1. What Happens in Vegas


    Date: 6/1/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Author: The_Technician, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    The following warning is probably not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it does apply to most of my stories. WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2015 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * It was just before eight o’clock on Saturday evening and Sandra Kowalski was all but dragging her husband, David, by his elbow into the central ballroom of the Blue Sky Casino. “We are going to be late,” she ...
    said, “and I have to give the welcoming speech.” She stopped, turned to face him, put her hands on her hips, and asked in a very irritated tone of voice, “Why are you dawdling?” Grabbing his hands she added, “You normally almost run along in front of me. I’m having to pull you along. It’s like you don’t want to be here.” “That’s because I don’t want to be here,” he answered sharply. “I told you I [/i] hate[/i] high school reunions.” “But this isn’t your typical high school reunion,” she replied. “How many ten-year class reunions are held at a Las Vegas casino?” Then she smiled and added, “...and at no cost to anyone in the class. All we have to pay for this entire weekend is any booze that we drink.” “You have never fully explained how the class president managed to arrange that,” he grumbled. Then he stopped once again and asked, “How did you pull that off?” “My excellent negotiating skills,” she replied as she once again pulled him along. “And having a class vice-president who has a high level job here at the casino.” “I thought Gerry was an aerospace engineer,” David said. “Last I heard he was designing flight simulators for an aircraft company. What in the heck does he do here at a casino?” “You’ll have to ask him tonight,” Sandra answered brightly. “All of the class officers are sitting together.” She then pointed over to one of the tables at the front of the room and said, “You go sit down. I need to welcome everyone and explain the events of the evening.” David walked ...
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