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By Mark Phillips (sotborder@yahoo.com)


John looked around the parking lot anxiously. As the sole proprietor of his business, Show Tune Tours, he was responsible to make sure that customers showed up on time. The bus had arrived on time, thankfully, but there seemed to be some stragglers.

After loading up the beer and double-checking to make sure he had everything John disembarked and welcomed the passengers scheduled to come on the trip. He shook their hands and greeted them warmly as they filed into the bus. He learned out the door to see if more cars were pulling into the parking lot. They were running late. John felt tense. There was a feeling of expectation in the air. John could hear wafts of conversation floating by between his worry.

"I got a good feeling about this trip honey. I really think we're going to hit it big."

"Are you playing 21 or Craps?"

"There's a rumor that that gay dude who got his head bit by the tiger might try and stage a comeback."

"Last time I went on one of these trips I made 10 grand on the slots."

"Yeah right. You say that every year and you're still driving a Pinto," Laughter.

"Are those beers in back cold yet?"

John hopped off the bus onto the parking lot; the conversations becoming muffled and unintelligible.

As always he had called everyone the evening before to make sure there were no cancellations. Everyone said they were ready and looking forward to the trip, including Scott, a smug jock type who John used to go to college with. According to the list of people on his clipboard forty-four people were signed up to go, Yet, only thirty nine people had arrived. John glanced through the bus's windows. Although most of the passengers on the bus were talking and laughing, a few of the them seemed to scowling. A few of them looked more than irritated. They were growing impatient.

John looked down at his watch worriedly 'dumb assholes' he thought to himself, 'They are more than 1/2 hour late." John was not much of a businessman. He was a nice guy, a decent guy, but not very comfortable with himself. He started off the morning by polishing off a couple of quick Coronas in the parking lot, to take an edge off his nervousness.

Running a tour business was hard. So many things could go wrong and oftentimes they did. John's alarm clock decided to take it's own nap in the morning. When John groggily woke up, he was shocked to see that he had a little over an hour to get to the church parking lot were everyone was supposed to meet. He didn't even have a chance to eat a donut. The alcohol produced a mild buzz, which mellowed him out a bit. Still however, his eyebrows were furrowed with worry.

John felt a warm arm encircle his waist. He looked down at his girlfriend Lourdes. They had met about nine months ago. They had been introduced by a mutual friend of theirs at the University. The attraction was immediate. John always wondered to himself what a beauty like Lourdes saw in him. He wasn't a slob or anything, but in a crowd of people he stood out like an ink spot on a piece of black velvet. He was the quintessential Regular Joe.

There was nothing remarkable about his personality or his looks. Lourdes on the other hand was the closest thing to heaven he had ever seen, and as far as he could tell the world had ever seen based on the hard stares and furtive glances that constantly were directed at her. It bothered John that Lourdes caused such a reaction, but he was reasonably sure that she only had eyes for him. In fact she was the one that suggested they only date each other.

By mutual agreement they had an exclusive relationship for the last six months. Everything between them was great, but the sex was basically non-existent, much to John chagrin. Lourdes had told John early on when they were on the cusp of segueing from friends to dating, that she had a bad sexual experience when she was younger, which ruined the relationship she was in, a relationship she felt had a lot of potential.

She said that later on after they were more firmly established maybe she would consider intercourse, but for the present time, she wanted to base their relationship on caring and mutual respect. "Anyone can have sex" she was fond of saying, "but only a select few can maintain a healthy and emotionally stable relationship." She was 24, two years young than John, yet in many way much more mature than him.

When Lourdes spent the night at his apartment last night, he could hardly keep his hands off her. He acted like a little boy on his first visit to a Toys "R" Us. He often was frustrated at her control. He didn't understand how she couldn't feel as horny as he did.

After watching another boring movie on the Life Time Channel. John and Lourdes gravitated to the bed. It was late and they had to get up early. John was horny and becoming more resentful. Just sitting next to Lourdes was enough to get his cock to harden. Why couldn't they at least try it once? He knew that Lourdes wasn't on the pill, but he didn't have any problems using a condom. Shit, who cares? He'd put one on. Shit, he'd get a vasectomy if it would help him get into Lourdes. He was getting sick of hand jobs. He got to cum, but it wasn't the same. He wanted to feel himself inside the tight, wet hole of Lourdes' pussy.

Lourdes patiently explained, as she stroked Johns cock, that what mattered most was the emotional connection, the sharing of thoughts, dreams and feelings between two people. That's what made their relationship so special. Intercourse would come later. As her little hands pumped his shaft, and she continued to explain in that maddening matter of fact way of hers the importance of maintaining an intercourse free relationship, and focus on what's important, he tuned her out and gazed at her body.

Her heavy breasts swayed up and down as she used her hands and arms to maintain a consistent rhythm on his throbbing shaft. She was propped up on her knees, which caused her back to bow gracefully accentuating her perfect round behind. He reached down and traced his finger down her back, opened his hand and ran his fingers over the tight firmness of her ass.

God, how he wished she would let him fuck her. Just once. He would even settle being able to run the taut head of his cock in the folds of her pussy for a few seconds. That would be enough to relieve his lust if just for a few hours. In frustration he tried to touch her pussy, but she quickly shifted away. She wouldn't let him near it. Lourdes paused in mid stroke making him groan with frustration, his hard member throbbing with unreleased tension.

"You haven't been listening to a word that I've said," Lourdes stated reproachfully. "We are not going to have sexual intercourse. I don't want to leave you frustrated, but if you can't control yourself I won't even do this. You can do it to yourself." She put her arms behind her and leaned back. Her position rolled her shoulders slightly back, pushing her full breasts, with those delectable dark brown nipples forward. John's felt a dull ache of need in his groin. Lourdes was stacked. Her breasts were, large and round with nipples just made to suck and nibble.

She wouldn't let him near those either. She had mentioned in the past that they were ultra-sensitive and she wasn't comfortable having them fondled. He had little recourse other than stare at them and wonder what they felt like, what it would be like to suck them into his mouth and roll the nipple around his tongue until the nubs stood out hard and throbbing. John felt like a diabetic in a sea of chocolate.

All he could do was look, fantasize and hope. He knew better than to argue. Lourdes always got her way. She was too strong willed to break down. Secondly, he knew that although she had a soft spot for him and cared for him deeply, she would have no problem leaving him unfulfilled. His cocked ached. He looked down and saw it twitching and then glanced at Lourdes who looked back at him impassively.

He needed to cum. He needed to cum so bad. He was just going to have to settle for another hand job. It was better than nothing. If their relationship continued the way it had been going, eventually he was going to have the chance to be inside her. He could hardly wait.

"I'm sorry baby," John said apologetically, "you just drive me crazy. I promise to keep my hands to myself."

Lourdes didn't respond. She just slowly moved into her prior position and moved her hands towards John's still extremely hard cock. "No more trying to touch me, right John" Lourdes whispered as she began to stroke John's cock with both of her hands. "I don't want to break up John," she continued, "but you need to really show some self-control." She began to stroke him faster. The precum that bubbled out of his piss hole coated his cock, making Lourdes' hands glide effortlessly back and forth.

John gasped, "I'm sorry Lourdes. Really, I'm sorry. I wo... shiiit!" John began to cum, his cock spraying his warm sperm in the air, residual drops falling back on his stomach. The excess spunk from his last contraction bubbled out, coating the fingers of Lourdes who patiently milked the last bit of sperm from the softening member in front of her. John breathed a sigh of relief. It had felt good to blow his nut. In his post orgasmic bliss he felt sated.

Lourdes reached over and kissed him gently on the lips. "I'll be back in a second hon, I need to use the bathroom." She scampered off the bed, her heavy breasts slightly bouncing as she stood up. John watched her naked form. Her body was wonderfully and absolutely perfect. The dark hair just a few shades darker than her brown skin, cascaded down her slim back He just had to control himself. He just had to. He just had to be patient.

Lourdes came back and quickly jumped under the covers. "Burr it's cold" she said, but not before John had another eye full of her. His cock started to engorge. He willed it back to it's flaccid state, but it grew bigger and firmer. She reached over and gave him another quick peck on the lips reminding him that they had a big day tomorrow and had to be at the parking lot by 5:00 in the morning. She turned her back to him to fall asleep.

John couldn't help himself. He was horny again. He couldn't stop thinking about Lourdes. He started to stroke himself being careful not to shake the bed. He imagined her on her knees on the floor and him behind her pummeling her pussy. In his fantasy he was sticking his cock in her ass and her pussy, while at the same time pinching and pulling her nipples.

She was moaning and telling him how good it felt, how large he was, how filled she was. She was asking for it, begging for it. John gripped his cock tightly and slowed down the strokes, pro-longing the length of his cum as ropes of his jism flew out of his cock into the blanket. He had to bite his lip to keep from yelling out from the intensity of the experience. John fell back to a peaceful, yet troubled sleep.

Lourdes knew that John was jacking himself off to sleep. As hard as John was trying to be still, it was obvious when he came. Picturing him shooting was a turn on, but she was adamant about her feelings of not consummating the relationship until she fest ready. Until then, when she felt that she could trust John completely and explicitly, the most he would be getting were his daily hand jobs. There was no way that she was going to let him inside of her. She wasn't cruel, she didn't think so anyway, that's just the way it had to be. She drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

John scanned the parking lot again. He was recently starting to get uptight. Lourdes squeezed him close. "Don't worry hon, the other people will get here soon and then we'll leave. Look" she said, pointing her finger to the entrance of the parking lot, "I bet that's them now."

The black Hummer burned rubber entering the parking lot. The driver broke hard coming to a stop next to the bus, his tires leave a three foot skid mark on the asphalt. John and Lourdes approached the truck. John was irritated. Those morons were forty minutes late. The driver of the truck disembarked quickly. He held out his hand. "Hi, it's me Scott. Sorry we're late."

John winced at Scott's hard grip. "Good seeing you again," Scott said. It was like shaking hands with a bear. Scott stole a full body glance at the gorgeous Latina girl in front of him. Even under the wrap around skirt and her blouse, Scott could see that this girl was hot; nice legs and ass, full round wide tits that filled her blouse out pleasingly. She turned away. In disgust? Embarrassment? 'What a fucking package' he thought to himself.

Scott, quickly introduced the other four guys in their party, Mark, Craig, Paul and Manny. John said to the group as he was checking of their names on the clipboard, "Well, we better get going. We got a long way to go before we get to Vegas and we're already late." Oh, he said checking himself, this is my girlfriend Lourdes, addressing the rest of the group who had missed the previous introduction, "she is going to be assisting me on this trip."

The entire groups gave Lourdes a quick once over and it was obvious they were pretty impressed. Lourdes mumbled a greeting and told John she would meet him on the bus. All the guys in the group had a cockiness to them. They seemed too sure of themselves, too confident, and it made John nervous. He was in band when he was in school, part of the Band Geek crowd. The only thing he lettered in was the alphabet. He was a world away from this group in terms of confidence.

He knew it and he knew that they knew it too. All of they guys were in excellent shape and it was obvious they worked out frequently. John looked down at himself. He wasn't in bad shape, but felt like his legs were too skinny and overall he was too thin and lanky. He had more of a runner's body, not an athlete's body. As it was going to be a hot day, the all had dressed for it. Snug shorts, shirts and tank tops. Scott and the rest of the guys glanced at Lourdes' tight ass as she walked up the steps into the bus. John tried to pretend he didn't notice, but he did. "Well guys," he said almost apologetically, "let's go huh?"

After introducing the bus driver and Lourdes to the group, John announced the itinerary, reminding everyone the importance of getting back to the bus on time at each stop. The way John got paid was by bringing groups into casinos for pre-set intervals, usually three or five hours. All bus participants were expected to play during the allotted time. John got paid a couple hundred dollars per hour so on a given weekend he could gross a good $1,500.00 on "stops" as they were called in the industry on top of what he made by raffling off items during their bus ride.

It was a lot of responsibility and stressful to keep a busload of passengers happy. It was particularly difficult when they started getting sauced. He had thought in the past to run non-alcoholic tours, but Lourdes balked at the idea when he presented it to her. It wasn't Prohibition. Alcohol was a socially sanctioned beverage. What was important was how people handled their liquor.

Three hours into the trip the beer was flowing pretty heavily. John had already done two raffles, a bottle of Cuervo, which Scott, the passenger that was late had won, to overly boisterous yelling and clapping, and a $20.00 gift certificate to the Olive Garden, won by a nice older couple sitting towards the front. John scanned the bus. It looked like everyone was having a good time.

They would be pulling into Vegas in two or three hours depending on the traffic. Glancing out the window John could see that the traffic on Highway 15, was fairly light, so they would probably be getting to the first casino by noon or so.