Before you go...

While my posts have been infrequent for some time, I still love the fact that we have this blog. Maude is clearly much better at updating it than I am, so I completely understand why she would be more interested in blogging if I posted more often. Initially, it was something that I loved doing several times a week. But after a while, I didn't feel it was a necessity to update that frequently, though I really should post more than I do.

Anyway, Maude is in Las Vegas this weekend for a bachelorette party. A bunch of girls going crazy in Sin City sounds pretty hot to me. I pleaded with her to take pictures if any of the girls start making out with each other. This is a distinct possibility, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed. They saw a show last night and, not surprisingly, had a great evening. At this very moment they're laying out by the pool, sipping cocktails and discussing whatever it is women talk about. Sex is one of the topics, that's for sure. Probably not sports, though. I think I'd cum on the spot if I walked by a group of 6 hot girls in swimsuits and heard them talking about the NFL.

Maude left work a little after noon yesterday to pack before heading to the airport. I needed to stop by the apartment during my lunch break to give her something, so I was hoping it would also be a good excuse for a little action. Before leaving my office, I sent her a text to see if she'd have enough time to pack and have a pre-trip quickie. She said yes. Woo-hoo!

When I got home we got undressed and got down to business. I told her it'd be really hot if, instead of cleaning herself afterward with tissues, we put a towel under her to catch my cum as it leaked out, and then left the towel there as a little reminder for when I get from work in the evening. I don't know why that occurred to me, but for some reason it turned me on, and still does. While we fucked, Maude said she wanted me to pin her down when I came (we were in missionary). As the point of no return approached, I put one hand on her shoulder and the other at the base of her neck. Within seconds I was filling Maude with my cum and tightly holding her down, each wave of my orgasm making my grip even tighter. I got off her and looked at my cum oozing out onto the towel. It was a great visual and I really wanted to take a picture, but that's not the kind of photo we'd like Maude's friends to stumble across if they picked up the camera in Vegas. She wiped herself off with the towel and set it on the bed, as I had requested. We said our goodbyes and I headed out the door.

When I got back to the office, I mentioned to a coworker that I had gone home to give something to Maude. She responded, "Oh, a little quickie, huh?"