This memory is a continuation of an experience between friends that turned into lovers. Our first experience is captured in The Business Trip
Viva Las Vegas
After the trip to New York, Alison and I both returned to the office and things between us essentially went back to normal. We'd share flirty glances and smiles from time to time and I'd always tell her when I liked the pants she was wearing (and I'm pretty sure she knew that was code for "your ass looks great in those pants") but we simply went back to being friends. There was energy there but I think we both looked at the experience for what it was and decided to leave it in New York (but on a side note, she did read my first submission of our adventures and she completely approved).
While we both did indeed go back to our pre-New York lives following the trip, to say that neither of us remembered what happened wouldn't be true. To this day it remains one of the most erotic, sensual and completely unexpected sexual experiences of my life and I am happy that it had happened.
It is an exciting memory for me and the truth is that I've masturbated thinking about Alison and the sex we had in that hotel room on many occasions. To this day, the thought of what we did together immediately makes me horny. It was about sex, for both of us, and about realizing a fantasy when the opportunity presented itself.
While I knew that I wasn't in love with Alison, I was perfectly fine admitting that I was completely in lust with her. In certain moments, I thought about kissing her, I thought about going down on her and I generally always came quickly when I thought about our 69 that night (and our second one on the last night, too).
But when all was said and done, we were both happily married and, at least for myself, what happened on that business trip was simply turning a long-time sexual fantasy into reality. And great for me, my fantasy life continued to reap the benefits from it with the great memory that I got to play back in my head! It was amazing and sexy and wonderful and everything that I hoped it would be. I didn't have any regrets about it—but I also knew that it was a one-time thing and that it wouldn't happen again.
Until it did.
A little over a year after our trip, one of the women in our office, Laura, sent some of the other girls an email to see if we were interested in getting away for a girls' weekend to Las Vegas. She had never been and decided that she was going to plan a trip and then see who else wanted to go. I'd been to Vegas a few times before and really found nothing special about it—but I was completely up for leaving my kid with my husband to sit by a pool, drink fruity drinks, eat well and take in a show or two. I responded to the email with a hearty "Yes, please!"
Six of us ultimately responded and we talked calendars and finally zeroed in on a three-day weekend that was just about a month away. Laura offered to organize the hotel rooms via email and wrote that we'd reserve three rooms and double up in each.
I sat at my desk, looking at the email on my screen that I'd just authored, fidgeting in my chair and deciding whether or not I should actually send it. While we'd be in a group this time, Alison and I were going out of town together again—and I was into it. The thought of it and of her, combined with the pictures in my head from New York, put butterflies back in my stomach and a shake in my hand as my fingers hit send.
"Want to be roommates?"
I sat nervously at my computer, wandering in and out of panic and hope and 'oh God I shouldn't have sent that' as I waited for her response. It seemed like it took forever and I started to wish I hadn't written the email in the first place.
"Yes!" she finally wrote back and I smiled, as my mind went back to that hotel room in New York, and my stomach dropped at the possible chance that Alison and I could be intimate again.
It seemed like the next four weeks lasted a thousand years and I was counting the days until Vegas. I was looking forward to getting away from my reality for a couple of days but, and quite candidly, I was also looking forward to sharing a hotel room with Alison again. I didn't know if she felt the same way but I was obviously hoping that she did.
Finally the weekend was in front of us and we readily made plans to carpool to the airport and talked about which show we'd buy tickets for and what we'd all do during the day. We all agreed that we'd spend a good part of the weekend sitting by the pool and having drinks and eating food that we probably shouldn't be eating. They were all really fun girls and, based simply on how excited everyone was, I knew that we were going to have a good time.
The Southwest flight was full but we all sat relatively close together. I ended up sitting next to Laura, Alison was with Julie, and Lisa was with Katie. We started the weekend with drinks on the flight and everyone was in a great mood.
We landed, claimed bags and all jumped into a taxi van as we made our way from the airport to the strip, giggling, teasing each other and laughing as we talked about checking in, changing into bikinis, and planting ourselves by the pool.
We arrived at the hotel and waited in a very short line, checking in two at a time and heading to the elevators in pairs, with the agreement that we'd meet down at the pool in 15 minutes.
Alison and I walked from the elevator to the room, making small talk and looking ahead to the rest of the day. I was nervous with anticipation as we made our way down the hall, to the hotel room that I was personally hoping would become "that hot memory from Las Vegas."
She opened the door and we walked inside, with both of us letting out a good laugh upon seeing two queen beds in the room.
"I guess we're safe in this room, right?" she said with what seemed to be a bit of a nervous laugh. "We each get our own bed..."
"Yea," I said back, laughing. "We'll be forced to behave ourselves this time!"
We both started to get organized and Alison pulled her bag onto her bed and unzipped it, pushing her hands through it while she fished out her bikini.
I went through mine, too, pulling out my bright red suit and pulling my t-shirt over my head. I slid my shorts off, too, standing there in my bra and underwear as Alison continued to look for her suit.
She finally pulled a little black bikini out and my heart started to beat in anticipation of her pulling off her clothes and changing in front of me. It had been just over a year since I'd seen Alison naked and I was dying to recharge my fantasy with a new image.
But, a bit to my surprise, she gathered her suit, turned and smiled at me in my bra and underwear and walked past me to the bathroom, where I heard the door click shut.
To be honest, I was a little bit disappointed that she hadn't picked up where we left off on our last trip. I started to wonder that, perhaps, our exchange in New York was a distant memory for her and maybe she had crossed that off her bucket list and had no intention of going there with me again. I hoped that wasn't the case but I committed then and there to have a great weekend regardless of whether or not Alison wanted to get together with me again.
I turned to the mirror, unclasped my bra and slid my panties off as I ran my hand across the short pubic hairs that I'd trimmed close the night before. I looked at my naked body in the mirror, turning to the side and admiring my tan skin and feeling pleased that, finally, after having a baby and putting in a lot of work, I felt like I was in good shape again. I slid my bikini bottoms on and then the top and pulled a tunic over my head.
"Ready?" Alison said to me as she came out of the bathroom wearing a white cover-up over her bikini.
"I am," I said back. "Ready for the pool, some sun and a nice cocktail—not necessarily in that order!" I said, laughing.
"True story my friend."
When we arrived at the pool the other four girls were already there and had claimed some chairs for us. I put my bag down and went to grab a towel, offering to get one for Alison, too.
When I came back Alison had already peeled off her cover and was standing there in sunglasses and her tiny black bikini. She looked really good and her body had become even more toned since I'd last seen it. Her legs were lean and muscular and her butt was to die for, and I tried really hard not to stare!
I threw her towel on her chair and kicked my flip-flops off, as I reached to pull off my tunic and bent over to shake out my hair.
