0 comments/ 10079 views/ 1 favorites Business in Vegas Ch. 01 By: Moonlighting1797 I had to fly to Vegas for a meeting with some clients. Vegas isn't one of my top cities to visit, but it's been freezing in Chicago, so I was looking forward to being in the warm weather for a few days. As I get off the plane, I can feel the warmth in the air on the jet bridge. Ahhhh, 3 days of warm weather, and since I'm traveling by myself, I can plan as much outside time as I want. As I'm waiting at baggage claim for my luggage, I notice you at the next carousel. Tall, dark hair, and I can tell you have solid body, even under your suit. I notice the ring on your left hand, letting me know you're not available. That's good, because I've been so horny lately, plus the glass of wine on the plane, I can't stop the vixen thoughts running through my mind. I think to myself, "Eye candy for my alone time later." As I'm studying you, you look up and see me looking at you. My heart flutters, and I quickly look away, embarrassed to be caught. My bag finally arrives and I head out the door for a cab, glancing back at you, but your back was turned toward the carousel waiting for your bag. Good, at least you didn't see me looking at you twice. I get in a cab and head to the hotel, my thoughts returning to you, imagining what it might be like to kiss you, to make love to you. I'm married as well, but it's been a long time since I've been in bed with a man that really turns me on. I check in at the hotel, requesting the highest floor available. I love to watch the city lights, plus I've learned it's normally a little quieter higher up. I change into jeans and a t-shirt, and check email to make sure the next day's meetings haven't changed. After flying and airport delays, I just want to walk around outside and take in the sights (and the warm humid air). I'm waiting for the elevator, remembering the one negative to staying on high floors - long elevator waits. But the view is worth it. The light comes on, indicating the elevator is finally here. The doors open, and I can't believe it. You're standing there, getting off on my floor! What are the chances. Of all the hotels in Vegas, all the floors, and you're staying at the same hotel, on the same floor as me! Our eyes meet, and you say, "That's the second time I caught you checking me out. The third time there will be a charge." You smirk and walk away down the hall. Wow. Cocky, but in such an OHHH-SOOO attractive way. I was so surprised by the comment, I couldn't even reply. My heart flutters as the doors close. I'm glad no one else was in the elevator on my way down. I'm sure I was blushing and grinning thinking about the possible repercussions of your comment. I walk around outside for a while, but don't want to get too far from the hotel. It's getting dark and I'm getting hungry. The thought of room service, relaxing with a little TV and wine, sounds great, so I head back to the hotel. As I walk through the lobby, I glance towards the bar. I see you sitting there, talking with another man who's back is to me. I try not to look at you, but I can't help myself. There's just something about the smirk and comment you gave me in the hallway upstairs, something about your eyes that keeps pulling me in. "Eye candy, remember, just eye candy." I'm hoping you don't see me looking at you, but you catch me again. You nod your head discretely, letting me know you caught me again. "Damn" I think to myself, "what is it about that man? I don't know anything about him, yet I want to take him upstairs and have wild, passionate sex." I head up to my room, thankful you were with someone and couldn't "charge" me for my third look. After I finish my dinner, I turn on some music. TV just isn't fitting my mood tonight. The eye contact with you has my mind racing. I'm wearing just a t-shirt and panties. I let my hand wander over my breasts, down my stomach, and across my panties. I slide my panties off, and my finger starts circling my clit. Slow at first, then faster. My pussy is aching for you. My other hand goes to my pussy, with one, then two fingers sliding in and out, as my left hand works my clit. I imagine you on top of me, your cock sliding in and out of my hot wet pussy. It doesn't take long before my back is arching, pushing my fingers deeper into my pussy. Rubbing against my g-spot, I start to come. I keep rubbing the magic g-spot while working my clit, and have the best orgasm I've had masturbating in a while. I turn off the music and lights, and fall to sleep immediately, relaxed from my release. I have multiple dreams of you all night long. Day 2 The next day's meetings come and go, and I'm relieved to be heading back to my hotel room. I'm texting while I'm walking to the elevator, so I'm not paying much attention to who's around me. I get on the elevator, along with a group of other people. I go to the back of the elevator since I'm on the top floor, and keep texting, not paying attention to the conversations around me. Several people get off on the 8th floor, and that's when I notice you standing there, staring at me. There's another man on the elevator, so you don't say anything. He gets off at the 10th floor, leaving just you and me in the elevator, heading up to the top floor. "I caught you last night checking me out in the bar. That was number three," you say in that same cocky manner you did last night. Staring into your mysterious eyes, I reply, "Yeah? You're gonna charge me?" I'm secretly hoping you follow through, because just looking into your eyes has made my pussy warm and wet. The elevator reaches our floor, and you gesture me to exit first. You follow me down the hall, and I'm wondering where your room is. Surely it can't be this close to mine. I reach my door, and you're still behind me. I look back at you and you nod, as if to say "Go ahead and open your door." I don't even know you, yet I don't feel threatened by you at all. Maybe it's knowing you're married, or the look in your eyes, or both. At this point, I'm curious as hell as to what you're next move is going to be. I open the door and you follow me in. You slowly corner me against the wall, inches away from me, but not touching any part of me. I have butterflies in my stomach, anticipating what you are about to do or say. I feel my nipples getting hard against my bra, hoping you don't notice how turned on I am. You lean down close to my ear and softly say, "You're buying the first round downstairs in the bar." God, you're so close I want to grab your neck and kiss you so deeply. I'm even more turned on with you NOT touching me. Oh, such a tease. Then my brain comes back to reality. Wait! Was that an invitation to go have drinks together? Now? I softly reply, "I don't even know your name." Looking into my eyes, you say, "Brian." "Jennifer" is all I can muster to say at this point. I want you to pin me against the wall, kiss me, let your hands wander all over me. I reach out and touch the ring on your left hand, looking up at you. You reach over and touch my ring as well and whisper, "We're safe. I won't do anything you don't want me to." And with that you open the door and say, "See you downstairs." The door shuts, and I lean my head against the wall. Did that really just happen? The hottest guy I've seen in years, begging me with his eyes to fuck him!?! If he only knew what I was thinking, the thoughts of passionate sex, with my hormones raging through my body. I'm beginning to like Vegas more and more. With my busy schedule during the day, I wasn't planning any nights out while I was in town, so I didn't bring any "going out" clothes. I decide to keep on the black skirt I have on, and change into a blue fitted shirt. Looking in the mirror I think to myself, "Not exactly what I would normally wear to go out at night, but it will have to do. Besides, it's just a couple of drinks downstairs, and obviously Brian isn't too interested in my clothes. Well, maybe just to get them off of me." I smirk at the thought of your strong hands ripping my clothes off of me. My subconscious kicks in, "Easy girl, it's just drinks. You don't even know him. You barely know his name." I touch up my lipstick, dap on a little perfume, and head downstairs. I'm relieved to see you already sitting at the bar, beer in hand. You're playing with your phone and don't notice me walk in until I'm a few steps from you. You smile and say, "Hmmm. I'm glad you didn't change. I love a woman in a skirt." "Why, easy access?" I pop back. "Maybe" My stomach does a flip flop. Thoughts are already racing through my head of your hands on my hips, pulling my skirt up around my waist. The bartender breaks my thoughts, ""What can I get for you?" "Pinot Grigio" I would love a martini, but I know I need something a little softer tonight. With these raging lustful feelings I'm having, I question my own decision making. I put $15 on the bar to cover the drinks, proving I'm following along in your game of buying first round. We move over to some lounge chairs in the corner and chit chat a while about our jobs, spouses, what brings us to Vegas, etc. Through our short conversation, I feel like I've known you forever. After my second glass of wine, I go to the restroom and realize we've been in the bar for over 2 hours. When I return, I notice the waiter walking away from you with the bill. As I sit down you say, "I'm sure your tired after your long day of meetings. We should both head up now." We make our way to the elevators, laughing about some joke you cracked. You push the button for the top floor, and lean back against the wall, pulling me close to you. You run a hand through my hair, resting it on my neck, and lean down to kiss me. I don't fight it at all, kissing back, our tongues exploring each other. Damn, this is the best kiss I've had in years. The elevator stops, and you lead me to my room, which you know since you were there earlier in the evening. As the door to the room closes, you continue the kiss from the elevator. You lean up against the wall, pulling me into your body. I can feel your cock getting harder against my pelvis. My pussy is so hot and wet. Your hands slide down to my hips. My hands feel your firm chest, I can't hold back any longer. The wine fuels my courage. I unbutton your shirt, exposing your bare chest to my lips. You whisper in my ear, "Remember, it's only what you want to do." I look up at you and say, "Make love to me. I want to feel your hard cock in my hot wet pussy." With that, you slip my shirt off over my head. We continue kissing and I love the feel of your strong hands all over me..... my shoulders, waist, back. Damn, you just unhooked my bra with one hand. I love that move, as I know you are well experienced and know exactly how to please me. You kiss on my now exposed breasts, and slide my skirt up to my waist, your hands all over my ass. You lift me up with your hands under my ass, and I wrap my legs around your waist, feeling your hard cock through your pants against my pussy. You walk over to the bed and lay me down on the edge. Your hands slide my panties down and off. You don't even bother taking my skirt off, leaving it up around my waist. Not realizing I'm talking out loud, I say, "So this is why you like women in skirts..... easy access." You look up and just grin. Your tongue circles my clit and dips into my pussy, sending shivers up and down my body. It feels so good. I try to sit back and enjoy it, but I need to feel your cock in me, NOW. I reach down and pull your head up to mine and kiss you, tasting my pussy juices on your lips. As we kiss I unbuckle your belt and pants, releasing your cock from the restraint of your underwear. I look at you and say, "You are so hot. I need your throbbing cock in my pussy. Fuck me." We slide up on the bed, and with you on top, your cock slides into my wet pussy. Ohhh, that feels so good. Even better than what I fantasized about the night before. I wrap my legs around you, pulling you closer, arching my back so you can penetrate me even deeper. I lose track of all time, enjoying the bliss of sweet sex with you. After a few smaller orgasms, I feel my body start to shudder. My pussy tightens around your cock. I say to you, "I'm going to cum. Cum with me. Let your cock explode deep in my pussy." I feel your cock get even harder as you thrust a few more times, filling my pussy with your hot juices. We lay there together in peaceful silence. I roll over and put my head on your chest, listening to you breathe, feeling your heart beat against my cheek. It's a beautiful quiet in the craziness of Vegas. How appropriate. Business in Vegas Ch. 02 Day 3 I woke up early this morning, happy that you are still laying next to me. I'm glad you didn't leave after we finished last night. I can't explain why, but I am so comfortable around you, even though I've only known you barely a day. I quietly slide out of the bed, trying not to wake you. I need to get going this morning. I have a couple of early meetings (which I hate), but I'm done around 12:30 and have the afternoon to myself. I booked my flight for the following morning just in case other meetings came up, and to give me a little alone time with the warm sun. I'm looking forward to relaxing by the pool this afternoon. I'm standing under the hot stream of water in the shower when I hear the door open. "Good morning," I hear, your voice still husky being so early. "You really like hot showers, huh? It's so steamy in here I can barely see the toilet." "It only got steamy when you walked in," I reply. A minute later, you open the glass door and join me in the shower. It's a large shower, with a bench on one side. I hate to give up my super-hot shower, but I turn it down a little so it doesn't scald you. We're facing each other, our bodies inches apart. You put your hands on my hips and we turn together in the shower so you can get under the water. Your relaxed cock rubs against my hip, causing it to twitch with the touch. As you put your head under the water, I stand there in front of you admiring your body. The sculpted muscles in your chest, arms, abs, and your glorious cock. I want to grab your cock and stroke it, but I control myself. My hands wander along your chest, down your sides to your hips and ass. I think to myself, Mmmmmm, I love your tight ass. Not the first thing I look for in a guy, but damn, yours is begging to be grabbed. I pull myself close to you, pressing your hardening cock against my pelvis. You smile as your hands glide up and down my back and hips. I reach down with one hand and start stroking your cock, which is getting harder by the second. The look in your eyes change from just waking up to seductive, and your hand glides along the front my hip, lifting my leg up, just enough to expose my pussy, dipping your finger in. "So wet already," you say. "You seem to have that affect on me." I move to the bench and sit down, guiding you to me with my hand on your cock. I lick your cock from your balls to the tip, circling your tip with my tongue. I draw your cock into my warm mouth, my hand around the base of it. I taste your precum, and continue to glide your cock in and out of my mouth. You moan with pleasure, and I adjust the speed and pressure with your feedback. "I'm going to cum," you say, warning me your cock is ready to explode. I look up into your eyes, letting you know it's okay, without removing your cock from my mouth. I feel your body tense up as you release your sweet juices into my mouth. You start to kneel down in front of me, wanting to return the favor to my wet pussy. But I stop you, knowing I have to get ready for my meetings. "Later, when I can take the time to really enjoy it." We dry off, and you throw on your clothes from the night before, heading to your room to get ready. Before you leave, you come up behind me in the bathroom to say goodbye, kissing my neck. It sends shivers down my spine, right to my pussy. "What time are you done today?" you ask. "Early afternoon. I'm heading to the pool for some sun, so you can find me there." ********************** Yeah! Meetings are finished and I'm back in the room at 2:00. Little later than I thought it would be, but who cares. I have the next 18 hours all to myself! I put on my bikini and head down to the pool. I find a lounge chair in the sun, away from the crowd of people, obviously here as a group. A nap in the sun is a perfect remedy for the lack of sleep the night before. I turn on my iPod to tune out the noise of the crowds. I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I know, I feel someone touching my arm. I startle, just slightly, because I was deep in sleep. I hear someone sit in the chair next to me. As you speak, I recognize your voice and immediately perk up. "Hey Jennifer. You caught up on sleep yet?" "Yes, I just had the best nap out here." "Good. You'll be glad you did later," the devilish grin returning to your face. "I'm heading up to my room to finish some work. How about I stop by your room at 7:00 and we'll go somewhere and grab a bite to eat. The lunch here today wasn't all that great, and I know a great place a couple blocks away." "Sounds great," I reply. I continue to relax by the pool for another hour, my mind drifting to sexual fantasies of you. I recall the 24 hours of eye contact flirting, your arousing sexual comments, then last night, yeaaaahhhh, last night..... the passionate kissing, touching, how great your cock felt when you first slid into my wet pussy. Then this morning, the tease of your finger in my pussy this morning in the shower. Ohhh, my pussy is getting wet just thinking about you. I can hardly wait to be with you again. I head upstairs and take a shower. It's 6:00, so I've got another hour before we meet for dinner. I'm so horny and excited to see you again. I look in the fridge and see there's a bottle of wine in there. Dare I open it. I'm already sooo horny. Oh, what the hell. Celebration for the great meetings this week. I hear a knock at the door, startled because the clock says 6:30. I didn't call room service and wasn't expecting anyone. I throw the robe on that's in the closet and look out the peephole. Brian? What are you doing here now? I open the door to let you know I'm not ready yet. You gently push me inside, saying, "I know I'm 30 minutes early. I just couldn't wait any longer to see you." You lean down and kiss me. I can taste beer on your tongue, guessing you had a couple as you were in your room. "I've been thinking about you since I left you at the pool." You press me against the wall, kissing me deeply and passionately. Leading me to the bed, you untie my robe and toss it aside. "You won't be needing this." Laying me back, you lean down and kiss me on the lips. Softly at first, your tongue tracing my lips. Then you kiss me deeper, you hand tracing from my neck to my breast. Your lips move to my neck, sending shivers across my body. You kiss my breast, gently sucking the nipple. You tongue slides down my stomach. As I realize your destination, a shudder runs all through my body. Searing heat courses through me, settling between my legs at the moment you part my thighs and slip your fingers between them. You look up smirking, "Payback from this morning. Now it's your turn to enjoy my full attention on your pussy." My head falls back on the bed and my hands run through your hair. Ohhh, I've been dreaming of this all day. You stroke me once, twice, then your mouth closes over my clit, causing me to gasp with pleasure. I feel your tongue slide up and down, raising my temperature by at least a hundred degrees. I can't stop the moans coming from my mouth now. Suddenly the tip of your tongue dips inside my pussy, sliding along the edge of my wet lips. You do it again, coupling it with a stroke above with one long finger. Then I feel you slide your fingers down and spread me open. Your tongue swirls around my clit and you push two fingers inside me. You slide them out a second later and then right back in. All the while, you suck on me, your hot breath making me quiver. I can feel pressure building in my pussy. Oooohhhh, you're working my beloved g-spot. My mind is clear of everything except the pleasure you are giving me. The noises coming from my mouth are primal, uncontrollable. You are taking my body to new heights. I've never known this level of pleasure and torture all at the same time. I try to stop you, to pull you up to me, but you resist. You look up at me, lips still at my clit, and say "You taste sweet. I could eat you all night." You continue to suck my clit while you finger fuck my g-spot. Gradually I have the urge to pee, but I know it's something greater. I've read about women squirting, but I've never done it, either with a partner or by myself. The buildup of multiple orgasms overtakes me, gasping for air I manage to say, "I think I'm gonna squirt." You look up and grin, saying "That is so fucking hot. Relax, let it happen." You don't let up, rubbing my g-spot, sucking my clit, eager to push me over the edge. I moan with pleasure as my body convulses, another orgasm sweeping through my body. As you feel me tense up, you remove your fingers just in time for me to squirt all over the bed. My body goes limp, continuing to shudder involuntarily from the last orgasm. "Oh my God Brian. I can barely move. That was the most amazing orgasm I have ever had. Thank you." "You welcome. That was just as much a turn-on for me as it was for you. Now let's get you dressed. I'm sure you're starving by now." It wasn't until that moment that I realized you never got undressed. I could have laid there all night. My body a limp rag doll. You pry me off of the bed, encouraging me to get dressed so we can go eat. My legs respond like a toddler just learning to walk. I finally manage to get some clothes on and we head to dinner. While we're eating, I ask you, "So why did you make that comment in the elevator to me two nights ago? Something you say to a lot of women?" "No, actually I saw you in the airport and was watching you. When you looked my way and we made eye contact, I got really turned on. But being at the airport, I didn't think I would ever see you again. Imagine my surprise as the hotel elevator doors opened and there you were. It was the first thing that came to my mind. As I walked down the hall to my room, I couldn't believe I had said it." "Well, it worked. That comment, along with eye contact flirting, really got me going. I'm glad you did." We finish dinner and head back to the hotel. We can barely keep our hands off of each other on the elevator and in the hall going to my room. Once inside, I press you up against the wall, leaning my pelvis into your hardening cock. A quick break from kissing, you pull my shirt off and unhook my bra. I pull your shirt off as well. Seems we can't get undressed fast enough, wanting, needing each other. We make our way to the bed, continuing to kiss each other. I roll over on top of you. My pussy is so wet. I guide your cock to my pussy, taking you in slowly. Damn, you feel so good. I put my hands on your chest, giving me leverage to pound your cock with my pussy. I lean down and kiss you, working my way from your lips to your neck. Your hands move to my ass, guiding the speed and thrusting. I sit up and lean back, giving you full view of my clit and pussy, your cock sliding in and out. With the change of position, I can feel your cock against my g-spot. You start playing with my clit, driving me to another orgasm. You thrust your pelvis against mine, driving yourself deeper into me over and over. My body shudders as I feel another orgasm approach. Staring into your eyes I say, "I'm going to cum. Fuck me hard and let your cock explode deep inside me." With another couple of thrusts, I feel your warm cum shooting up inside me. We both go limp, and I lay on top of you. The heat from our bodies is so hot. I roll over onto the pillow, again sensing the beautiful quiet in the craziness of Vegas.