again.

Over the years I’ve learned a few things, one is that men just love to undo my bra and have my breasts fall into their hands and faces so I sat him down on the couch and slowly took off my shoes and pants. Then off came my panties so he could see that I had a fully waxed vagina which caused him to moan in anticipation. I slipped off my top and stood there letting him drink in my next move.

I climbed on top of him kneeling on the couch my legs on either side of him. I leaned forward and kissed him again and whispered into his ear, "They’re all yours, darling, all yours. The clasp is in front."

He fumbled until he undid my bra and let my breasts fall into his hands. I kissed him again then cupped my tits so he could suck on my nipples. Hungry wasn’t the right word. Starving was more like it. My nipples were hard as rocks and he sucked on each one. Finally I pushed up and slide his cock into my cunt.

God, but do I love to feel a man’s cock inside me. I moved very gently on top of it. I kissed him again while he fondled and cupped my tits. I knew he was going to cum so I slipped off and took him into my mouth where he exploded with a massive gush of cum and groans. I swallowed and let him go, "More, I need much more," I said.

He pulled me up and kissed me and we went to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and started eating my pussy. I came in moments and he just continued licking and sucking my clit. He moved to my rear and reamed me finally climbed up on top of me and slid his cock into my cunt. He fucked and fucked and I was screaming and hissing into his ear, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, God Dam I love cock, oh, shit harder, more, you fucking cock, ram it in, oh yes, oh yes ....."
Finally we both exploded together and collapsed in each other arms.

God dam, I had just been super well fucked!! We cuddled for awhile, slept, fucked again and about four AM he left. Now, that was Friday night!!