God how I hate the conventions, they are always the same, meeting, seminars, discussions, always the same. At least the locations tend to be enjoyable, especially this time. Since we are in Vegas it made it easy for me to find a companion for the evening. As they say "What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas", and that is all my husband needs to know.
The gentleman I will be spending the evening with comes highly recommended from someone I am very close to. He better at these prices.
Ah, there he is, very handsome a year or two older than me, in good shape but not bulked at least from what I can tell. Nice suit, a little scruffy around the edges, but I like that.
He strolled over to me confident as if he has known me for years. He takes my arm and proceeds to escort me out, he introduces himself as Jeff and I introduce myself as Marie. He handed his ticket to the valet and as we waited he told me that I looked stunning and gave me a quick kiss.
His car arrived and he opened the door for me and helped me in. We were then off to a little romantic restaurant that I love. The tables are spread apart and separated with plants, wall and other devices to further seclude the tables, it is all very private and intimate. We arrived, again he opened my door and assisted me out, did I just catch him glancing at my legs and was that an appreciative smile?
We walked into the restaurant arm in arm and were quickly shown to our table. I slid into the booth and he then slid in next to me. The lighting was low and seductive and he looked very handsome as was being so attentive that I was in my own slice of heaven.
We quickly ordered and then had the table to ourselves. He asked me why I was in Vegas, if I was enjoying my stay, my interests, my hobbies, my work and general questions. As I answered each question he paid close attention, hanging on my every word.
I felt him move his had to my thigh as I answered his questions, his hand felt warm on my thigh, sending little tingles through my body. As I continued to answer his questions he leaned closer, I could smell him, it was a manly smell, provocative, enticing, I wanted to smell more.
As our small talk continued his hand started massaging and rubbing my thigh. His touch was firm but gentle, sending little pulses through me as he would gently grab my thigh while rubbing it.
I tried to continue the small talk but his intense gaze and rubbing made it hard to concentrate on the questions and answers. He leaned closer and I lost my train of thought as he pressed his lips on mine and gently squeezed my thigh.
His kiss sent shivers through my body. He moved his other hand to the back of my head and pulled me closer, kissing a little harder while still kneading my thigh. The he slowly pulled away, leaving me longing for more.
As if on queue the waiter brought our dinner. I struggled to regain my sense, however the food smelled absolutely delicious and this helped bring back to reality.
We ate with him continuing the small talk and still he seemed to be hanging on my every word. Every now and then he would brush my arm, push my hair over my ear, bush my leg with his, just a little touch here and there, enough to keep me tingly.
Before I knew it dinner was over and we were headed out again. As we waited for the valet he leaned over and lightly brushed his lips over my neck and shoulder, goose bumps appeared all over my body. Again when the car arrived he opened the door and helped me in, this time I made sure he got a good look at my legs as I let my dress ride up as I sat. He definitely smiled appreciatively that time.
We headed to a nice club for some dancing and again we valet parked, this time as he opened my door I leaned towards him to give him a good look down my dress. As he helped me out I saw him smiling and nodding that he enjoyed the view.
We headed out onto the dance floor, it was crowded but not so that everyone was bumping each other, just crowded enough to give each couple their own spot. The song was slow and he took me in his arms, looked me in the eyes and started to dance me around the floor.
His gaze was intense and seemed to be burning through me. I lowered my head and placed it on his chest as his gaze was beginning to light a fire within me. As we danced I could feel his hands tracing along my sides and back, they seemed to be everywhere at once. The dress was virtually backless and his warm, strong hands running across my back were beginning to heat me up.
I told him I needed a drink, he separated us and took me by the hand to the bar and ordered. I climbed up on the stool as he stood beside me. He placed his hand on my lower back as we had our drinks. As we drank he started sliding his hand up and down my back. His touch was continuing to stoke my fire.
We finished our drinks and another slow song was playing. He helped me off the stool and led me by the hand to the dance floor. This time he pulled me against his body as we swayed to the music. I could feel his body against mine, his hands again caressing my back.
He brought a hand around to my chin and lifted my head. He leaned down and kissed me, this time with firmness. This time I kissed him back, I could feel the heat building within my body. We continued to sway to the music as we held the kiss, stoking the fire within me even more.
The song ended and he broke the kiss. My legs felt weak. As I regained my senses he carefully led me back to the bar. He helped me up on the stool and as he stood next to me he had his hand on my thigh very close to the source of my heat. His had felt warm and strong and I really wanted him to slide it up and help quench my fire.
As if he could read my mind his hand move, sliding higher, still not high enough, though. All he managed to do was fan the flames.
