Last Ticet to Vegas

I plan to write this story in chapters from both Priya and Mark's perspectives. This is my first attempt at writing erotica. Hope readers enjoy it. Comments/suggestions to improve the story are welcome.

Many thanks to long time reader on Literotica @xidaji for offering to edit my story, adding proper punctuation and paragraphing to make it an easy read.

-----------------------MARK--------------------------

I opened my apartment door for Priya, who was standing somewhat timidly in the hallway. The circumstances under which we were meeting were anything but normal. Me, a confident, successful English man recently single and still bitter from a divorce. My only light in life now was my son, who started high school just this year, and who was my everything.

She, an exotic Indian woman. Married with two kids, carrying the burden of a relationship that had long lost its shine and lustre if ever there was any. From her chats it didn't look like she even had a honeymoon phase in her marriage. Unlike me, she had given up on separation after numerous attempts of climbing up, and out. Husband not ready for divorce, parents not willing to help, etc, etc.

Priya and I had known each other for only a couple of weeks. We met on a secret adult dating site and I can't remember who initiated the first contact, but we hit it off almost immediately. Since my divorce was still ongoing, I was not ready for openly dating. She, on the other hand, was looking for a secret affair and someone to confide in about the ongoing struggles of raising a family.

We chatted extensively. Our topics of discussion drifting from family, to job, to naughty banter and occasionally to politics. Priya was so easy to talk to. I was praying she would be as hot and sexy as sharp her mind was. From her subtly flirtatious chats, she appeared to have a sex appeal that was intriguing. Something that does not reveal itself completely but urges you into wanting to explore more. She never shared her full photo, but I could only picture her in my mind as a slightly curvy woman with beautiful eyes and an innocent smile.

I am a not bad looking guy myself. At almost six feet tall, with a slender muscular body, and love for sartorial fashion, I dress smartly and carry myself quite well. If I am being modest, let's just say when I enter a room, it's hard to ignore me. And being in my fifties doesn't mean my good years of youth are behind me. In fact, I feel my age only makes me sexier.

Talking about sex, I had been without sex for way too long now and it was time I gave my little guy, well my little big guy, some attention he needed.

And now here she was. Priya... looking absolutely stunning... dressed not to impress, but rather, dressed pleasantly. Standing right in front of me after all this anxious waiting to meet her in person.

She was more beautiful than I imagined her to be. Was she really 40? Caramel skin, beautiful black eyes, a sprinkle of freckles around her nose and cheekbones (very unusual for somebody with brown colored skin, I noted) and short curly hair added a child-like feel to her round face. I would have preferred long and silky hair cascading down, racing towards the roundness of her breasts... but no, I think she was perfect just the way she was.

"Hey...", she said, smiling, revealing the train of her perfectly shaped teeth encompassed in her berry colored lips. Ohh those lips... they instantly took my mind to an image of them around my cock, stretched in an O shape by my full girth... hot... this woman was hot... I made a mental note to not stare at those lips for far too long fearing she might think I am a lunatic.

So, I moved my gaze downwards and it was met with her bosom... I could bet she wore at least a D cup bra. My fingers tingled in anticipation of taking those breasts in my hands and my cock ached to rub itself in their beautiful soft cleavage!!! Okay, mental note to not stare at her breasts too... I looked back in her eyes, a much safer place for my gaze to hold, and replied, "Hello Priya...".

All of this happened in a matter of a few seconds, my mind managing to take a quick tour in fantasy land with this woman...

I asked her in and she came inside somewhat timidly, bringing with her a hint of jasmine flower scent. She seemed a little reserved, even though our chats had crossed the line of modesty, and ventured into naughty terrain so many times.

Having fantasised about her so many times since the morning, I felt an urge to pull her up close to me, cup her beautiful face in my hands and kiss her on her eyelids, her freckle dusted nose... her soft lips...

Priya was wearing a closed neck top, a long skirt that hugged her round ass but didn't show her legs. My mind quickly made a note that her blouse would need to be ripped open, to reveal her breasts I was lusting to take in my mouth since the day she sent me a teasing photo of her cleavage slightly visible through her stupid sports bra... her skirt could be rolled up, hopefully without having to tear it to get access to her supple bottom. This woman clearly had no idea how to dress for the convenience of the man she was meeting to begin a secret intimate affair... or was this a subtle tease?

My mind kept racing to sexual thoughts and my cock strained in the confinement of my trunks, both defying instructions of my brain to behave... her modest dressing style was so damn arousing. She looked so deliciously sexy and yet somewhat unavailable at the same time. My cock squirmed impatiently, registering its protest for her selection of clothes while the decent side of my brain reminded me to make her feel comfortable first.

We shared a somewhat awkward welcome hug. Both of us making sure certain body parts didn't make physical contact with the other. I did not want her to know I was already aroused, my cock almost aiming at her underbelly now from the tent of my trousers! I prayed in my mind that she wouldn't notice.

I offered her a drink which she declined, turning her attention instead to the walls of my new apartment. She was looking at the photos of me and my son on the wall, taken during family vacations, school graduations, etc and kept chatting about this and that, her back still towards me... her bottom teasing me as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

She asked some questions about how far it was to school etc. To be honest, I wasn't interested in any of it and don't even remember what she said. All I remember now was that I feared if I didn't make a move now, this beautiful woman would probably keep talking until it was time for her to leave. I had been fantasising this day would be a lot more fun!

Finally, I decided to take matters in my own hands (well figuratively and literally) and I moved closer to her and enveloped her from behind, crossing my arms just underneath her breasts, the jasmine scent of her hair driving me crazy! How much I had waited for this moment after imagining it countless times ever since our chats started getting interesting! The inside of my arms were slightly brushing the outer edge of her breasts which I swear was accidental but felt so arousing. Startled from my sudden move, and probably sensing my erection that was probing her bottom, she shivered in my spoon hug but didn't break away from me. "Good sign. Keep going. Don't back off now.", my mind whispered to me.

I pushed her hair off her ear and pressed my lips gently to the left side of her neck. She shivered again and whimpered. Her body movement caused my already hard cock to poke further into her firm round ass through the soft fabric of her form hugging skirt. Both our bodies were warming up to each other's touch... damn... she was so supple at every place our bodies touched... like a ripe fruit waiting to be peeled and devoured.

I had to be careful and not appear as a dick head. Without breaking the embrace, I whispered in her ear, "Are you okay with me touching you, Priya?". She bobbed her head in a yes. I felt more confident now and kissing her ears, I asked, "Do you want me... to touch you... more...? In places you feel too shy to say aloud...?" She blushed and covered her eyes with her hands which I took as a yes. The prospect of how this day was going to unfold made my cock unbearably erect... I brought her hands down to her sides, and holding them in place, gently entangling my fingers with hers, I planted a long kiss on her lips.

She didn't open them to take me in so I dared a little more and pushed my tongue against her lips, parting them just enough for my tongue to slide inside her hot mouth. She was responding to my advances... damn she was hot... and sexy... and soft... and round and perky at all the right places.This woman was dangerous for me!

I broke our hug, turning her to face me, and took her in my arms again, my hands exploring her back, my lips taking her upper lip in my mouth for a brief suck... I released it, moved my head back slightly to look in her beautiful eyes, and then moving closer again, sucked on her lower lip, this time a little more urgently... my hands now squeezing her bottom.

My cock strained further, now poking her from the front, as if it had a mind of its own. It was clearly not interested in the foreplay I was initiating and wanted to plunge deep inside her sweet honeypot. I moved a little back to admire her beauty... head to toe... her beautiful hair, her innocent face... her inviting lips... her supple breasts... her flat tummy... those feminine hips. My mind started undressing her bit by bit... exposing her soft skin, her gorgeous swells and mounds, inch by inch... I don't know what made me say it but words came out of my mouth without my permission.

"These clothes are beautiful, Priya", I said, "but not right for the occasion. I could just rip them off to expose your naked body but I don't have spare ladies clothes for you for later. So, why don't you lose them one by one right in front of me now? Or do you want to spoil the fun and make it all formal? You have been naughty enough to call me 'Daddy' in your texts. Now show me the good girl that you are and strip for Daddy!"