All right, my dears—you all have been most patient in waiting for the details of what I did in Las Vegas, during my last trip, a week and a half ago. So without further ado…I’ll share specifics about those escapades of mine now!
I quite enjoyed the sprawling pool area at our hotel, and I ensured that I would enjoy it even more by renting one of the luxe cabanas, assuring myself of the attentive service that comes with such a rental. My yummy cabana came with functioning drapes; a misting system; a ceiling fan; a small fridge stocked with refreshing drinks; a table and chairs; and a couple of super-comfortable lounge chairs—which I had them set just outside the front of it, for even greater privacy within!
Once my temporary lair was laid out to my specifications, I proceeded to engage in some very rewarding cockteasing, by sliding my well-toned, bikinied body onto one of my lounge chairs—keeping on my gorgeously strappy red sandals for maximum impact, of course. The sheen of my lightly tanned skin against the cream-colored fabric did turn out, as I fully expected, to be quite eye-catching; I noticed a few women in the pool area having to force their men to stop staring in my direction.
As I read my magazine and lazily adjusted the position of my feet and legs, I soon recognized that I’d attracted a solo admirer. And a very nicely muscular fellow he was, this boy in the pool all by himself—practically pressed up against its side in his quest to get the best view of me possible! So I pushed down my sunglasses and summoned him to me.
After his initial tongue-tiedness, I found that Josh was his name. More important, it soon became clear from his involuntary gazes that Josh, as I’d anticipated, just couldn’t get enough eyefuls of my pretty feet, especially not the way that they looked in my spike-heeled red sandals. So I strolled ahead of him into the cabana, where the backs of the two strategically positioned lounge chairs hid everything from public view, below approximately waist level. And as I sat at the small table, I directed smitten Josh to kneel and rub more suntan lotion onto every inch of my perfect feet, as I enjoyed a piece of fruit from the bowl—as well as the view of Josh, so fixated on the glorious objects of his fetish. Mmm: the fruit was lovely, but the sight of his enraptured devotion was truly scrumptious.
I allowed lucky Josh to rub the lotion into my feet for long, long minutes, sighing my pleasure whenever he stroked them in a particularly pleasing way—and once I noted that his breathing had become sufficiently rapid, I smiled lazily down at him, thanked him, and dismissed him. Though not before securing his room number—after all, it may have been time for me to meet my fellow Mistresses for a rollicking lunch, but he was a tasty dish, irresistible to a sensual phone sex Mistress who saw what perfect prey he could turn out to be!
Well then, my panting cuties. I shall look forward to telling you the rest of this kinky story—after I return from my creekside retreat!
Hmmmm? No fair? Ah, now you’re being adorable indeed, sweethearts. Since when does a supercharged, erotic-storytelling phone sex Mistress like me need to be overly concerned about fairness?
Yes, I thought you’d see it my way—it’s just one reason that I so enjoy each of you, after all…
So be well in the meantime, my blue-balled dears, and I’ll look forward to talking with you on Friday!
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