With a glance at the sparkling lights of the Las Vegas Strip, I lightly tie a silk blindfold over my eyes and lay face down on the soft king sized bed.

With only a towel over my bottom, I try to relax. I am excited, apprehensive and more than a little nervous despite a few tokes to take the edge off. It wont be long now.

Jazz is playing softly in the living room of our suite and the lights are low, although the blindfold makes it quite dark for me.

Im almost drifting off to sleep a few minutes later when there is a knock on our door.

My husband answers it and there is some low mu mbling that I cant quite make out over the music.

I hear someone come into the room softly and from the various sounds, I can tell he is disrobing.

Not seeing seems to make my hearing more acute.

I can hear his breathing.

I am now very awake, and again nervous. I both hear and feel the mattress shift as he climbs onto the bed, kneeling on my right just at the level of my hips. With only a towel covering from my waist to the middle of my thighs, I feel very exposed, even though Im prone. I lay my head on my hands and keep my legs close together. He begins gently, but strongly massaging my back and shoulders. At first Im tense, but the soft music and deep rubbing begin to relax me, and the tension starts to flow out. The marijuana certainly makes everything seem much smoother. His breathing is soft and steady, and I find to my surprise, that Ive synchronized my respirations with his.

My muscles begin to feel soft and compliant. I find myself wanting to move my shoulders and neck with his massage. He moves down to my legs, which surprises a bit at first, first massaging my calves and working up to my thighs. As he massages my inner thighs, there is slight pressure to move them apart, which I do slightly. For the first time, I realize how warm I feel between my legs. He then carries his massage up my thighs, rubbing my hips and buttocks through the towel. As he moves up and down from my back and shoulders to my legs, the towel is gradually removed. The warmth between my thighs is now replaced with a tingling, and I have to force myself not to move my hips.

He then takes his hands and rubs my inner thighs, pulling them gently apart.

My heart is starting to race, and I can feel his eyes on me. I am embarrassed because I have become very wet, but excited as his breathing has become more rapid, and a little hoarse.

He straddles my leg with his knee so close to my crotch, I can feel the heat. I expect him to touch my wetness, but he continues his massage of my back and hips. I slowly push myself down until my crotch is firmly pressed against his knee and thigh. The touch sends spreading warmth and pleasure spreading up to the pit of my stomach. The feeling is so exquisite and as I lay there enjoying it, I realize that I am moving against his firm leg.

I know that he must think I am such a slut, but I cant help pressing against him. I dont want to stop pressing against him. He is no longer massaging the rest of me, but I can feel him watching me rut against his leg. It becomes apparent to me that I have made his leg wet. I can tell this both from the smooth hot feeling from rubbing and increasingly the wet noises from my rubbing him. I feel humiliated that he has excited me so easily and that I am so wet. Slowly he gently grasps my hips and pulls them up, causing me to raise up on my knees. Now I know he can see the wet sticky mess I have made. I feel myself rocking very slightly as he moves directly behind me. I want him to look, but I hope I dont drip. He touches me lightly between my legs and I shudder.

He mumbles, sticky sweet. He leans forward to cup my breast, and I raise up to make it easier for him. Now Im on all fours and he gently pinches my nipples and twists them ever so softly. I hear a low moaning and only gradually realized that its me. He moves closer and I feel something velvety rubbing up and down my wet slit. The feeling is so incredible, I never want it to stop.

I can feel building of a hot, wet bright explosion of orgasm. Just then the rubbing stops and the velvet warmth is positioned just at the opening of my love. And I want him inside me, I need him inside me and I expect that he will thrust in and fill me. But he doesnt. He exerts only a gentle pressure, but my urgency to have him is increasing and I find myself bearing down, pushing back, moaning with greedy need to be filled.

He remains still and as I work myself over him, I realize that he is very thick. Thicker than any I have had before.

The thickness is exciting, and I hear him grunt with the effort of not pushing too hard. Farther and farther in he goes and to my surprise the stretching feeling is giving way to the inevitability of orgasm. Hes making me come just by entering me! As my orgasm washes over me the rhythmic contractions take on new meaning around such a thick manhood.

He begins to move, gently. He is obviously worried about hurting me, and asks, Is it good? Yes, I say, moreharder, but not too hard. He laughs, Play you gently. Yes please oh God!!! He begins to move faster, cursing, mumbling under his breath and I can feel the hardness and swelling of his length that comes as orgasm approaches.

He is so large, its easier to tell, and surprisingly I realize that I will come again if he does.

What will he think if Im so slutty that Im coming again already? Maybe, if I come again, hell be so busy with his own business, that he wont notice. There is so much noise, his groaning, me trying not to, the wet play noises from our combined secretions and the slap, slap, slap of him against me.

He curses and pushes in, stetching me even more and I grind into him. He is so hard and large that he moves my entire body as he empties into me. I can feel each contraction. The combination of deep penetration and the sensation of my entire body being moved about by his jerking manhood brings my own spasms, squeezing his thickness. His semen makes my wetness creamy and warm.

He rolls to the side and sighs, his ragged breathing gradually returning towards normal.

I fall prone and lay with my thighs slightly apart. I know that I am gaping.

I remove the blindfold and look at him for the first time. His face is beaded with perspiration and there is a contented look on his handsome face. His smooth brown skin glistens and his thick muscles still twitch with shudders of pleasure.

I move my eyes down to his business end. Its a good thing I was blind folded. Even only partially hard he is bigger than I thought I could enjoy. I look back at his face and he is looking at mine. He moves to kiss me.

That was wonderful, he smiles to me. I blush all over.

I am still lying prone, with my legs slightly apart. I feel his semen begin to ooze out of the depths of my love.

It feels so delicious. It slowly comes out bathing my personal place as it does. I am astounded.

As I gaze at my virile lover, enjoy the stretched feeling in my love and feel his seed covering my personal placeoris, I come for the third time.

I look into his eyes as I come.

He knows, even though I try to remain impassive.

Knowing that he is watching my face as the flush of orgasm again passes over me in waves, lets me know how completely he has taken me. How completely I have been his. Thinking of it now, even months later, can make me soak my pants.