The Terrific Trio's Vegas Trip

he music thumped as Marsha, Van, and Sam danced in the dark night club on the first floor of their hotel, The Underground. As the songs transitioned with precision, Marsha danced closer to Van, “I can feel the bass pounding in my chest” she said leaning in. “Kind of like you at the Palace” she added as she laughed and danced away into the crowd. Van looked over at Sam. He was dancing with some girl. She was super hot wearing tight black and white capris and a black top with a swooping neckline. So swooping that Van could see the sun tattoo above her belly button. Only magic or maybe tape kept her large tits out of the club air. Sam always finds his girl. Van couldn’t judge because he had found his own girl too.

Song after song they danced. Van pulled his girl close and she kissed him full on the lips. Her arms wrapped around his back grabbing his shoulders. Van was surprised. He wasn’t going to push her away after feeling her ass grind on his crotch as they danced. He wrapped his own arms around her pulling her closer. Leaning back against the wall the pair continued their make-out session. Out of the corer of his eye, Van saw Sam’s chesty partner pull him away into the crowd. Van was too involved to care as he let his hands roam up and around his own partner’s body. Their tongues swirled, dancing with each other as their faces smashed together. Her hand stroked the front of his pants coaxing Van’s cock to test the fabric’s boundaries. He in turn was exploring the soft supple feel of her ass. As he was inching her skirt further up, she reached behind him, grabbing his hands and her skirt at the same time. Van thought he pushed too far and the fun was over. She pulled her had back and gave him a quizzical look. Van gave her the sheepish, “had to try” look. Without words she turned and walked toward a group of high tables in the corner. Van just let her walk away, cursing to himself.