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Subject: {ASSM} Las Vegas Nights (MF, Cons, Rom)
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This work contains depictions of sexual acts.  If you are not
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Las Vegas Nights by Heathen57  (MF, Rom. Cons. Lt. Bond)

Authors Note:  This is the fourth story in a series using the
same main characters.  The others in order are:  Wolf Creek Pass,
Silverton, and Canyon Trilogy.  Even though this story will stand
alone, I suggest you read the previous stories for background of
these characters.


Las Vegas Nights

The big diesel was purring as we moved along Highway 93 toward
Boulder Dam. Mickey was sitting in her usual place on the couch
looking out the windows and enjoying the desolate beauty of the
desert as we ate up mile after mile.

Things had changed between us since our time at the Grand Canyon.
 It was there that I had finally admitted to myself, but most
importantly to her, that I was in love with her. To my great
relief, she admitted the same.  The extra day we spent there was
not for playing tourist, but rather for some serious conversation
-- and, of course, some time for love making.

The discussions centered on problems that could arise from our
obvious age difference. It was more of a problem for me as she
took it all in stride.  She seemed to think that love would help
us over the big problems and the smaller ones were not worth
thinking about.

I still had the nagging fear that she might grow tired of me and
want someone closer to her own age.  Perhaps she was right.  Why
not enjoy the time we had together?  My first wife and I had
finally decided to do just that, but then she had been shot down
in a store robbery.

I had to pull off for a security inspection before we approached
the dam. The officer was polite enough, but they had to inspect
our entire vehicle.  They checked the interior for explosives,
looking at every cubby and drawer.  Mickey was a little concerned
as they looked through everything.  As the officer checked the
interior with Mickey inside, another officer and I opened the
luggage compartments so they could see the storage.  All the
storage was clear and they could see inside with ease.  They
checked the holding tanks making sure that there were no
dangerous chemicals around.  Finally the ordeal was over, and
they allowed us to button things up and continue.  Mickey settled
back on the couch still tense, but she relaxed as we moved closer
to the dam.

I slowed down for the parking lot at Hoover Dam.  I needed to
stretch my legs, and I was sure that Mickey would like to look
around a little.  I pulled in and we shut the coach down.  We
made the walk across the parking lot with Mickey stopping along
the way to stretch and bend in different ways to get the kinks
out.  I marveled once again at the sheer sexiness of her lithe
body.  Two men were heading toward their car as she bent at the
waist to touch the ground.  One was so intent on observing her
tight ass in her jeans that he walked into the bumper of a car,
bruising his shin and setting the alarm off at the same time.  He
hurriedly limped away to catch up with his buddy.

As I tore my eyes from the same sight that had caused him so much
pain, I looked between her legs and saw her beautiful eyes
dancing in amusement.  As I approached she straightened upright
and was desperately trying to keep from laughing out loud.

"You little tease,"  I said, snaking my arm around her waist. 
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"I really started out stretching, but when I saw them staring, I
decided to give them something to look at.  The way he walked
straight into that car was funny."

"Yeah, it was pretty funny."  I pulled her closer so our hips
were touching. She slipped her arm around me in return.

"I love you, Dave."

There was no hesitation on my part, for I had by now thrown aside
my doubts. "I love you too, Mickey.  Very much." This earned me a
smile that melted my heart, and a very firm squeeze.

We made our way to the dam.  There was enough time, so we did the
Discovery Tour.  It took us a little over three hours since
Mickey was so interested in everything.  We went down the tunnels
and saw the generators, watched the movies, did the whole thing.
Mickey's obvious delight in everything made me take notice as
well.  I was turning from a cynical old man into someone who was
interested, even eager to explore all that life had to offer.

We made it back to the coach around five in the afternoon.  We
decided to push onward to Las Vegas, seeing the lights of the
city just around dusk  I pulled the coach into a campground just
inside the city.  We paid the fee and pulled into our assigned
space.

 Mickey was ready to start making dinner when I stopped her and
told her to pack a suitcase.  She looked at me strangely, but did
as I asked.  I put what I needed into a separate case.  We locked
up the coach and went to the office, where I made some phone
calls.  Within a half hour, a cab pulled up and we got in.  On
the way to the strip, Mickey asked me what we were doing.

"I thought that you deserved to get out of the confines of the
bus, and the only way to experience this city is to stay there. 
We have a bungalow suite at the MGM Grand waiting for us."

This information earned me a big hug and a kiss.  As we started
down the strip, Mickey's eyes became huge at all the lights and
glitter for which this place is famous.  The cab driver was
typical for this town and after a harrowing ride; we were sitting
in front of the entrance to the MGM Grand hotel.  The valet
opened the door and we stepped out. Mickey was admiring the décor
as I handed the clerk my platinum card and signed us in. In a
short time, we were ensconced in our bungalow.  I tipped the
bellman as Mickey marveled at the furnishings.  I closed the door
and pulled her into my arms.

"Do you approve?"

"God, I can't believe this place Dave.  It is perfect."

"You deserve to have a nice room to relax after a hard day of
gambling and shopping."

"Thank you, Dave. I love it."  Then she pulled me down and kissed
me.  "And I love you too."

I answered her with a kiss of my own that lasted until we both
needed air. She leaned back until she could look up into my eyes.
 "You want to try out the bed and see if it is as comfortable as
it looks?"

I smiled back.  "How about we get something to eat first?  There
is a great buffet here and then we can gamble a while.  Have you
ever played the slot machines?" She shook her head.  "You'll like
them.  They're a lot of fun."

"I guess I am hungry.  Why don't you feed this poor deprived girl
and show her a good time before you take advantage of her."  She
flashed me that heart-pounding smile and grabbed my arm.

My guess was close to the mark about Mickey's love of the slot
machines. The first time she hit, she was practically jumping up
and down as the bells went off and the lights flashed.  She had
only won $40.00, but from her reaction, it could have been a
million.  I pointed to the blackjack tables and told her to find
me there when she got tired.

Mickey finally came in a few hours later and stood behind me.  I
had a jack of spades showing and waved off another card.  The
dealer went to the other three at the table and finally to
himself.  He had 12 showing and brought up a nine.  When I turned
my hole card revealing an ace of clubs for 21, I could feel
Mickey grin behind me. I took my winnings and relinquished my
seat.  I cashed in at a little over $200.00 to the good, and took
my tired, but excited, woman to our room.

Our excitement of the day transferred into our lovemaking that
night. Mickey was insatiable, climaxing several times from my
fingers and tongue before I ever entered her. She was so hot that
we both climaxed shortly after I slid into her pussy. By then she
was so exhausted that she slipped into a deep slumber as soon as
I pulled out. I pulled the covers over us, and after snuggling up
beside her, joined her in a dreamless sleep.

I opened my eyes the next morning to look at the still sleeping
form next to me.  The cover had been kicked off, revealing her
beautiful body.  I gazed at her soft curves as she lay on her
side, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. I
still could not comprehend that this lovely woman would want to
stay with me, but I thanked my lucky stars that she did.  Looking
closer, I noticed several very light, thin lines at the top of
her thighs and up along the bottom of her butt.  I vowed to ask
about them sometime, but for now I eased out of the bed so as not
to wake her.  She moved just a bit but then settled back into
slumber.

I called down to room service, and then jumped into the shower. 
I finished quickly since I didn't have another body to work on,
and then got out to awaken Mickey. She gave me a quick kiss and a
smile, thanking me for the night before, and then headed for the
shower.

There was a knock at the door signaling our breakfast.  As the
young man wheeled the cart in, Mickey came out of the bathroom in
nothing but a smile.  She stopped mid-stride, so shocked that it
took a second for her to react and cover herself.  The bellhop
was standing there openmouthed.  Mickey broke the standoff by
taking the towel from her hair and covering herself.  The bellhop
turned beet red and quickly took his tip and left. Mickey was
giggling when I turned around.

"Talk about bad timing!  I didn't know you had ordered
breakfast."

"Yeah, but you can be assured that if we order room service,
there will be a fight to see who gets to deliver it, in hopes of
a repeat performance."

"God.  I am so embarrassed!  What if I see him in the hallway or
something?"

"Don't worry Mickey.  They see all kinds of things, but I'm sure
you made his day.  I know you make mine."

"You are so sweet."  She came over and gave me a kiss.  "Now
what's for breakfast?"

While we ate, we discussed the day's agenda.  Mickey looked at
the guide that was published by the Chamber of Commerce that
showed the sights in and around the city.  A trip to the local
candy factory was a must, then some shopping at the shops along
the strip, and finally dinner at Emeril's.

We dressed, taking time to tease, tickle, and fondle each other,
then headed out to start the day's adventure.

The tour at the candy factory had one highlight -- the enrobing
machine that had a curtain of chocolate through which the centers
passed through.  Mickey commented that she wished we could come
back after hours and she could pass under it and then have me eat
all the chocolate from her body.

The walk through the shops turned into an event that took most of
the rest of the day. Mickey went into almost every shop and
looked through their entire inventory, commenting on the styles
and the prices.  Even though I wasn't really interested in the
merchandise, I enjoyed watching her enthusiasm as she checked
everything. She wasn't buying anything.  After I reminded her
that we were going to dinner and she needed a nice dress, she got
down to some serious power shopping.

She said she wanted to surprise me and asked if she could look
for something on her own. I handed her a credit card that I had
already set up for her signature. With a quick kiss she was off.

I wandered back toward the hotel, stopping in at a jewelry store.
 Spotting what I wanted, I talked to the gold smith and was
assured that what I wanted would be ready in about an hour.  I
stopped into a coffee shop to pass the time.  After I picked up
my purchase, I headed back to the room to get a little writing
done and to get ready.

6:00 P.M. found me in a lounge at the hotel awaiting the grand
unveiling. Mickey had come in carrying her purchases.  She was
talking about all the wonderful shops she had seen and what she
had found.  One shop had really caught her fancy.  Called
Sephora, it was a woman's dream for make-up and body products. 
Being male, the descriptions of bath oils, eye shadows, and
foundations were completely foreign to me.  But the enthusiasm
that she displayed convinced me that it was very important.  I
had already finished my shower and shave, so I dressed and told
her where to meet me when she was ready.

The conversation around me slowed to a few whispers so I looked
up.  There was Mickey, standing in the entrance, wearing a deep
blue dress that came to mid calf.  The slit on the side revealed
her very sexy legs almost to her hip with each step.  The top was
cut to show the cleavage of her breasts.  With her hair swept
back into an elegant bun, she looked like a model fresh from the
runway.

She spotted me at my table and started toward me.  I noticed that
every male head turned as she passed.  Then I saw her glance to
the side and a small smile formed on her lips. She was attracting
attention and she was basking in it.  I stood when she got
closer, and as soon as she got to me, she reached out for my
hands.

"Mickey, you are absolutely stunning."

She blushed a bit.  "Thanks.  I hoped you would like it."  Then
she took a quick glance over her shoulder.  "Seems like the rest
of the guys in here do as well."

"Yeah, they are just wishing they were me."

Mickey gave a low nervous giggle. I slipped my jacket on and she
laid her arm on mine as we headed out the door.

Dinner was all you could expect from a restaurant of that
caliber.  As we were finishing our desserts, Mickey looked up
from hers to catch me watching her.  "What?" she asked.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are and how much I love you?"

"Yes you have, but I don't mind hearing it again."

I reached into my pocket and felt the small box I had put there
earlier. "Ahhh.  Before I forget it again, I got a little
something that will go with your outfit."

I placed the small black velvet box on the table between us.  She
picked it up gingerly, as if it was going to suddenly collapse
and disappear.  She opened the lid and gasped in surprise. 
Inside was a gold heart, its edges sparkling with the red fire of
small rubies. She turned it over and saw "For Mickey, Love,
Dave." inscribed in the back. Tears sprang up as her eyes went
from the box, to me, and back.

"Dave, nobody has ever given me anything like this before.  It's
so beautiful."

"Mickey, you have done so much for me.  You have given me a
reason for living, not just existing.  You made me want to enjoy
life, as long as that life is with you."

"Thank you Dave.  You know I love you."

"I love you too, Honey.  Now are you going to put it on?"

She pulled it out of the box and I came around to fasten it
behind her neck. It nestled just at the top of her breasts.  Her
hand went over it feeling the weight and the coolness of the
metal.  I gave her a kiss and returned to my own seat.

I settled the bill and came around to hold her chair.    We
wandered back along the strip, stepping into the various casinos
just to look around and possibly even dropping a few bucks into
the machines.  We made it back to the hotel and decided to stop
in the lounge for one more drink before we went to our room.  We
placed our order and Mickey headed for the ladies' lounge to
freshen up.

I took a couple of seats at the end of the bar and sat sipping my
scotch when a girl walked up beside me.  She must have thought I
was alone since she started to flirt with me immediately.  I was
trying to be polite since she was obliviously drunk.  I tried to
explain that I was with someone, but she just wouldn't leave.  I
had picked up our drinks and started to move away with her
following, when I spotted Mickey walking towards us. Walking up
to me she reached out to my left hand where she retrieved her
drink.  I could almost see the fire in her eyes. The other woman
got a look at Mickey and blurted out, "Well, if it isn't little
mousy Michelle.  You finally figured out that there is an
opposite sex or are you still the perfect little virgin?"

Mickey's voice was low but the anger was plainly showing.  "And
you're still wearing the sign around your neck that says 'Hi, I'm
Candice.  Come fuck me' aren't you?" Mickey's face was turning
red. "You were nothing but a low class street whore who spread
her legs for a dollar and opened her mouth for half that."

She turned to look at me.  "Dave, I want you to meet the biggest
slut who ever came out of Amarillo."  Mickey turned back to the
shocked woman.  "Just how many abortions did your daddy have to
pay for?  Was it 3?  Or maybe 4?  Not to mention, they kept an
open prescription for antibiotics for your diseases."

Mickey got very close to the other woman's face.  "If you so much
as even think about touching my husband, I'll beat the living
shit out of you.   You got that bitch?"

We set our drinks down and walked out, leaving Candice standing
in the middle of the floor with her mouth open.   Once in the
room, Mickey collapsed on the couch.  I finally got over my shock
and started to chuckle.  She looked at me with anger still
evident in her eyes.

"Honey, I have never seen that side of you.  I was just hoping
you could see I was trying to get away, but I never thought you
would tear into someone like that."

She thought about it for a minute then smiled back.  "I didn't
think I could do that either. I guess it was because I was so
mad.  I saw that girl and I had a flashback to when I was a
junior in high school.  A guy I liked finally asked me out to the
prom.  I was so excited, but Candice came along and stole him
away.  I caught them behind the cafeteria with his dick in her
mouth.  She lorded it over me until we graduated."

"I think you finally got your say, my dear."  I pulled her to my
arms.  "You outshine that bimbo by a mile sweetheart.  You have
shown that to me many times over -- even if you did claim me as
your husband."

She pulled her head back from where it had been resting on my
chest.  "Oh God!  I didn't, did I?  I'm sorry.  I mean, I was mad
and. it just slipped out. and."

I gave her a kiss to slow her down.  "I am not upset, and maybe
someday soon ...."  She put a finger to my lips.  She just pulled
me into the bedroom and pushed me toward the bed while she moved
to the bathroom.

When she returned, she stood shyly at the foot of the bed.  The
outfit was a definite change from the normal oversized t-shirt
that she usually wore.  Made from forest green silk, it consisted
of a camisole top and matching tap pants.  The color contrasted
wonderfully with her skin, and the cut of the pants made her legs
look like they went on forever.  I could see that she was
expecting me to say something, but the only word I could think of
was, "Beautiful."

She relaxed a bit and walked to the side of the bed.  "You didn't
mind me buying something like this just to sleep in?"

"Of course not, honey.  Why would you worry about that?"

"I haven't had anything special for sleeping since I was a little
girl. They had some really nice stuff in the shop where I got
this.  They had some underwear that I hadn't even heard of -- a
lot more daring than what I have."

I had not thought about it before, but it was true.  All of her
bras and panties were pretty conservative, all cotton and modest
cut.  "Do you like the way this feels on you?"

"Yeah.  It makes me feel sexier.  More womanly, I guess."

"Then how about tomorrow you and I make the trip back to this
shop and get you some of the things you really like."

She bent down to give me a hug.  I grabbed her and pulled her
onto the bed with me covering her face with kisses.  The silk
felt wonderful on my hands and body as I pulled her closer.  The
softness seemed to excite her as well as she started moaning and
moving around almost as soon as I touched her.  But it had been a
long, and for her, emotional day.  I was determined to let her
know how much she was loved and appreciated.

We spent a long time just holding and cuddling.  Words of love
and affection were given and received.  Eventually, we reached a
point where the touching became more sexual.  I started with her
face and neck, planting little kisses and nips all around. Moving
lower, I painted her skin with my lips just to where her breasts
were covered by the silk.  My hands had not been idle, tracing
intricate patterns along her back and sides.

Asking her to remove her new garments, I had her lay on the bed
face down. I grabbed some lotion and started to massage her
entire body.  Starting from her neck, I worked down her spine
kneading any tension away.  Her arms were next, as I was relished
the feel of her skin.  I jumped past her deliciously firm ass and
started on her feet.  Taking the time to rub and massage each of
her toes.  When I got to her big toes, I discovered something
delightful.  As soon as I touched them, Mickey shuddered and
groaned in passion.  It was like a direct line to her pussy.  I
filed that away for future reference.

I continued, working on her calves and the backs of her knees. 
This elicited another moan and sigh.  As I started up her thighs,
she spread her legs out to give me access.  Her pussy was damp
and the lips were swollen.  Her clit was starting to peek out
from her folds.  By the time I reached her delectable ass, her
pelvis was rocking with involuntary movements.

She was starting to moan with her pent up need.  Before I could
ask her to roll over, she lifted her butt up a bit.  "Just take
me like this.  I want to feel you in me now.  I want to feel you
against my back as you fill me up."

I paused long enough to slip a pillow under her, raising her
enough that her pussy was accessible.  I found her so wet that I
could just slide in.  When I felt my cock finally buried to the
hilt, Mickey shuddered.

"Hold my arms down and fuck me."

Thinking she was wanted to be a bit submissive, I grasped her
wrists behind her back, holding her just tight enough for her to
feel it.  This seemed to bring her to the brink and as I started
pushing into her, she started shaking in orgasm.  The muscles in
her pussy were pulsing and milking me.  This took me over the
edge and I felt my seed rush out of my cock and splash against
her womb.

What started out as a slow sensual massage had become so
passionate that it left both of us exhausted.  I moved off of her
and rolled her to where her back was against me.  I brought my
left arm around her, pulling her tight against me.  "I love you,
Mickey."

"I love you too," was the mumbled reply as she placed my hand
over her breast and snuggled down for a well-deserved sleep.

The previous day had tired us out, so we slept in quite late.  I
was lying on my back with Mickey snuggled into my right side.  I
was basking in the feel of her body against mine. This woman was
quite a puzzle at times.  She would show flashes of open
sexuality, but was unschooled in so many things sexual the next.
I wanted to know more about her past, but was willing to wait to
find out.  One thing was for sure, I was madly in love with this
woman.   It wasn't just the sex.  Her whole being drew me to her.
 I would almost melt when she gave me that smile that seemed to
be reserved just for me.

I was drawn from my thoughts when I felt Mickey move.  I glanced
down to see her deep blue eyes looking at me.  "Morning, Honey. 
Did you sleep well?"

"Hmmmm.  Like a baby," she said as she stretched.  "That was so
good.  I was so relaxed and then I got so turned on, I couldn't
believe it.  And you make it so special for me."

"You do the same for me, you know."  With that I kissed her, and
then rolled out of the bed.  "Want to share a shower?"

She immediately agreed and we were soon enjoying the feel of our
soapy bodies rubbing against each other.  Neither one of us was
horny, but just enjoyed the sensual feel of skin against skin.  I
washed her hair for her, massaging her scalp in the process.  She
had never experienced that before and demanded to return the
favor.  We finally got out and dried each other off.  She then
shooed me out to get dressed, saying that she would meet me
downstairs.

I went down to the Studio Cafe restaurant and ordered a cup of
coffee.  When the waiter brought it over, I ordered breakfast
since Mickey had already told me what she wanted. She appeared a
few minutes later.  I asked if she was all right, and she
explained that she had started her period.    I asked if she
still felt like shopping to which I got a resounding yes.

I signed the tab, and we stepped out into the sunlight.  Mickey
led me to the shop where she had been yesterday.  The salesgirl
recognized Mickey and warmly greeted her.  "Did you enjoy the
cami set?"

Mickey blushed and said she did, very much in fact.  The two then
started talking like old friends, pausing only when they realized
I was still standing there.  When I told them I was just there to
carry the bags and supply the plastic, they started through the
racks.  I was asked my opinion on a few things, but other than
that it was like watching twin whirlwinds.

When finished, Mickey had a complete wardrobe of undergarments --
everything from the practical to the next-to-nothing.  She had
even convinced me to get a few pairs of silk boxers and some
lounge pants.

We had lunch at a small deli then headed back to the room. 
Mickey was feeling a little tired so we took a nap.

It was early evening when I awoke.  I roused Mickey and we
decided to have room service, and then take in the late night
show at Bally's.  Dinner was delicious and we dressed casually
for the show.  Rather than fight the crowd on the strip, we
boarded the monorail for the trip to Bally's.

We got a good location to see the entire show and settled down. 
The house lights dimmed and the show began.  This was one of the
full-blown Vegas shows with all the costumes, but since it was
the late show, it was topless.  I was surprised, but Mickey was
fascinated.  The costumes were beautiful, glitzy and full of
color.  Their movements were perfect and it made for a fine show.
 On the way back, Mickey was bubbling with all the details that
she had seen.  It fascinated her that the women in the show could
be so casual with being topless.  When I told her that they even
made up their breasts to highlight their nipples, she decided
that she wanted to try that herself.  We changed for bed, dressed
in the finery that Mickey had picked out earlier that day.  We
held each other as we fell asleep.

The next morning, we were sitting in the restaurant finishing
breakfast, when Mickey got a little quiet.  I asked what was
wrong.

"Dave, I have really enjoyed our stay here, but I am starting to
miss home."

The world started closing in on me.  I felt the pit of my stomach
open up and attempt to swallow my whole being.  She must have
seen my fallen expression for she reached over and grabbed my
hand.

"Dave, I don't mean it like it sounded.  I meant OUR home.  I
miss the coach and being together, just the two of us.  I think
of that as my home now."

I went from one extreme to another.  From despair to elation in
seconds. The thought that she considered the coach her home now
gave me a feeling that was impossible to describe.  She must
truly be happy to think that way.  I gave her a smile in return
and squeezed her hand.

"If your are ready to go back to OUR home, let's get packed and
then check out.  We will be back there as soon as you get ready."

We were soon checked out and in a cab heading back to the bus.
The ride out was just as harrowing and in short order we were
standing next to our home on wheels. While the diesel was
warming, I did a quick check on all the systems.  I was filled
the water tanks and dumped the waste.  While I was doing this,
Mickey used the cell phone to contact her parents.  I spent more
time at my task than necessary to give her some privacy.

When I finally came inside, I found Mickey bent over holding the
phone in both hands. When she raised her head, there were tears
in her eyes.  "Dave, I need to get back to my parents' house. 
It's my sister."

~~~~~~~~FINIS ~~~~~~~

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