It was winter in Las Vegas, so instead of the hit of hot air every time we stepped outside we felt the cold blast of the Furnace Mountains to the north. This is not the normal influence of these mountains and it definitely changes your attitude about tripping around the casinos looking at the newest and greatest attraction built in this adult Disney World. We were with a number of people but as the evening progressed the group started to split up. Today had been our last day of meetings and people were starting to catch return flights as early as midnight. By nine o’clock we were alone, sitting and talking over the remains of dinner.
We had slept together the two nights previously and intense it was, resulting in a quieting of that raging desire I had built up over the long period of not seeing you. I love that frantic, wild and heated lovemaking we engage in that first night after not having had any touch of each other for so many months. Now was the calm.
We sat and chatted about our lives, our families and the experiences we had undergone since we last had the opportunity to speak so intimately. We knew about each other’s daily events for we had talked during our separation, but here was deeper level of intimacy. It is feeling the experiences of another’s life instead of just hearing about events that have taken place. It is a form of lovemaking, something we are able to engage in about as often as the physical side, and just as the physical, we are unable to engage in it unless alone and at peace with each other’s presence. I like times like this for it embodies for me that sympathetic rhythm that we have managed to carry between us for so long.
So, perfectly content in each other’s presence, satisfied by food, wine, conversation and the intimate recent knowledge of each other we sat and watched the parade in front of us. While we may have been able to stay there forever, the restaurant staff decided that their turn for a private life had come. We paid our bill and began to wander away. I mentioned I had heard of a new nightclub in one of the casinos called the Leopard Room. I understood it have music and an interesting clientele. Always adventurous, you agreed and we headed out into the cold, bright Las Vegas night, catching the first cab.
Once at the hotel, it took some time to locate the elevator to the top floor where the club was situated. In our wandering we studied the décor of this representation of Venice/Milan. You have an eye for style and presented me with a free flowing commentary of the fashions present. You quickly dismissed the poorly dressed and focused on the staff and guests who dressed to the image of their surroundings. As we stood watching the crowd, show dancers from a nearby theater passed us. Covered in feathers, low cut bodices and black fishnet stockings they entranced you. By your face I could see you found them very sexy and for a moment I think you left me for somewhere else, where I do not know. When you returned from your brief fantasy you breathed into my ear “I love the feel of feathers” and then as quickly as it came, the moment disappeared, as you smiled at an elderly couple that stopped in front of us and asked loudly for the whereabouts of the nearest buffet.
We found the elevator to the club and quickly ascended to the top floor. During the flight I kissed you softly on the lips and looked into your eyes. We arrived, and holding hands, we approached the entrance. The couple in front of us were having some difficulty, about what I do not know. The discussion had just ended as we approached and it seemed as if they had been dismissed, for the doorman had only eyes for you. I find it interesting to watch young handsome men when they are first confronted by your beauty. Wearing high heels accentuates your height and posture giving you a noticeable presence. You were dressed in a long free flowing skirt with a wide belt. The slit in the skirt allowed glimpses of the shape of your leg to your mid-thigh. Your blouse was a white silk, buttoned to the point just above the bridge of your breast line, displaying the tops of your creamy bosom. You had a jacket over your shoulders and the whole effect was to frame your being in sophistication. The doorman was frozen by your languid approach, involved in the movement of your body, no doubt undressing you in his mind. Suddenly he remembered why he was there and fumbled at the latch to the silk rope at the entrance, never taking his eyes off of you. You gave him a smile as you floated past him and I simply drafted in your wake. I doubt he saw me and if it was his job to control the entrance, he must have decided the rules had nothing to do with you.
The club was dark and crowded as we came in. Trying to become orientated I noticed sliding doors leading off to a balcony in the back right hand corner. I motioned to you our direction and as we made our way through the crowds we picked up a vodka tonic and rum and coke to drink. The room had been warm but when we stepped out onto the balcony the cold air assaulted our senses. The hotel stood thirty stories and we were at the roof level. We could look down and see the lights of the Vegas strip and then look up and to see the stars of the desert sky. It was the first time either of us had seen stars in Vegas as usually the light show drowns them out. With my arm around you we put our heads together and drank in the view. In places like that, the crowd can suddenly disappear and we were alone for a few moments. I took you into my arms and pulled you against me. We kissed for a few moments and then you tucked your head into my neck. We stood like this for a few minutes (hours?) and when the crowd once again flowed back we abandoned the cold clean air for the inside of the club.
Standing just inside the door I spotted a table for two in a corner and we were able to reach it before anyone else. The table seemed to be a dark island in the little light there was and it even took the waitress a few moments to note our presence. The band came on a few minutes later and the sound level in the room increased dramatically. When the waitress returned with our drinks we had to communicate with a combination of notes and hand signals. I gave her some money and she drifted away. It was hopeless to try and talk and it seemed irrelevant anyway. I leaned against the table and you put your head on my shoulder while we watched people dancing a few yards away. I could feel your warmth against me and I was content to stay there forever sipping our drinks and observing the tide of people move to the rhythm of the music.
I was leaning on the table with my hands and arms resting on one another. The hand closest to you naturally reached out a finger and I caressed the open area of skin under your neck. I have always had difficulty being close to you and not touching you and at this moment there was not a reason to resist. I lightly caressed your skin, enjoying the feel of it and I suppose not really paying attention to what I was doing other than enjoying the tactile sensation of your body against my fingertips. In my caress I reached the valley between your breasts and my touch seemed to wander the contours of this delicious part of your body. I focused so many times on this part of you, sometimes seeing the valley, other times dreaming of the closeness of your breasts, seeing you in my mind wearing a bra, sometimes without, but always the perfect shape of your breast and nipples. After a few moments of this play, you reached up with one hand and undid a button, giving my fingers more access to this playground of sensation.
You we wearing a silk white bra with lace at the edges. The material was very thin and smooth, giving the perfect shape to your perfect breasts. It was cut deep and held together by only a narrow band of material at the center. With your blouse open further, my hand had greater freedom of caress and I moved along the gently slope, lightly touching with both sides of my hand.
