I have this thing for groping hot-looking guys. You put your hands clasped behind you and wiggle the fingers a little occasionally. Every once in awhile, someone moves in and puts it right there.
Vegas. Ahhh. People come there to party, so anything can happen. And theres always that line: "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!".
So Im standing in line at a store in Vegas to buy a souvenir -- and its a long line. I glance behind me and theres this hot-looking guy, with his hair all modern, wearing a T-shirt and those knee-length basketball shorts of a very thin material. He had that look that I find irresistible. And he was just the right height. So I clasp my hands behind me. And I slowly, slowly, back up, as though Im distracted and looking at something on the shelf beside me. Sure enough, after a moment, I feel the material of his shorts rub against my hand. I wiggle my fingers a little, but say nothing. He backs off. I leave my hands where they are. The line moves forward a little. I step forward. He steps forward, close. And I feel the material again against my hand, again. Hes testing, to see if the first time was an accident. Hes the one who pulls away, not me. A moment later, I feel the material again, and hes right behind me. This time, I feel a little bulge beneath my fingers. At last!
I begin to rub him. To our right is a display, to our left is a candy-stand. Nobody can see us. He starts off just a little stiff, but with my rubbing through the thin material of his shorts, its just moments before I can feel him stiffening. I feel the outline of his head. Hes cut. I feel the stiffening pole, and Im rubbing up and down. Hes behind me close, breathing on the back of my neck. Finally, hes whispering, "Thats it! Yeah. Stroke it!" I turn and look in his eyes. "Do you want to cum here, or out in my car with my lips around it!" He says "My car!" "OK", I agree. So I keep stroking, but I slow down.
