Ariel's Secret Life

By the time the limo driver had pulled into the entrance of the Wynn, Ariel was straddling Mario’s lap and they were making out hard. Mario still hadn’t put his cock away, so Ariel could feel it rubbing against her panties as she ground herself into him.

The driver lowered the privacy screen slightly, interrupting them. “Sorry sir,” he said, “but we’re at the hotel.”

Ariel pulled away and climbed off of Mario’s lap as he began tucking himself back into his pants.

“Did you want me to continue driving around?” the driver asked.

“No,” Mario answered. “We’ll get out now.”

Within a second of getting his pants zipped back up, the door opened from the outside and a hotel worker stood there, holding his hand out to help the guests. Ariel slid across the seat then took the man's hand, pulling herself out of the limo. Mario followed close behind her and once he was out, he wrapped his arm around her and led her into the hotel.

Walking inside, they passed the front desk and entrance to the casino and made their way to the elevators. Once inside, Mario pressed the button for the 34th floor. They weren’t alone in the elevator so they didn’t speak, but Ariel did feel Mario’s hand slide down her back, go up the bottom of her dress and squeeze her ass cheek. He didn’t let go until they arrived on his floor.

Walking into Mario’s suite, Ariel was greeted with a beautiful view of the Vegas strip from a massive floor to ceiling window. She immediately walked towards the window and looked out. They were so high up, she could barely see anything on the street. Just all the lights.

She stared a little longer, until she heard the sound of a champagne bottle opening. She turned to see Mario pouring champagne into two crystal flutes. While she was distracted at the window, he had also stripped off his jacket and was standing there with his shirt unbuttoned and untucked from his pants. Ariel bit her lip as she stared at his body. He clearly ate well and made time to go to the gym as he was completely ripped, sporting a very well maintained 6-pack. Putting down the bottle, he picked up both glasses and walked towards her, holding one out for her.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the drink and sipping from it. Staring at his body, she couldn’t help but imagine what it was going to feel like with him wrapped around her or holding her.

Even though they were already close, Mario kept walking towards Ariel, which made her back up, eventually putting her back against the window. With nowhere else to go, Mario looked down at her, hungrily.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told her. Leaning his head down, he pressed his lips to hers. As they kissed, Ariel felt his hand on her leg, going up her dress and cupping her ass. Ariel moaned into his mouth and after a few hard squeezes, Mario grabbed her by her hips and spun her to face the window. The motion of it startled Ariel so much, she dropped her glass. The plush carpet of the hotel room caught the glass so it spilled but didn’t break.

Looking into the window, Ariel could see both her and Mario’s reflection. She watched his eyes as he found the zipper at the top of her dress and slowly began pulling it down.

Underneath her dress, Ariel was wearing a tan coloured thong but, because of the multiple see-through parts of her dress, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

The dress fell to the floor at Ariel’s feet and she stood there in nothing but the thong and heels. She continued to stare forward into the window as Mario stared at her body from behind. Being over 30 stories up, there was no way anyone down on the strip would be able to see her, but it still felt really hot to know she was almost naked at the window for anyone to see.

“Turn around,” Mario ordered.

Slowly, stepping out of the dress and she did, Ariel turned to face Mario. His eyes went straight to her tits. “Fuck,” he said, under his breath as he reached one hand forward and wrapped around her waist. Her nipples were so hard and were begging to be touched. Mario put the glass he was still holding on the dresser beside them, then he was able to hold her with both hands and pull her body against his.

He pressed his lips into her neck, kissing and sucking on her skin. Ariel moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Scooping her up, Mario kept his mouth on her skin and carried her over to the bed, dropping her small body on top of the sheets.

He stared down at her as he started undoing the button and zip of his pants.

“I’m so glad I have you all night to play with,” he told her, pushing his pants and boxers down his legs in one movement. “Promise me you’ll do whatever I say?” he asked her.

She nodded. “I promise.”

“Promise if you want me to stop at any point, you tell me to stop?”

“I promise.”

“Good,” he said, stepping out of his pants. He was still wearing his unbuttoned shirt but Ariel kind of liked this look.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered her.