I had to fly to Vegas for a meeting with some clients. Vegas isn't one of my top cities to visit, but it's been freezing in Chicago, so I was looking forward to being in the warm weather for a few days. As I get off the plane, I can feel the warmth in the air on the jet bridge. Ahhhh, 3 days of warm weather, and since I'm traveling by myself, I can plan as much outside time as I want. As I'm waiting at baggage claim for my luggage, I notice you at the next carousel. Tall, dark hair, and I can tell you have solid body, even under your suit. I notice the ring on your left hand, letting me know you're not available. That's good, because I've been so horny lately, plus the glass of wine on the plane, I can't stop the vixen thoughts running through my mind. I think to myself, "Eye candy for my alone time later."
As I'm studying you, you look up and see me looking at you. My heart flutters, and I quickly look away, embarrassed to be caught. My bag finally arrives and I head out the door for a cab, glancing back at you, but your back was turned toward the carousel waiting for your bag. Good, at least you didn't see me looking at you twice. I get in a cab and head to the hotel, my thoughts returning to you, imagining what it might be like to kiss you, to make love to you. I'm married as well, but it's been a long time since I've been in bed with a man that really turns me on.
I check in at the hotel, requesting the highest floor available. I love to watch the city lights, plus I've learned it's normally a little quieter higher up. I change into jeans and a t-shirt, and check email to make sure the next day's meetings haven't changed. After flying and airport delays, I just want to walk around outside and take in the sights (and the warm humid air).
I'm waiting for the elevator, remembering the one negative to staying on high floors - long elevator waits. But the view is worth it. The light comes on, indicating the elevator is finally here. The doors open, and I can't believe it. You're standing there, getting off on my floor! What are the chances. Of all the hotels in Vegas, all the floors, and you're staying at the same hotel, on the same floor as me! Our eyes meet, and you say, "That's the second time I caught you checking me out. The third time there will be a charge." You smirk and walk away down the hall. Wow. Cocky, but in such an OHHH-SOOO attractive way. I was so surprised by the comment, I couldn't even reply. My heart flutters as the doors close. I'm glad no one else was in the elevator on my way down. I'm sure I was blushing and grinning thinking about the possible repercussions of your comment.
I walk around outside for a while, but don't want to get too far from the hotel. It's getting dark and I'm getting hungry. The thought of room service, relaxing with a little TV and wine, sounds great, so I head back to the hotel. As I walk through the lobby, I glance towards the bar. I see you sitting there, talking with another man who's back is to me. I try not to look at you, but I can't help myself. There's just something about the smirk and comment you gave me in the hallway upstairs, something about your eyes that keeps pulling me in. "Eye candy, remember, just eye candy." I'm hoping you don't see me looking at you, but you catch me again. You nod your head discretely, letting me know you caught me again. "Damn" I think to myself, "what is it about that man? I don't know anything about him, yet I want to take him upstairs and have wild, passionate sex." I head up to my room, thankful you were with someone and couldn't "charge" me for my third look.
After I finish my dinner, I turn on some music. TV just isn't fitting my mood tonight. The eye contact with you has my mind racing. I'm wearing just a t-shirt and panties. I let my hand wander over my breasts, down my stomach, and across my panties. I slide my panties off, and my finger starts circling my clit. Slow at first, then faster. My pussy is aching for you. My other hand goes to my pussy, with one, then two fingers sliding in and out, as my left hand works my clit. I imagine you on top of me, your cock sliding in and out of my hot wet pussy. It doesn't take long before my back is arching, pushing my fingers deeper into my pussy. Rubbing against my g-spot, I start to come. I keep rubbing the magic g-spot while working my clit, and have the best orgasm I've had masturbating in a while. I turn off the music and lights, and fall to sleep immediately, relaxed from my release. I have multiple dreams of you all night long.
Day 2 The next day's meetings come and go, and I'm relieved to be heading back to my hotel room. I'm texting while I'm walking to the elevator, so I'm not paying much attention to who's around me. I get on the elevator, along with a group of other people. I go to the back of the elevator since I'm on the top floor, and keep texting, not paying attention to the conversations around me. Several people get off on the 8th floor, and that's when I notice you standing there, staring at me. There's another man on the elevator, so you don't say anything. He gets off at the 10th floor, leaving just you and me in the elevator, heading up to the top floor.
"I caught you last night checking me out in the bar. That was number three," you say in that same cocky manner you did last night.
Staring into your mysterious eyes, I reply, "Yeah? You're gonna charge me?" I'm secretly hoping you follow through, because just looking into your eyes has made my pussy warm and wet.
The elevator reaches our floor, and you gesture me to exit first. You follow me down the hall, and I'm wondering where your room is. Surely it can't be this close to mine. I reach my door, and you're still behind me. I look back at you and you nod, as if to say "Go ahead and open your door." I don't even know you, yet I don't feel threatened by you at all. Maybe it's knowing you're married, or the look in your eyes, or both. At this point, I'm curious as hell as to what you're next move is going to be.
I open the door and you follow me in. You slowly corner me against the wall, inches away from me, but not touching any part of me. I have butterflies in my stomach, anticipating what you are about to do or say. I feel my nipples getting hard against my bra, hoping you don't notice how turned on I am.
