My husband was so excited when he told me that work had chosen him to go to a convention at Lake Tahoe. Mike is a very talented but does not have a lot of ambition, which makes it easy for work to take advantage of him; and therefore, he is only paid a fraction of what he is worth.
As you can guess, we have always struggled financially. He is without a doubt the smartest, nicest man I have ever met. If it weren't for the fact he is always helping other, he would be rich. He reminds me of Jimmy Stewart in "It's a Wonderful Life."
He and I were probably the first beauty and the geek. Mike is 6'1" and weighs 200 lbs. He runs every morning and is very strong even though he excel at chess rather than sports. Plus, he is a computer whiz kid.
On the other hand, I was popular and people told me I look like Claudia Schiffer. I got tired of guys chasing me that when I found Mike, I wanted him and the security he offered. I knew he would never cheat on me and that he would always be there for me. I have been madly in love ever since. Our sex life on the other hand... let just say, Mike is not experimental.
So when his work offered to pay an all expense trip for Mike and I to Lake Tahoe we were thrilled. Little did we know that this would be the vacation we would never forget.
They paid for everything; the airfare, the nice resort, a rental car, and the conference fees. We decided that while Mike was attending the conference, I would take the rental car and drive to Sacramento to visit my old college roommate. I hadn't seen her in years. I felt a little guilty leaving him alone but I figured I would make it up to him.
Mike seemed so excited for our trip to Lake Tahoe. I finally figured it. Some of the things he said made it clear that it he wanted to take me someplace I had never been. I love to travel but since marrying Mike I have not really gone anywhere.
This made me feel even worse about leaving him to visit my friend, but I figured he would be in technical classes all day. Anyway, we would still have a couple of days to enjoy Lake Tahoe when I got back.
Arriving in Lake Tahoe was really fun, especially seeing Mike acting like a schoolboy. He is so book smart and yet has no street smarts. I have been to Europe, Caribbean, Middle East, and I didn't what Mike to know that Lake Tahoe just didn't stack up. However, I committed to myself that I would make the most of it.
First thing we did was walk around seeing the sites, and I was surprised how much I liked it there, and how warm it was since all I heard was about skiing and the lake. I guess it was uncommonly warm for this time of year.
We then found one of the casinos and started playing 21. Neither of us had ever played 21. The only gambling I had done was strip porker in my wild days, but that was a long time ago. Mike and I sat down next three really attractive guys. One looked like Matthew MaConahey, who I think is gorgeous, and one was an attractive black guy. Just to show what an airhead Mike is, he seats me next to Matthew Maconahey, or Gary as I found out later.
It must have been obvious to everyone that we did not know a thing about gambling. I just figured that loosing would mean we would be done earlier. Since I would be leaving in the morning, this would give us a chance to make love before I left. That way I wouldn't feel so bad about leaving Mike in Lake Tahoe alone.
However, the three guys proved to be really fun and interesting. They had traveled all over the world. They told stories of exotic places, Morocco, Bangkok, Amsterdam. I really enjoyed talking to them and they were impressed that I had traveled too.
They helped Mike and I understand 21 better and each time they gave us a suggestion we won. They were practically playing Mike's hand and he loved winning. I hadn't seen him like this before. He was like a kid in a candy store.
The first time it happened I didn't think much of it; however, after several more "accidental" contacts with my breast, I realized that Gary was being a little too friendly with me. Now you can imagine the conflict, here I am sitting next to a guy who looks like Matthew MaConahey and acts like James Bond. Of course I am attracted to him and enjoying the stories he is telling, but my husband is right next to us. He is completely clueless that Gary is hitting on me.
Carl, the black guy was doing a good job helping Mike win hand after hand, but I think his real motivation was to keep him from knowing how hard Gary was hit on me. Several times Gary rested his hand on my leg, and each time it just happened to be closer and closer to my privates. I was wearing my dance leotard pants because they were more comfortable on the plane, and to make matters worse I had no panties. Talking to these guys was really fun and I have to admit a part of me was enjoying what Gary was doing, but my husband was right next to us.
The first time Gary rested his hand in my lap it sent chills up my spine and I tried not to like that he was touching me between the legs. Luckily the table was covering my lap so no one could see where his hand was. He probably could knew I was not wearing panties. That may have given him a green light. Because without thinking about it, I spread my legs apart and let him feel my most private area.
He only had his hand there for a couple of minutes before I excused myself. I told Mike I would meet him back at the room. It was dumb of me to assume he would get the hint and follow me. So as I got back to the room, I realized I might be there alone for a little while and this upset me, so I turned on the TV.
Sure enough, Mike didn't come back for a couple of hours and when he did I was in a bad mood. It upset me even more that he was so happy about winning over a thousand dollars while I had to leave because of my commitment to him. So I would not make matters any worse, I decided to just to go to bed. Anyway, we both had to get up early in the morning.
"How did you sleep," Mike asked as I got out of bed. "I have to run to get to my first lecture so I'll see you when you get back from Sacramento." With that he was out the door, and I got ready for my two hour drive to see an old friend.