Maybe things would have been better if I had a family like this.
I scrolled through the camera, smiling as I saw pictures of the woman with her family. She had a University of Georgia tag on her suitcase and a lot of memorabilia from the college in her photographs, but I also saw references to Peoria. I couldn’t tell if she was from Illinois and living in Georgia or vice versa. When I scrolled back a little further, I pictures of her next to a swimming pool, wearing a swimsuit that showed a lot more skin than it covered. She was so damn gorgeous that I couldn’t help but pay attention to each image as I moved past them.
Her breasts were more than a handful, even if I couldn’t see them in all their glory behind the pink bikini. There were images of her running along the beach, and her ass was a perfect upside-down heart. She was the exact flavor of curvy deliciousness that I loved having in my bed. It had been a long time since I brought a woman home and just looking at her was enough to make my balls tingle, even if there was better porn on television. My hand moved down to the waistband of my shorts and I stroked my cock through the fabric.
“I would tear that ass up.” I felt my dick getting harder as I rubbed the tender spot below the glans.
I continued rubbing my cock through the fabric until it was fully engorged and then pushed my shorts down slightly. My dick pulsated as I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started to slowly move my hand up and down my length. I left the camera focused on a picture of the beautiful brunette leaning back on her elbows with her breasts pressed against her bikini top and her legs slightly open. She was so fucking hot that I didn’t need to see any more skin than I had in front of me in the photograph. T
he imagination was better anyway. I visualized myself there on the beach beside her, moving my hand across her tanned skin and squeezing her breasts while she got nice and wet for me. My finger traced her body on the camera screen while I imagined doing it for real. My cock throbbed and my pace got faster when I thought about my hand moving inside of her bikini and rubbing against her hard nipples. It was almost enough to send me over the edge of excitement without even imagining how good her pussy would when my cock was buried inside of it.
I bet you’ve never been fucked by a real man.
I closed my eyes as the pleasure intensified, but the image of her was burned on my memory even when I wasn’t looking at the screen. I imagined her legs opening for me as I slid between her thighs and pulled at the bikini. With my sight stripped away and my imagination running wild, I could smell the faint scent of the salty sea mixing with her lust when her pussy was exposed. My throbbing cock was ready to be inside of her and I squeezed it tighter when I visualized myself going inside her. The smile on her ruby lips was replaced with a look of surprise when she felt my girth. Her head fell back on the beach towel and I started driving my cock into her wet pussy, chasing my desire with every thrust of my hips.
I let the camera fall to the couch and grabbed a napkin when I felt the tingle in my balls. I wasn’t going to last very long with the vision of loveliness dancing in my head and begging for my dick. I stroked faster and held the napkin against my glans until the pressure raged out of control. My head fell back, and I let out a grunt when my seed started to surge through my shaft and erupt on the napkin.
“Your pussy is so good...” I let out a gasp and grunted while I ejaculated into the napkin.
My cock started to return to normal size once my lust was spent. I tossed the napkin in the garbage can and pulled my shorts up before lighting a cigarette and picking up the bottle of whiskey. I flipped through the channels on the television aimlessly as I smoked and drank. I couldn’t help feeling bad about stealing from the girl I saw in the photographs. I put the camera on the table without deleting the photographs when a twinge of guilt shot through me. I had no idea if she saved the photographs, but it was clear that years of her life was laid out in vivid detail on the camera. Destroying it felt wrong, but that could have been the whiskey and the afterglow setting fire to my exhaustion.
I drank until the bottle was gone and my head was spinning. My best was calling my name, but I was too drunk to even consider trying to walk to my bedroom. I stretched out on the couch and let my head rest on my arm. The television continued playing but my body was shutting down. I closed my eyes and the last image before I drifted off to sleep was the beautiful woman with curly brown hair and eyes that resembled the sea.
Chapter 5: Peoria
W e got to the hotel and the mood was somber was checked in and put all of our stuff in the room. The city was lit up, but the glamour wasn’t there anymore. The camera contained so much of my life and I had never bothered to back it up. I just always took it for granted that I could plug it in and relive those memories again. Even the pictures from my birthday party were gone except for the ones that other people had taken. I took a moment to call my parents and tell them we made it safely. I didn’t tell them what actually happened because I didn’t want them to lecture me about why I shouldn’t have come to Vegas in the first place.
Fiona started unpacking—lucky her. I pulled the few items I had out of my carry-on bag and lined them up on my nightstand. I had my makeup, my laptop, and a few other various items. Fiona finished unpacking her bathroom back and then walked into main part of the room.
“Are you ready for that drink now?” She picked up our room keys and waved them at me.
“Yeah, I’m long past ready for that.” I nodded and stood up, taking my room key from her hand.
“At least the room is nice, even if it has been hell getting here.” She closed the door after we were both outside.
“I guess.” I nodded, and a sigh rushed from my lips as we walked to the elevator.
“I know it sucks losing your stuff, but this is everything we have dreamed of since we were kids. Remember when we used to make those flamenco dancer costumes? We even went as them once for Halloween!” Fiona punched the elevator and turned towards me with a grin on her face.
“Yeah.” Even in my somber mood, I couldn’t help but smile.
“I bet your parents regretted letting us watch Viva Las Vegas .” Fiona chuckled as she stepped into the elevator. “We became obsessed!”
“I guess they thought the era of Elvis corrupting the youth was over—they were wrong.” I grinned and punched the button to take us to the lobby.
“We should at least try to see an impersonator while we’re here.” She leaned against the wall. “I know it isn’t the same, but it might be fun.”
“We have to be the only millennials that even know who Elvis Presley is.” I moved to the back of the elevator next to Fiona when it stopped and other passengers got on.
“I guess we’re just cultured.” She nudged me with her elbow.
The elevator came to a stop in the lobby after picking up a few more passengers and we immediately started walking towards the bar. I didn’t wait for the bartender to ask for my identification when I ordered wine; I already had it out in his face before he could even say a word. I’m not even sure he would have checked it—he certainly didn’t ask Fiona. The glass of red wine was overpriced, at least based on what limited knowledge I had about prices, but it was damn good—so good that I immediately asked for a second glass when it was done. The buzz hit me pretty hard and I started getting really tired once it settled into my veins. My worries drifted away, and I just wanted to stay lost in that moment for the rest of our vacation. After the two glasses turned into a couple more, I was seeing double. Fiona ordered some food and I munched on some food from the gargantuan appetizer platter that was put in front of us before finally deciding it was time for bed.
“If I eat anything else, I will probably throw up—and if I drink anything else, the probably becomes definitely.” I put my hand on the table and started to stand.
“Yeah, we should head back to the room.” Fiona nodded and took my arm when I stumbled.
“P EORIA, GET UP. THE tour bus leaves in two hours.” I felt a nudging as I was yanked from the darkness of my dreamless slumber.