Adventures of Nicole

Part 1 - Eric

It had been one of those days. More than ten hours of meetings negotiating the acquisition of a family owned manufacturing company for a client. The family that was selling the business was very proud of what they had nurtured and grown to be a well known name in sporting goods and athletic equipment, and they were of mixed emotions in deciding to sell their financial child. As a result the negotiations were hard and not very amicable. While I consider myself an ethical person, there are times in my profession when you have to be cut throat, very controlling and a bit of a bitch. Today was one of those times. I left their offices at about seven and went back to my hotel, tired and somewhat feeling sorry for what I had done to the sellers. I showered, dressed and went to the hotel restaurant for something to eat.

Before I go any further I need to tell you about myself. My name is Nicole and I am a 38 year old attorney. I am reasonably attractive and have a fairly hot bod for my age. I've added a little weight since college, but it fortunately came to rest in all the right places. I have been married for 12 years to a college sweetheart, and the marriage is okay, but nothing to dream about. We enjoy being together but the excitement has long since gone. I travel a lot for my profession and, and although I have had opportunities for a little action on the side, I have stayed loyal to my husband. I guess I am old-fashioned that way. So tonight, just like all the other nights spent in a hotel, I was not looking for any extra-curricular activities.

I sat down, ordered my typical scotch and water and began to look at the menu. Then I saw him. He was sitting by himself at a table in a place reserved for the VIPs. He was tall, dark haired and right out of the movies. Just the way he was sitting oozed confidence. The waiter came over to him and they started laughing together. Clearly he was known here. I couldn't help but watching him, which was unusual for me. He stood and began walking toward me and I actually felt a pit in my stomach, me, the controlling bitch of an attorney, getting nervous just because some guy, admittedly a stud of a guy, started walking toward me, get a hold of yourself girl. Wait .... he was going to walk right by me .... but then he stopped ... he leaned over and picked something off of the floor and turned toward me and said "Excuse me but I believe you dropped your napkin," and with that he handed me the napkin and our hands touched. I felt like a little kid in elementary school, getting excited over a small thing like the touch of a hand. Then he said "Are you eating alone? When I travel I always hate to eat alone, why don't you join me at my table? I am a frequent customer here and they treat me pretty well." Without waiting for my answer, he reached for my hand and before I knew it I was sitting at his table.

I couldn't believe it. I am the person that is usually in charge. I make the decisions, and here I am, almost at his total mercy. I am acting like a star struck teenager, what is going on here. We talk and he asks me all about who I am and what I do. I find out that his name is Eric and he is the president of a company that operates a chain of hotels, including this one. In less then twenty minutes, it seemed liked we were life-long friends. The conversation was easy. He was funny, charming, and VERY HOT. He ordered for me and we had several more drinks, including some of the best wine I have ever experienced. I found myself telling him things that I don't even think I've discussed with my girl friends. The time passed like the landscape when viewed through the window of a fast moving train, and we had soon finished the meal. He asked if I would like to take a walk and I agreed without hesitation. I was totally in his spell and I did not want this evening to end. We were in Las Vegas and we started walking down the strip, laughing, talking and totally involved with each other. We were by the Bellagio and started watching the water fountain show. There was a crowd of people and he escorted me up to the front and stood behind me. I could feel his body nest to mine, and I started getting turned on. I had goose bumps and he asked me if I was cold. I said I was (even though this wasn't reason for the bumps,) and he put his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. I could feel his breathing on my neck and his lips by my ears as we continued talking above the noise of the crowd. I put my arms on his arms and my hands on his, and he began caressing my fingers. I returned the caresses. I don't know whether or not it was my suppressed dreams or reality, but I could feel him getting hard against me. I started to imagine what he might be packing in that nicely pressed pair of slacks he was wearing, and a smile came to my face.

As our hands were caressing each other's, one of his touched my breast, not a grope, but rather just a passing touch, almost accidental, but I leaned into it. Whether or not it was a signal, he took it as one, and this time his fingers started to explore the bottom of my breast. I took a deep breath, my heart started beating much faster than it had done in years. It didn't take long before those self-assured fingers were caressing my nipple. If my nipples had become anymore erect, they would have pierced the clothing I was wearing. I loved it, and the fact that it was happening right in front of a crowd of people made it all the more exciting. I dropped my one arm started caressing his leg and he pulled me closer. This time I knew he was getting hard and I pushed my ass toward him. I so much wanted to feel his cock against me.

A sudden movement of the crowd jostled us and during the jostle my hand, that had been caressing his leg, ended up right on his cock. My first reaction was one of embarrassment, but that was immediately followed by an "oh wow, what do we have here" feeling. I didn't move my hand because what I was touching was rock hard and much more than a handful. This guy was not only handsome, intelligent, funny and very debonair; he was also hung like nothing I had ever experienced.

By this time one of his hands had unbuttoned part of my blouse and was working its way under my bra, and the other began exploring my lowering stomach, and, having clearly been given the "dive" command, was purposefully working its way toward the depths of my crotch, like a submarine on a life preserving mission. He began kissing the back of my neck and tenderly biting my ears. I was so wet, there was definitely no going back now, husband or no husband.

I began grouping his cock like there was no tomorrow, and he, hidden by the crowds, had worked up the front of my skirt and had his other hand in my panties. He was fingering my pussy, and his hand was confident and knowing. He varied between gentle caressing and intense probing, all at the right time and in the right places. He knew all my parts as if they had been his for a life time. I couldn't help but thinking HOW the people beside us would react if they only knew. I was so close to cumming and we had really only just begun. He heard my moans and they urged him on. I'm glad all the other people were enjoying the fountains, but the only show I was interested in was the one in which I was now involved. I was so wet and turned on enough that I was about to start my own water show. God, did I want him inside of me. That beautiful cock that I was touching, I imagined what it would be like inside of me. His fingers were good, but his cock would be so much better.

Just then the crowd began to applaud and their show was over, and so it appeared, was mine, or at least the first act, and I could hardly wait for the second act. Just in time to avoid giving the crowd an additional sight to look at, I turned around toward him and embraced him closely. We kissed, and kissed, and kissed, like we were alone. By now the crowd around us had dissipated and as we still embraced, he used the camouflage to re-button my blouse and help me rearrange my skirt. We looked in each other eyes and smiled.

He took my hand and said "Shall we go back to the hotel my dear?" The question was rhetorical because he already knew my answer. I can also assure you that the pace of our return to the hotel was much faster then the walk when we left the hotel. We returned and went to his room, which of course was the penthouse suite. What happened then is beyond your imagination, but that is chapter two of my story. Are you interested?