It wasn't even noon yet and the temperature had already soared well above a hundred degrees.

Amanda glanced out her office window and watched as the summer heat rose off the pavement in waves. She hated this time of year, for more reasons than one.

Creating a mental list of sorts, she started with sweat in ungodly places and ended with frizzy humidity hair. In the middle of all that, being stood up at the altar.

June marked a year since Colin had walked out on her for another woman. While the pain and hurt had subsided, she still missed having someone in her life to share things with.

And sex. She really, really missed sex.

With a heavy sigh, she plopped down in her office chair. Of course, this was summer in Las Vegas. If she really wanted to, she could pick up some unsuspecting bachelor at the blackjack tables and talk him into bedding her for the night.

But, that was the problem. One-night stands weren't exactly Amanda's thing.

And it wasn't that finding a man was difficult to do. At thirty-two, she still looked good, with a fit physique and long brown tresses that nearly reached her ass. Even at the grocery store—where she would regularly show up in yoga pants, hair in a ponytail, and without any makeup on—men were craning their necks to get a good look at her ass.

But, that still hadn't helped get her laid after Colin. Amanda's pickiness was her biggest problem. She just hadn't found a guy who intrigued her enough to sleep with yet.

A couple hours later, she entered her lonely apartment. Tossing her keys and purse on the counter, she looked around at the lonely space. "This is what Friday nights have become," she said with a heavy sigh and a shake of her head.

Grabbing a bag of salad out of the fridge and a bottle of merlot from the wine rack, she made herself a light supper. Cooking a heavy meal was pointless when it was hot outside, especially if she was only cooking for one.

Colin and her lack of a love life were still on her mind as she ate alone. Watching a romantic comedy she had seen a thousand times on television, Amanda tried to zone out by fantasizing about what it would be like to have a man in her life again.

How it would feel to have his fingertips caressing her skin. How amazing it felt to feel his hard cock entering her pussy, pounding her until she came over and over again.

Three glasses of wine later, Amanda found herself sliding her yoga pants down her thighs.  She reached into her panties and furiously began rubbing her clit back and forth, causing her knees to get shaky.

She shut off the television and headed towards her bedroom. A hot, steamy shower sounded divine to her. Stripping the rest of her clothes off and leaving a trail all the way to the bathroom, she turned on the water slowly to warm it up. When steam had filled the cramped space and fogged up the mirror, she stepped into the shower stall, letting the water flow over her breasts and down her body. It felt so good that she instinctively reached up and began to massage one of her nipples, pinching and rolling the nub with her fingertips.

Not ready to stop there, Amanda unhinged the shower massager from its perch and switched the stream over to the pulsate setting. Lowering the head between her inner thighs, she positioned the warm flow just over her clit.

The pressured sensation of the water had her writhing in pleasure.  Her knees began to shake, causing her to brace herself against the tiled wall.

Moaning in delight, she decided that the water alone wasn't enough to drive her towards a full orgasm. Amanda shut off the shower, grabbed a towel, and dried off quickly.

Lying down on her bed, she reached inside the nightstand to pull out her vibrator. In the last year, she could count her battery-operated toy as her only sex partner. But, it knew exactly what she wanted and wouldn't dare break her heart.

Switching it on, she slipped it between her legs and onto her clit. Feeling extra ambitious, she slipped two fingers inside her own pussy and began rotating them back and forth, stimulating her most sensitive spot. In and out she went, feeling the muscles contract as she did.

The heat built up in her body like lava. Amanda screamed aloud moments later when the force of her orgasm sent her tumbling over the edge.

As she lay back against the pillows panting, her mind began to spin. While masturbation was a quick means to an end, she really missed having a partner.

It was then that she made a promise to herself. This would be the last solo sex session she for a while. She was going to find a man to seduce, and it was happening tonight.

***

The Red Dog Saloon had been her favorite hangout in college. Far off the strip, it offered the classic Vegas atmosphere she had always loved without a crowd of tourists. While it had been over a decade since she had set foot in the place, Amanda was relieved to discover it really hadn't changed much while she was away.

Fidgeting slightly in the short black dress she had decided to wear, she crossed the dance floor and walked directly up to the bar. The buzz from the wine had long since faded, which meant she needed a drink fast if she was going to put her plan into action.

"Whiskey, on the rocks," she ordered. The bartender nodded and placed the drink in front of her moments later. Amanda downed it in one quick gulp before ordering another and repeating the process. Looking around, she began to size up a couple potential candidates to fulfill her sex plan. There was a good-looking one to her left and two more average prospects to her right.

Upon closer inspection, the one on the left had a ring on a very important finger. Amanda pouted a bit. Married men were obviously not a stellar choice for nights of wild sex.

Sighing, she turned her attention to the two on the right. Amanda watched them for a moment, studying them. One leaned in and kissed the other full on the mouth, making it obvious both men were together as a couple. This scene continued for a while, with both of them groping and touching each other in very intimate ways.

There was something about watching two men make out that caused her to stir. Heat pooled between her thighs and she began to wonder what it would be like to have both of them thrust upon her.

One fucking her pussy, while the other fucked her ass. She could just imagine all three of them coming together, the two men filling her ass and her pussy with their thick juices while she writhed in ecstasy.

But, Amanda was way too conservative for that. The bartender set another drink in front of her, causing her to come out of her fantasy. A pink heat rose on her cheeks and she thanked him.

She was just about ready to give up on her whole plan when a familiar voice caused her to lose all thought.

"A pretty girl like you only drinks whiskey like that when she wants one thing," a deep growl whispered in her ear.

She turned around quickly to see who was standing behind her. Once she realized where the voice had come from, her mouth dropped open in shock. "Wow, Trent. I didn't expect..."

"Don't look so surprised to see me," he interrupted, a wicked grin turning up at the corners of his mouth.

Colin was Trent's older brother by a little more than a year. However, in the several years she had gotten to know them, Amanda realized that the pair could not have been more different.

Where Trent stood above six feet tall, Colin was at least four inches shorter than his younger brother. While Colin was busy working on becoming the next Fortune 500 CEO, Trent preferred racing fast cars and pure adrenaline.

Where Colin was supposed to be the safe bet for marriage material, Trent was supposed to be the one to love 'em and leave 'em. So much for that.

Of course, Trent had also been the better looking of the two. Amanda could count several encounters with Colin where she had closed her eyes and fantasized about his younger brother doing naughty things to her body.

The wheels began to turn in Amanda's head. Perhaps going out tonight to find someone to fuck wasn't such a bad idea, especially now that she'd run into Trent. Plus, flirting with a man she practically already knew could turn out to be fun. Especially one that she had been dying to see naked from the moment she met him.

"Actually," she said, touching his arm playfully and leaning over to show off cleavage unhidden by the dress' low-cut neckline. "You are absolutely right. Why don't you sit down and let me buy you a drink."

A grin of pure male appreciation spread across Trent's face. "No need to get me drunk, honey. Just tell me what a girl like you is doing out way after her bedtime and we can talk."

Amanda scowled. Was she really that easy to read?

"What makes you think there is a reason why I'm out at a bar on a Friday night?"

Trent pursed his lips for a moment before roaring with laughter. "Listen, I know what you are after. A dress like that wouldn't be at a place like this unless you were looking to get laid." He leaned in close again, his breath warm against her ear. "So, go ahead and ask."

Amanda sighed. As she saw it, she had two options. She could spend another hour trying to play coy before she asked him back to her apartment. Or, she could just flat out ask.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered under her breath, too low for him to hear in the crowded bar. Batting her eyelashes and flashing a coy smile, she looked up at him. "Trent, will you come back to my place and have wild sex with me?"

He planted a smoldering kiss on her lips, the kind that shook her to her core and left her wanting more. "I thought you'd never ask."

***

Luckily, the cab ride to Amanda's apartment was less than ten minutes away. This left no room for her to lose her nerve or her whiskey buzz.

"So, really Mandie... what are you doing out, trying to pick up strange men?" Trent asked, his hand protectively settled high up on her thigh.

She let out a sigh. Nobody had called her that in since she was a child. It usually irritated her to no end, but somehow hearing it come from Trent made it alright. "It is a long story."

"One that probably starts with my stupid fuck of an older brother, I presume."

Amanda let out a small laugh at his candidness. "Why ever would you guess that?" she asked, sarcastically.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because the entire time you dated him, I never once saw you in a dress like this." His fingertips played lightly with the hem of her dress, which came down just barely long enough to cover up her pussy.

"Like you would have noticed anyway, Mr. Blonde-Bimbo-On-Your-Arm-Every-Other-Night?" She let out another giggle and rolled her eyes. "Seriously, I don't think I ever saw you with the same girl twice."

Trent set his jaw, causing her panties to dampen. There was something purely raw and masculine in his look that gave her goose bumps. "You have it all wrong, my dear." His lips began nuzzling the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder, sending waves of arousal down her spine. "If you hadn't been with my brother, that wouldn't have been the case."

"Is that so?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. "You mean to tell me that a playboy like you would have dropped Barbie for someone like me?" An incredulous laugh escaped her throat.

Trent reached up and cupped her cheek. "That's what you don't understand. Had you been single, I would have never thought twice. It was always you I had my eye on, Amanda."

Amanda was stunned. A good-looking guy like Trent had never even showed her the slightest bit of interest. And here, he was all out admitting he'd had a thing for her while she was engaged to his brother?

Before she could reply, the cab pulled up in front of her apartment building. Trent paid the driver the fare plus a sizeable tip before walking around to open her door. As he helped her from car, she couldn't help but noticed how amazingly delicious he looked in jeans and a tight black t-shirt.

"Lead the way," he instructed, placing his hand on the small of her back as she steered him towards her apartment.

As soon as she had closed the door behind them, Amanda immediately felt an increase of brazenness after their conversation in the car. She pushed her body up against Trent's, pinning him against the door. Crashing her lips upon his, she let her hands roam his body while he let out a slight moan.

She was a little disappointed when he broke the connection between them, placing his hands on her shoulders and putting space between their bodies. "Before we do anything, I need to ask you a couple questions."

An annoyed look crossed her face. "Fine. Go ahead."

Trent took her hand and led her over to the sofa. Sitting down, he gestured for her to sit next to him and she did as he asked. "I want you to be honest with me. Is this the first time after you two broke up?"

Amanda considered lying to him, but changed her mind. She didn't say anything, but simply nodded.

"And how long has it been?"

"Today actually marks a year."

Trent sighed and she could see the wheels turning in his head. Finally, after a few tense moments of silence, a slight grin spread across his face and he stood up. "Very well, then."

She let out a little cry when he picked her up and cradled her petite body in his arms. "Show me the way to the bedroom, babe. Because we are going to make sure tonight is something will always remember. In fact, why don't we make this a weekend you'll never forget."

Amanda could only gesture and moan in the direction of her room as his lips came crashing back down on hers. Excitement and pure arousal pulsed through her veins. Finally, she broke the connection. "And what do you get out of this?" she whispered hoarsely as Trent set her gently on the bed.

"Two days and three nights to convince you to be mine."

The words caused her to shudder. She was just looking for sex, and Trent was already promising her the world. It felt scary and strange and amazing... all at once.

Reaching the hem up, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. Next came boots, belt, jeans, and boxers. She licked her lips when he revealed his thick erection, protruding out and begging to be sucked hard.

He stopped her as she started to take her clothes off, pulling her hand above her head and holding it there. "Not yet. I want to take my time undressing you."

The intimacy of the words combined with the pure lust she felt for this man overwhelmed her.

For a minute, Amanda felt slightly awkward about the whole situation. Here she was, about to get fucked senseless by her ex's little brother. But those feelings instantly washed away the moment she felt Trent ease up the hem of her dress and tug off her black lace panties.

Gently, but with enough masculine force, he eased her legs apart. Once he had revealed her pussy, he kneeled down and began flicking his tongue across her clit in teasing strokes.

Fire coursed through Amanda's body. Between the tenderness from the intense orgasm she had given herself hours before and the return of a long forgotten sensation of being tongue lashed, she was nearly on the brink of absolute ecstasy. With each warm stroke, she could feel her pussy emitting the creamy wetness that came with full-blown passion.

"Oh... My... I'm about to come," she hissed, biting the inside of her cheek. The first orgasmic wave came so violently that Trent had to hold her legs firmly in place with his hands so that he could continue his task of pleasing her. The second immediately followed, causing Amanda to shudder violently. By then, he had inserted two fingers inside her cunt, moving them in time with the rhythm of his tongue as he felt her spasm around them.

Once she had finished vibrating around his hand, he leaned up and pulled the dress over her head. Reaching under her, he unclasped the black strapless bra she had been wearing at tossed it off the side of the bed.

They were both naked. Beautifully, gloriously naked.

He reached down to his jeans and grabbed something from his wallet. A second later, she could hear the sound of a wrapper being torn apart.

Although Amanda could see that he was fully hard, she watched intently as he stroked his cock up and down a few times before rolling on a condom and climbing back onto the bed.

Spreading her legs again, Trent teased her already swollen clit with the tip of his penis, causing her to gasp in delight.

"That's exactly what I want to hear," he said, chuckling.

Before Amanda had time to respond, he thrust into her opening, hard and deep. A little cry escaped her mouth. After a period of time without intimacy, it took a moment for her vagina to accommodate his intense thickness.

But damn if it didn't feel amazing.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" He asked, reaching up and stroking her cheek.

All she could do was move her head back in forth to tell him no. He slowly started to rock back and forth in response, causing another wave of pleasure to rise up in her body.

Amanda closed her eyes as the sensation washed through her. When she finally opened them, she looked up to see a triumphant smile on Trent's face.

"You are enjoying this way too much," she said.

"Oh, not as much as you will be." As if to punctuate his response, he thrust into her deep and hard again. Continuing this pace for a few moments, he then grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over on her stomach, never once allowing his cock to slip from her pussy.

Expertly placing pillows under her hips to help elevate her, he began pumping in and out of her with a quick pace. Trent only stopped long enough to plant a trail of kisses down her back, traveling between her shoulder blades and down to her ass. With each one, Amanda felt a chill of pure pleasure.

When he started his rhythm again, she could feel his balls hitting her pussy, the contact causing an electrical feeling against her clit.

She was on the verge of another orgasm when she heard his breath catch. Amanda came hard just as he did, pumping into her a few more times as he spilled his seed into the condom.

He had just collapsed on top of her, panting, when she had an idea. Remembering her Kegel exercises, she clamped her pussy down on his cock, causing him to shudder one final time.

"Damn, girl." It was all he could manage. After a few moments, he rolled off of her and stood up.

"Bathroom is through that door," she said, gesturing as she rolled over onto her side.

Trent thanked her as he made his way down the hall Amanda could hear the shower turn on and see steam quickly escaping the cramped space.

A moment later, he was back in the bedroom, helping her stand up. "Let's get both of us cleaned up."

For the second time, Amanda was touched by how intimate he was making this. Was he always like this with the random girls he fucked?

Taking her hand, he led her into the bathroom. Trent held back the shower curtain, letting her climb in first. Pulling it closed behind him, he followed suit. He planted a smoldering kiss on her lips as the warm water flowed over both of them.

After a couple of moments, he pulled back causing her to whimper. With a chuckle, he grabbed the bottle of fruit smelling body wash off the shelf and poured some into his hand.

"Patience, babe. I never said we were done tonight." Amanda gasped as he carefully spread the soap across her body, caressing her ultra tender clit as he cleaned her up. Adding a bit more of the slippery concoction to his fingertips, he gently massaged her breasts.

She couldn't believe how good it felt or that taking a shower with another human being could be so incredibly sexy. Finally, just as she was about to come again, Amanda decided to take matters into her own hands, literally. She began to stroke his erection, which had now returned in full force. Trent braced himself against the tile wall as she dropped to her knees.

In one quick motion, she slipped his cock between her lips and to the back of her throat. Gagging a little, she began to bob her head up and down.

"Sweet Jesus, that feels good," he whispered briskly. She continued her task of taking his thick member down her throat, stopping briefly every so often to suck hard on the tip. Little droplets of pre-cum were forming on the head, which she eagerly lapped up with her tongue.

Finally, Trent grabbed her by the shoulders and stood her up. Shutting off the water, he threw open the shower curtain.

"While I wholeheartedly appreciate what you just did," he said with a smirk. "This is not about me, tonight." Grabbing a bath towel off the rack, he draped it around her shoulders to keep her warm.

Lifting her up, he placed Amanda on the countertop next to the sink so that she was seated in front of him with her slit at the edge.

Kneeling, Trent began to tease her pussy with his tongue once more. Only this time, instead of focusing on her clit, he began fucking her cunt with his mouth. Pleasure flooded Amanda, and it didn't take long until she was having another orgasm.

How many had this been tonight? She'd long list count. Nor had she ever experienced anything like she had with Trent.

When her shaking subsided, she collapsed forward and he caught her. Taking her spent body in his arms, he carried her back to the bed and laid her down. Covering her naked form up with the duvet, he whispered softly in her ear, "Goodnight, sweetheart."

***

That tender message was the last thing Amanda remembered before waking up the next morning. Alone, she blinked her eyes and half wondered if she had dreamed up the whole encounter. It wasn't until she rolled over that her pleasantly aching pussy told her the whole thing had been real.

There was no note or sign of Trent anywhere in the apartment. Furious and a little disappointed, she pulled on an old t-shirt and a pair of panties.

"Weekend to remember, my ass." Amanda didn't know why she was so furious. Sitting down at the edge of her bed, tears began to roll down her cheeks. They came so hot and so violently; there was no way to stop them.

She really wasn't sure if it was better to have had a one-night stand with a man she knew well enough, or whether it had been wiser to fuck someone she didn't know how to get ahold of.

Choked sobs had just begun to escape when she heard the front door of the apartment open.

"Babe, don't cry." Trent had heard her from the living room and raced in to see what the matter was. As soon as Amanda saw him standing at the bedroom door, two cups of coffee and a paper bag in his hands, her tears turned to embarrassed laughter.

He set breakfast on the dresser and sat down beside her, taking her face in his hands. Wiping away the saltiness with his thumbs, he planted a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Wow, I'm sure this is sexy as hell," she said, pulling back.

Trent let out a small sigh. Like most men, crying women wasn't exactly his thing. But his strong need to comfort her won out over his general instinct. "Now tell me what's wrong," he instructed.

"It's stupid, really." Amanda flipped her hand in the hair, trying to brush off the whole thing. His glaring look told her that he wasn't going to drop it, so she continued. "You weren't here when I woke up, so I thought you..."

"Left without saying goodbye." Trent shook his head. "Gee, good to know you think I'm that much of a jerk," he teased.

Amanda barely had time to open her mouth to try and explain before his lips angled over hers in a sweet kiss. "A deal is a deal. I promised you a weekend you wouldn't forget, remember? From my calculations, this is only Saturday morning. We aren't nearly done yet." His tongue slipped in her mouth, dominating her both physically and mentally.

After a few minutes, he pulled back and gently started to stroke her back. "I brought coffee and breakfast," he declared.

Amanda smiled. She and Colin had been together for years, yet he had never shown as much thoughtfulness as his little brother was presenting her with now.

Taking a bite of the breakfast burrito he offered her, she sighed with delight. After a night if rowdy sex, food tasted especially good. It was then that she noticed he'd showered and changed clothes while he was away.

"Eat up," he said with the same wicked grin she was beginning to really enjoy seeing spread across his face. "You're going to need your strength in a little bit."

Sure enough, Trent wasn't kidding. Amanda had barely finished breakfast and most of her coffee before he was teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Moaning, she arched against his palms. Already feeling the now familiar dampness between her thighs return, she instinctively reached between them. Brushing her panties aside, she dipped her fingers into her own sweet honey pot, coating them with creamy juices. Now slippery, she began to roll them over her clit in a circular motion.

Trent's raging hard on was now evident through his khaki cargo shorts. After a few moments of watching Amanda pleasure herself, he couldn't contain himself. He pulled back from caressing her nipples and slipped the fabric down his hips, taking a pair of boxer shorts with them.

Amanda discarded her panties and laid back against the pillows. Bracing himself above her, Trent slipped his cock into her pink little mouth. She instantly began sucking and teasing with her tongue, as he thrust in and out of her lips from above.

When he was just about ready to come, he pulled out. Grabbing a condom from the pocket of his shorts, he rolled it over his thick erection.

Returning his attentions to Amanda, he slipped in between her thighs. She cried aloud as he did, her already tender pussy anxious for his claiming.

As Trent rocked back and forth, alternating between long slow strokes and fast fucking, she reached down and furiously rubbed her mound. Within moments, she was crying out in pure pleasure from an intense orgasm.

Feeling her throbbing around his cock, Trent came hard and fast. Falling next to her panting, he closed his eyes.

"I have one question," he asked.

She rolled on her side, arching an eyebrow at him. "Mmhm?"

"You kept that from the male species for a whole year?"

A giggle escaped before Amanda could stop it. "Well, you know. I had to bank orgasms for a weekend like this."

Her candid banter caused him to laugh, too. "Fair enough." Rolling over to face her, he placed his forehead against hers. "Hope you're ready to make a huge withdrawal then, because we aren't even close to being done yet."

Amanda smiled. Never before in her life – even with Colin – had she felt so connected to another human being. It almost felt alien. For it to be Trent only made is stranger.

"Well, then. That makes me quite the lucky woman, huh?" she teased.

"Very lucky," he replied with a soft kiss. Wrapping his arms around her, Trent brought her close for an embrace. She sighed with contentment. This whole thing just felt good.

Seconds later, her happy thoughts became interrupted by Trent's ringing cell phone. He leaned over the edge of the bed to retrieve it from his discarded shorts.

Scowling, he cursed under his breath when he saw the name flash across the called id.

"Wow, it must be someone you really like," Amanda teased as he got up and started to put his clothes back on.

He shook his head. "Something like that." Pulling his t-shirt over his head, he leaned down and kissed her lips. "I've got to run, but be ready later. I'm going to show you what a good time really is."

Amanda smiled wide. "Alright, hot shot. It's a deal."

Find out what happens next when Amanda and Trent's weekend rendezvous continues with Teasing Amanda!