Overrated

Tags: masturbation, urolagnia, voyeurism

"I think sex is overrated."

Her statement hung in the air and Dale stared into Linda's eyes, searching for the purpose to her sudden declaration. Or was it a challenge? He intended to find out one way or another.

"Clearly you've been bored by your lovers," Dale said with a smirk on his lips just before bringing the third pint of beer to his mouth. They had been sitting at an empty casino bar in Vegas for the past few hours while their third wheel companion spent time sitting at a nearby blackjack table.

Attending an industry conference in Las Vegas wasn't anything new to Dale or his boss Brad. Brad was always happy to be in Vegas and mostly happy about getting to play blackjack. Dale couldn't care less about gambling but was impressed that his boss could play blackjack for hours without losing serious money. What was new for this visit to the city of vice was the fact that someone from R&D attended with them. Linda was the wild card.

Dale ordered another beer and an Amaretto Sour from the bartender and looked over Linda's shoulder to see if Brad was up or down in the chips. Brad caught him spying and let a goofy grin signal his mood. The pile of chips in front of Brad had grown three fold since the last time Dale checked.

"How's he doing?" Linda asked just before tossing back the last of the dregs in her tumbler glass.

"Brad's killing it. He's going to be at the table for a few more hours from the looks of it."

"Well, since that's the case, I better go find the ladies room before I wet the barstool," Linda said with a glint of mischief in her eyes. When Dale turned his attention fully back towards Linda, she tossed her head back and raked her fingers through her thick, curly hair.

Did Linda just arch her chest toward me?

Dale thought as he watched her hop down from the barstool and walked away. She wasn't statuesque by any sense of measure but for a woman in her mid 30's, Linda was well proportioned and equally well 'put together.'

While Linda was gone to relieve herself, Dale finished his beer and walked over to Brad for a brief conversation. He knew the Blackjack dealer wasn't going to be happy with him talking to one of the players at the table. "It looks like this is going to be a good night for you."

Brad leaned back from the table, "How's it going with the calculator?" Brad didn't break his concentration from the cards being dealt at the table.

Dale laughed, "She's actually pretty funny once you get a few drinks in her."

Brad signaled to the card dealer for a hit and then waved to stand. "That's probably not the only thing she wants in her."

"Perhaps," Dale replied. "Either way we'll probably get one more round at the bar and then take off. It is ...," Dale checked his cellphone, "... almost 1 AM. Do you want to share a cab back to the hotel?"

Brad watched the card dealer flip her cards up and then bust on 23 before answering. "What? And be a third wheel in the backseat?" The dealer placed a stack of 5 blue chips in front of Brad before retrieving his hand of 20. "Anyway, I'll probably be here for awhile," he said while pointing towards several large stacks of mostly blue chips.

Dale winked at Brad, "Don't bet the farm."

Brad replied quickly, "Don't fuck the help." After a short pause he added, "Or do. What the fuck do I care about that?"

When Dale returned to the bar there were fresh drinks waiting for him. It was time for him to figure out what Linda's expectations were for the rest of their time together this evening.

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Linda quickly found the Ladies room and settled into the middle stall. While she knew it was late in the evening, or early morning in actuality, she found herself wanting to stay with Dale as much as possible.

She hiked up her navy blue skirt and pulled down the powder blue Victoria Secret panties that she loved to wear. Sitting down on the toilet she quickly checked the crotch area that was stretched open between her knees. Her lips rolled against each other as she confirmed her assumption. Her panties were very damp from her excitement. She closed her eyes as the relief of peeing rolled through her body and her imagination of Dale slipping himself inside her made her pussy tingle with a delightful buzz.

Fuck, how horny can I be?

Linda questioned herself.

Horny enough to think about fucking while taking a piss I guess.

She let out her stream as slow as possible while enjoying the warm wetness that spread out on her ass and sparsely hairy labia. This feeling always reminded her of the wet slickness that the same area would get from sex.

Linda had not touched herself sexually for many weeks and she would never confess how many months it had been since she last fucked a guy but apparently her clitoris was not going to be ignored any longer. She slipped her right hand down between her thighs, letting the tips of her first and middle finger trace the groove between the wet, swollen lips of her pussy.

Great, horny and drunk,

Linda thought when the warm steady stream of her pee registered on her fingers in addition to her intimate lubrication.

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"Wet your whistle?" Dale slid a fresh drink towards her spot at the bar.

Linda gave Dale a coy look as she climbed back up on the barstool. She had decided to cut herself off from any more alcohol back in the Ladies but over ruled her own directive and picked up the tumbler of her favorite poison. "Here's mud in your eye," Linda half-heartedly toasted her glass towards Dale.

"Here's looking at you, kid," Dale replied, returning the toast with his pint glass.

They both sat for a while in silence while not exactly uncomfortable in their own company. It could be said that the game of chicken was on; as in, who would start talking first. Dale made the first move and broke the silence. "Your work."

That was the last thing Linda had on her mind and felt a sudden jolt of embarrassment, maybe even a dash of shame, when the reason for her to be in Las Vegas in the first place began to replace the wanton desires. Dale watched the mental metamorphosis play out on Linda's facial expression, even her sitting posture started to tighten up. He reminded himself that Linda took her work very seriously and if she decided to engage in work mode then this evening might be over at any moment.

"Your work is very left brain. You've invested many years in developing your talent, receiving a Masters in Mathematics, working through the ranks of qualitative research. Even your second degree in behavioral science has more logical analysis than one would think. As I see it, accomplished would be an understatement. Now that we've spent some time outside of our typical company roles, away from the office, I would be short sighted not to see you in a more complete picture."

After listening to Dale, Linda relaxed a bit on her barstool taking note that it was a lot warmer than it would normally be. Her mouth was suddenly dry but she fought the compulsion to reach for her drink, instead kept her mouth closed hoping that the saliva would return. She did want to respond to Dale's words, her mind quickly sorting through his list of characteristics he attributed to her, however she didn't want to interrupt his thoughts since Dale had put some effort into delivering them to her. If nothing else, Linda wanted to know exactly what was on Dale's mind.

Dale leaned in closer to Linda. "Here's what I'm thinking. You've never had a lover fully see your needs in a complete picture, you've probably felt that your sexual role was diminished to simply a sex object, something to be obtained rather than independently conjoined. I think there's a very good chance that your sexual partners were short sighted of your value and talent, perhaps intimidated by your intelligence, nevertheless selfish in sharing the experience with you. You're conclusion of sex being overrated would be an accurate assessment giving these circumstances."

Linda couldn't help but smile, "Well, you've been thinking about this a lot. And in such a short amount of time. I should probably go take another piss and see what you come up with next." Linda mentally grimaced at her crude choice of word,

piss

, after being complemented among other things as intelligent. Somehow

urinating

seemed even less desirable even though a few minutes ago she had been enjoying the feeling of her urine on her thighs, butt and fingers.

Dale measured Linda's response for a moment, staring into her rich green eyes, wanting to see deeper into her than possible. "Am I full of shit?"

Linda reached for her drink, hoping his intense stare would break by the motion of her hand. Dale didn't even flinch. "You may not be wrong," she whispered then licked her dry lips and brought the edge of the glass to them.

Fuck, is he going to say 'my place or yours?'

"I hope I didn't overstep and offend. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable."

Linda couldn't help but down half her drink. It was a bit more than she intended and coughed a bit afterward. Dale handed her a cocktail napkin which she took to wipe her lips. "Sorry."

Dale waved to the bartender, "You should hydrate." When the bartender appeared in front of them he ordered ice waters in to-go cups for the both of them. Dale noticed the look of confusion on Linda's face. "We can leave whenever we're ready. I just thought it would be good to have water with us for the ride back to our hotel on the strip."

"You're quite the thinker and planner. I was just wondering if you had any ideas for a bored statistician," Linda asked then wondered if her suggestion was too ambiguous.

"May I suggest something?" Linda passed her upturned hand in between them, the silent signal to proceed.

Dale took a drink of his beer then vocalized his thought, "I suggest that you build trust with your sexual partners by sharing your unspoken desires and private pleasures. If you keep them to yourself, you're only holding yourself back."

That's not going to happen, ever!

Linda heard her internal voice say.

That's too personal let alone embarrassing!

"Yes, it's a big risk," Dale said, as if answering Linda's unspoken question. "You'll never be bored when you find the reward of that risk is bigger than you can imagine. Vegas was built for risk and reward but you have to place the bet to make take a shot at the prize."

Linda thought about Dale's suggestion and wondered if he was right about trust. "So, building trust is on me?'

"Not just you. Trust is a two way street that's built from the ground up. And over time," Dale replied before leaning closer to Linda. "I trust you. I'm also interested in exploring the role that trust brings with you."

Linda tilted her head to one side, towards Dale specifically.

Again, is he going to say 'my place or yours?'

Dale sat still and waited for Linda to ask her next question. He waited. He took another sip from his beer, still waiting.

"What exactly are you interested in?"

"Oh, I'm interested in a great many things," Dale lit up. "And, yes, I'm very interested in you."

Linda frowned, "You said something about roles. I'm not interested in playing games."

Dale reached for Linda's hand, "Allow me to speak plainly. I want to spend as much time with you as I can because I find you smart, funny and attractive. I'm hoping you are also interested in much the same with me. I don't play games. That said, what I do know is the more intelligent a person is the more imaginative the sexual relationship demands can be. And the only way to get to that level is through deeper trust in every way possible. Getting to know someone in only a physical sense is shallow, Sharing the sexual mindset for desires is terrifying without trust."

Linda used her free hand to take another drink when she noticed that the ice waters had arrived without her being aware that the barkeep had just come and gone. "So, yes, I want you. And you trust me. What is it you trust me with?" Linda felt her face flush with heat when she realized that she just confessed her desire for him as well as her wet pussy pressing against the barstool. She wondered if he was hard in his pants.

"I think at this point, to build trust between us, that you should be in a position of control. I think you should take some bedroom pictures of me," Dale suggested. Linda's look of shocked surprise was a mix of confusion and horror. Dale continued, "As the photographer, you call the shots. You say what happens, when it happens. You only have to please yourself with the pictures you take. I'm the model and only want to please you with my willingness to do whatever you ask."

Linda sat silently in her thoughts, her mind spinning through a litany of positive and negative outcomes. Dale casually finished his beer, checked the time on his cellphone, waved to Brad and when he turned his attention back to Linda, it was as if she had turned to stone.

"Should we grab a cab now?"

Dale's words snapped Linda out of the mental gymnastics meet with several blinks of her gorgeous green eyes. She realized that she pretty much zoned out for the last few minutes and hoped that she had not missed anything else Dale had suggested. When she hopped down from the tall barstool she immediately realized two things: she probably over drank herself due to the wobbly legs she commanded to walk and that she had not yet agreed to what he suggested. Sure, she'd fuck him but she wasn't sure if she necessarily wanted to 'build trust.'

Who the fuck talks like that anyway?

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Standing at the taxi queue outside The Palms casino it was apparent, or perhaps a reminder, to both Dale and Linda that Las Vegas was basically in the desert and while warmer and drier than back home, it was also what most considered a cold place in the dead of the night. Dale held Linda close to him and she used her left arm around his waist to keep his body warmth close. It also help her to steady her footing. The fact that she could feel his erection press against her side, just above her hip, was a fun bonus.

"Thank you for bringing the water," Linda said between sips from the straw. Now that she was outside, in the cool air and drinking water, she could feel her mind clear from the fuzzy blur that alcohol sometimes did to her. To be fair, pretty much always did to her.

It took several minutes for the line of people in front of them to clear out and the backseat of the yellow cab was a welcome relief. As Dale leaned forward to speak with the driver about the destination and the fair cost, Linda took advantage of distraction to reach her hand into his lap and press her palm into the lump of his erection and cupped her fingers around both his balls.

"Mandalay Bay"

Their car took off with expedited speed and Dale let the force of the forward motion push him back into the seat and his lips met hers with a gentle landing. Her mouth tasted sweet from the Amaretto liquor and her soft tongue was cool from the ice water she had been drinking during the wait. His tongue was hot with desire and he felt her left hand press down harder with intent.

Dale pulled back from her lips just a little, "Hello."

"Hi," Linda said in a whisper.

"Should we just have him drive us to the nearest motel?"

"Do you think he'd mind if we fucked in his backseat while he drives us up and down the strip?" Linda asked as her lips grazed against Dale's.

"No fucking or blow jobs in cab!" It took a moment or two for the pieces of unusual accented English to form an understandable statement for either of them.

Dale turned his head to address the front seat concern, "Calm down. Nothing like that is going to happen. We're just kidding around."

Linda grinned and then whispered in Dale's ear, "So, you don't want my mouth around your cock?" She pressed her fingertips against Dale's balls tighter for emphasis. "You may have noticed that my taking control isn't necessarily the root of my boredom."

Dale looked out the front windshield for a moment, taking concerned note of the driver's route. "Perhaps then it's been your playmate's issue."

"Are you bored?" Linda said in a louder tone.

"No, uh, not at all. I was just figuring out how much longer this drive was going to take."

"You can kiss me to pass the time," Linda then nearly yelled past Dale, "It's okay to kiss in your cab, right?"

"Sure. Whatever."

"See. Now it's just a question of where I plant my lips." Dale felt Linda's fingers rake over his balls and up along his hard shaft. When they came to the tip, she used two fingertips to rub and roll the distinctly sizable head gland. Dale let out a muffled groan. "That seems like a good spot."

Bang!

"What the fuck!" Dale yelled but immediately realized what created the loud noise just outside his car door. The cab rocked more and more as the driver quickly decelerated and pulled off to the side of the road. By the time the cab came to a stop, it was apparent to even Linda that one of the rear tires had blown out.

"I'll call dispatch. Another cab will have to come pick you up."

Dale was already halfway out the car door when he replied, "Don't bother, we'll just walk to the Excalibur from here."

"Really?" Linda questioned as she scooted across the backseat to leave through the door that Dale held open to the sidewalk. "We're that close?" Before she stepped out of the cab to stand up, Linda purposefully glanced at Dale's crotch area and saw a well defined outline of her handy work. Her breasts felt tight in her bra and for once she was pleased to have her excitement proud in the cool night air so Dale would enjoy looking at her as well.

"Not really. Mostly, but at least he got us on the east side of the Interstate," Dale said with a bit of restraint. He noticed her dark, thick nipples that pushed against her white, faintly floral print blouse as she stood up. "We'll catch the hotel tram from Excalibur to Mandalay. By the time the replacement cab gets here, we'll already be that far along on our own. Would you like my blazer?"

The cab driver rolled down the front passenger window. He still had his cellphone to his ear, "Hey, what about the fair?"

Dale bent down to look in the window. "You didn't take us where we wanted to go and I don't pay for things that didn't happen. I didn't request this stop. That's on you and your defective car, buddy." He removed his gray blazer and put it around Linda's shoulders.

"Thank you, kind sir." They started walking the sidewalk and crossed the street at the first intersection they came to. Linda could see some of The Strip casinos up ahead of them but it looked like they would be walking for several more blocks.

"It's the least I can do since I pretty much made a decision for you." Dale reached out with his right arm and pulled Linda closer to his side while matching her shorter stride. Being over six feet in height had a lot of advantages but Dale found walking arm-in-arm with a woman usually meant effort on his part to keep step.

The west side of The Strip, the area between The Strip and the Interstate highway was in all effect a commercial support zone with large warehouses and parking lots. Fortunately, the streets of Las Vegas were well lit and all the buildings they walked past had an abundance of security features with even more ample lighting. No cars or delivery trucks were moving about as of yet. Dale thought to himself, closer to 4 AM, that would probably change around these parts.

When they came to a short but narrow concrete bridge, Dale slowed his walk. Linda looked up to his face, "Something wrong?"

The concrete bridge that spanned over an empty storm drainage canal had three foot retaining walls on it. The crossing streets on either side of the bridge paralleled the canal looked to be devoid of any traffic as well. "I need to stop for a minute when we get to the middle of the bridge," Dale said in a low voice. Linda nodded in acknowledgement though still puzzled by the pause.