5 comments/ 49847 views/ 9 favorites Love in Las Vegas By: milf26 It was the craziest town I had ever been in…and I had lived in New Orleans once upon a time! I looked around at the casino and felt a bit overwhelmed. It was my first night in Las Vegas and there was almost too much to do! I sat at the Blackjack table and lost yet another fifteen bucks in just five minutes. I was turning to get up from the table and I literally bumped into a gorgeous guy! “Hello,” he said. He wasn’t very tall, in fact, he was just this side of average, but his eyes…his eyes pulled me in and held me. His look was distinctly Eurasian—his eyes were beautifully shaped and the blueness of them was the kind of color usually only achieved with contacts. His features were small and fine, but not feminine, his lips were full and very kissable. But it was his skin that was the best part. His creamy pale skin. I wondered if he even grew facial hair because the skin was that smooth The action in the Excalibur seemed to slow or even stop around us. I don’t know which happened, because I only had eyes for him. “Hi,” I gave him the sexiest smile I could muster and tugged on my cherry red, body hugging wrap sweater. I was really glad my girlfriend had convinced me to dress up for our first night out on the town. Where was she anyway? I wondered for a split second. “Is this a good table?” He asked as he pulled the chair out of my way so that I could make my way past him. “I’m sure that you’ll have better luck than me,” I said diplomatically “But I think I’m going to grab a drink in the lounge.” I pointed vaguely across the gaming floor in what I hoped was the direction of the lounge. I was also trying to give him the biggest hint in the world. ‘Follow me over,’ I willed him to do in my head. “Do you mind if I join you?” He stepped to the side and let me pass. “Not at all,” I said a little pleased with myself. “Don’t you want to try your luck with the tables?” “I think I have Lady Luck right here with me right now,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. I giggled and we chatted easily about his trip here and my trip. It wasn’t his first time here, but it was mine. He was from Toronto, Canada; I grew up in Illinois and have lived in many different places since. He came from a large family—six brothers and sisters—where I only had my mom and my brother and myself. I found it very easy to open up to him…even if I had no clue what his name was. By now it seemed almost rude to ask; we had been talking for about an hour after all. We sipped our drinks and watched the poor lady perform last year’s pop hits for an unappreciative audience. It turned out that we were the only two people clapping for her at the end of every song and at the end of her set she smiled her thanks in our direction and scurried off the stage. I gave a little laugh and looked in his direction. “So what is it that you do?” I asked him. We had been talking for an hour and a half and had not even found out each other’s names. “Let’s not talk about stuff like that.” He groaned. “Tell me, do you like to dance?” There was that twinkle again. “I have been known to get down every now and again,” I answered as the cocktail waitress brought the check over. I handed her a twenty to cover the drinks we had had and my mystery guy stopped her and shoved a neatly folded bunch of bills into her pocket and grabbed the money I had given her out of her hand. “Can you believe she wanted to pay?” He stage whispered to the weary looking waitress. She chuckled and asked if he needed any change back and he smiled and shook his head. “C’mon,” he said as he grabbed my hand. “Let’s go dancing.” We walked through the lobby and ended up on the backside of the hotel. We were standing just on the edge of the parking lot. “This isn’t The Strip!” I pouted. Instead of answering, this beautiful man caught me up in his arms and gave me a mind altering kiss that made my body tremble from my head to my toes, and made my ears ring. “Whoa,” I said softly when we finally pulled apart. He leaned his forehead down to mine and gave me a wicked smile. “That is exactly what I was thinking,” he kissed my cheek, then my eye, then my mouth again. “You’re really hot, you know that?” I whispered to this man I had felt a connection with since the moment I had laid eyes on him. His laugh was low and intimate. “You’re really hot too.” He let me go and I stepped away from him. “Ready to see The Strip?” he asked me. We entwined our fingers around each other and hurried off to the first stop of the night. We decided to take a cab to a certain hotel that was made famous by a certain music television station and we danced for hours, kissing, rubbing against each other and grinding our bodies together. At the end of the night we were holed up in a secluded booth kissing one another the way you only do when you are fueled by booze, hormones, and pheromones. I watched his light-colored hand slide over my tight dark brown belly and sighed sensuously. “I know we just met,” he was saying into my ear. “And I don’t want you to think that I do this with every woman I meet, but I want you to come back to my room with me.” He moved my hand down to his erection and I gasped at the length I felt through the material of his expensive-looking slacks. It took only a moment for the word yes to slip through my lips, and then the next thing I knew we were being whisked by taxi to the Venetian Hotel. The splash of the gondola oars hitting the water mesmerized me and I marveled that at even three in the morning there were people who still wanted to take a boat ride. I leaned against one of the marble posts and got lost in thought, one of which was ‘What the hell are you doing, Cesca? You don’t know this man at all.’ ‘But somehow I just know that he won’t hurt me,’ I countered back to the voice in my head. ‘And it has been an awful long time since I got some.’ I laughed out loud at that thought and felt his lips brush the nape of my neck. “What’s so funny?” he asked gently. He crossed his arms over my waist and pulled me to him. “Nothing. Really,” I said when he made a little grumble of disbelief. He chuckled and then kissed my neck. I was going to melt into a little pile of goo if he didn’t stop soon, I just knew it! “We should really go up to your room before I rip your clothes off right here,” I said with a giggle. He didn’t answer, he just tugged at the tie of my sweater and I caught the front and held it to my body before it opened completely and flashed all of Las Vegas. I tied the sweater back up and turned to him, then as fast as I could I unzipped his trousers and slid my hand through the gap. I watched his eyes close in pleasure as I stroked the length of him hard and fast, then I slipped my hand out and heard him sigh with frustration. “Your room. Now.” Was all I said. We hurried though the lobby to the elevators, and giggled together as we rode up, flying past all of the other floors until the elevator opened in the newest suites available. He opened the door and kissed me as we he walked me backward into the room. He guided me past the sofa and the living room area, as he untied and dropped my sweater to the floor. He tugged my short skirt off my hips and I kicked off my heels, and we walked backward into the bedroom until my knees hit the gigantic bed behind me. I scrambled up onto the mattress and waited white he unbuttoned his shirt and then slid his pants to the floor. I smiled to myself in the dark as I saw his form move toward me. His hands slid down my body slowly and seemed to take in every detail with his fingers. His fingers traced my embarrassingly large breasts, the curve of my waist, the hollow of my belly button. They felt the small hill of flesh that ran from under my navel to my pubis. His hands dipped into my panties and gingerly his fingers touched the soft, warm cleft between my legs. We both sighed softly in unison. I felt, rather than saw him move his head to mine and ever so gently his tongue explored my mouth, leaving me breathless and feeling weak in the knees. This was surely heaven. Silently, I trailed my fingertips from his jaw to his navel and then let my hands wander back up again. There was just a smattering of hair across his chest, and just a little trail underneath his navel leading to his groin. He was so incredibly smooth! After a long while of touching and getting to know each other’s bodies, I pulled him down to me and we lay on his bed staring into the other’s eyes. This was no ordinary one night stand, I was sure of that. But I was also sure that the chances that I would see this man again were pretty slim to none at all. His finger stroked my cheek and asked me why I suddenly looked so sad. “Do I?” I laughed a little. “It’s because I have to get up early and work tomorrow.” It was just a tiny fib…I was disappointed that I had to get up and work the booth at the convention tomorrow. “Ah, then I will try to get you to bed as soon as possible,” We chuckled and then he kissed me and I forgot my melancholy. We took turns exploring with our hands, eyes, tongues, and finally after delaying the inevitable, we came together so explosively that the minute he was inside me I came so hard, I couldn’t breathe. Stroke after beautiful stroke brought me closer to the ultimate orgasm and when he finally he whispered that it was time for him to cum I think I must have nodded or grunted in the affirmative because he collapsed over me with a roar that matched my own. We were perfectly still and as I closed my eyes drowsily, I thought I heard him say I love you. Love in Las Vegas Ch. 02 My eyes flew open and I sat bolt upright. 'What time is it?' I thought to myself. The Mystery Man next to me stirred and muttered in his sleep, but stayed asleep, while I tried to twist myself so that I could see the clock. It was 5:45! I had to get out of there and quickly. I had to be at the booth by seven or I would be in big trouble! I slid away from the man sleeping next to me and took a long wishful look back then I leaned down and kissed him softly on the cheek. He smiled and mumbled something unintelligible then he rolled over, never opening his eyes and never waking up. I stood up and blew him a little kiss, then I did a quick hunt for my clothing that was scattered in the livingroom of the incredible suite that I hadn't gotten to see last night. I put on everything as fast as I could and hurried out the door shutting it behind me as quickly as I could. I ran to the elevator, then nearly hyperventilated waiting for the taxi to take me back to the Excalibur and I ran as fast as I could to the elevators and then to my room. I burst in and saw that my roomate for the weekend was sitting on the bed watching the early news and brushing her hair. "Well, here you are," Sandy said. "I would have worried, but I figured if you were in jail you would have called." She flipped her long straight brown hair over her shoulder and straightened her chic suit. I stuck my tongue out at her and dashed to the bathroom. I jumped in the shower and in five minutes I literally had washed my face, brushed my teeth, washed my hair and lathered my body. I only allowed myself one of those minutes to think about the way HE had touched and caressed me the night before. I shivered with the memory, then rinsed and stepped out to vigorously towel off. I let my hands skim over my breasts and remembered how for the first time I had felt comfortable with a man touching them. I have had freakishly large breasts for my small frame ever since puberty. A fourteen-year-old with a 34 FF bra is quite a sight I tell you. I have never been fat, I was a little chunky during high school, but I grew to be quite curvatious when I was over the age of eighteen. I had spent a good deal of my life trying to hide those assets; wearing baggy clothing and slouching, trying minimizer bras. Nothing could hide the fact that I was well endowed. In fact, it wasn't until college that I finally let the girls out...though I am still very self-concious about my shape...and allowed myself to wear something other than sweatshirts or shapeless tents. I cocked my head and watched my chocolate brown nipples harden into peaks then I turned away from the mirror and took a calming breath, wrapped a towel around my body and got dressed to work the booth at the Movies of the Millenium Convention. On the way to the convention center where Sandy and I were working for the next two days, I told her a little about my adventure of the night. "So what was his name?" she asked in a faraway voice. "I—I don't know," I answered truthfully. "So, you met the most wonderful man in the world, went dancing, had amazing, death-defying sex with him and didn't bother to ask his name?" Sandy and I were far too good of friends for her to think I was ever free and easy with my body, but all the same, the more I thought about it the worse I felt. What the hell was I thinking? Sandy must have sensed the shift in my mood because she let me stay quiet the rest of the way to the convention center, and then as we set our supplies. I finally squared my shoulders, laughed and looked at her. "You know what they say," I said cheerfully. "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." I shrugged and Sandy laughed with me. "Something about that guy got under your skin though, huh?" She set a box of promotional materials underneath the table, then straightened up. "Yeah, there was just something about him..." My voice trailed off as a thought crossed my mind of his eyes gazing into mine as he entered me for the first time."Oh well, it's not like I'll ever see him again." "Well, everyone should get a one night stand under their belt before they settle down for good. It gives you something to hold onto when married sex becomes boring," she said with a wink. I chortled because if I knew anything, it was that she and Mark had anything but boring married sex. They had been together for over six years and I still heard at least once a month how phenominal he was in bed. At eight thirty sharp, the doors opened and the the potential clients and film buffs and general looky-loos began to flood in and soon Sandy and I were too busy to even talk to one another. Around one in the afternoon things began to slow down and we looked at each other from oposite ends of the booth. "What just happened?" we said in unison. Our booth had been even more popular than had been anticipated, and we were almost out of the brochures that we had brought along. We are a small company that licenses art for movie houses. We procure art not only for unknowns, but also semi famous artists and galleries that are looking to put their pieces in the right movies. We seek to find the directors the best pieces for their sets. "Hey, Cesca, could you run to The Copy Store and have them run a thousand of these?" Sandy handed me a small stack of papers. "Is just black and white okay?" I asked as I grabbed my purse from underneath the front table. "Where did everyone go anyway?" "That hot new director, Wesley Sekiya, is in town giving a talk and retrospective this afternoon. The tickets were really hard to get." She said as if I should know. "Oh, okay." I said breezily. "I have no clue who that is, but I'll take your word for it." Before she sent me off, Sandy gave me the run down on all of his movies and gushed for the next five minutes about the quality of his filmmaking and the beauty of his pictures. "Sandy, if you want me to make it back in time, I have to go." I said with more than a strong hint of annoyance to my voice. I ruffled the papers in my hand and turned away from her. "The Copy Store is right here in the building. Just head toward the elevators and go to the basement mall, okay?" I nodded curtly and gave her a salute, then I scurried off to the elevators to go downstairs. I was waiting for the doors to open, but got impatient with the elevators for the general public, so I took a detour and found the freight elevator Sandy and I had used this morning to bring up our samples and papers. I was humming a little tune to myself when the door opened and a lone man stepped out into the concrete hallway. It was HIM! My heart stopped beating as I waited for him to notice me, but he didn't right away. There was an absent look on his face and I didn't want to disturb him. All the same, my body responded to being in the same space with him by vibrating from every nerve ending it possesed. He looked up and it took less than a second for him to register that it was me. "Holy shit! I thought you were gone for good," he murmured catching me up in his arms. "You were gone this morning, and I thought I would never see you again!" His lips kissed me over and over as if to make sure I was really and truly there. "I was desperate to see you again and I didn't know where you were staying or what your name was—" "Cesca," I said softly. "My name is Cesca Johnson. It's short for Francesca" "What a gorgeous name!" He touched me with light fingertips all over: my face, my hair, my lips. "I knew you would find me somehow!" Then he repeated my name to himself. "What are you doing here?" I asked him pointedly. "I'm here for the convention." He said simply. "How about you?" "I work for LNT Art Galleries...I buy Art props for movie sets...oh, you don't want to hear all of that!" I said with a dismissive wave. I was fighting the urge to touch his beautiful black hair. The urge became so strong that I suddenly reached up and ran my fingers through his hair and it was as soft and silky to the touch as it looked. He closed his eyes senuously. Oh how I wanted to rip his clothes off right there in the hallway of the center and fuck the hell out of him. I blushed at my wildly uncharacteristic thoughts. "No, I would love to hear more, but I have to be at the talk..." "Oh, okay," I said disappointedly, why was he running off to the talk so soon? Maybe he wasn't as happy to see me as I had thought. "You know how to find me," He stated as if I would know. "What is your name?" I finally blurted. Feeling foolish. "You're kidding, right?" He asked me with a strange look on his face. "No. You never told me last night," Now I was definitely confused. "But I assumed you knew who I was..." My temper flared and I stepped away from him, my nostrils flaring, and my breath coming in short bursts. "You jerk." The flyers in my hand fluttered to the floor. "What did I do?" He asked, his temper starting to get hot too. His blue eyes pierced mine. "You asshole! How would I know who you were if you never told me?" "You're kidding, right? Everyone knows who I am!" He huffed. "Well, count me as one of the few who don't!" I yelled. My fists were balled tight at my sides. "I thought you were special, but now I see that you're just like every other man in the world! A world class, insensitive egotistical prick!" I spun on my heel and took off at a fast clip down the hall. "And I see that you are like every other golddigger in the world!" He yelled after me. "I thought you would be different!" I didn't turn around because I refused to let him see the tears that were now coursing down my cheeks. I ran out the door to the stairs that was straight ahead. Only after the door shut with a bang did I let the sob that was trapped inside of me come out. * * * "Cesca! What happened? Where are the flyers? Oh my god! Are you alright?" Sandy rushed to me. "I'm fine," I said wearily. "I saw HIM." "Mr. Venetian?" She asked with a cocked eyebrow. "One in the same. It turns out he isn't so wonderful after all...he's a big fat jerk!" I fought the tears back in vain. "Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry!" Sandy gave me a sympathetic hug and let me bawl for a few minutes. "Hon, I think you should go back to the hotel, you are in no shape to meet any potential clients." She dabbed at my eyes with her sleeve. Not that it helped because I started to cry again. "I can't leave you by yourself!" I whined. "I think you had better. You can come back later when you've rested. And when you feel better." "That might be a really long time," I said mornfully. Sandy had the good grace not to laugh at me, but handed me my things instead. "Go, I'll be alright, I promise. Go have a lounge by the pool. Get your nails done, do something! Stop thinking about the jerk-off!" I had little to no choice of what to do, because Sandy had led me all the way to the closest exit and pushed me out the door. I somehow made my way back to my hotel and lay on my bed too drained to think. I was staring at the ceiling, berating myself and feeling like a world class ass, when the phone rang. I let it ring two times before I reached over and grabbed it from the cradle. "Hello?" I half moaned pathetically. "Cesca! You will never guess who just came by the booth looking for an agency to buy art for his next film!" Sandy. "It was Wesley Sekiya! He wants to have a dinner meeting this evening to talk about his next film. He wants to clear some pretty big pieces and he would like to talk to us about that!" "You have to go alone, I'm wallowing." My eyes traced the crack over my bed for the thousandth time. "Well, you have until 6:30 to wallow and then you're going to go to dinner at Delmonico, okay?" Sandy hung up on me before I got a chance to respond. I sat up and rubbed a hand across my forehead, then I went to the closet to see the meager amount of clothing I had brought along. I had nothing remotely dressy enough, so I took an hour or so to look up the clothing stores nearby and then decided to find the slinkiest, most beautiful dress I could. Two hours, five stores, and three hundred fifty dollars later, I walked out of a shop from one of the swankier hotels with my new dress covered with a dry cleaner's bag, and a pair of new shoes in a smaller bag hanging from my wrist. A little shopping therapy made me feel a better, and I would think about the credit card bill when I got back home. I walked the few blocks between the hotels and when I got back to the room I threw everything on the bed and went to take another shower and to start getting ready for the client dinner. * * * "Are you ready?" Sandy called as she walked through the door. I was in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on my makeup and then a few spritzes of Light Blue by Dolce & Gabbana, and I was finished. My ex-mystery man had complimented me on the scent, saying it was the sexiest thing he had ever smelled. I shook that thought out of my head and stepped toward Sandy."Yeah." Sandy turned her head to the sound of my voice and gave a wolf whistle. "Good Lord, woman! That dress must have cost a fortune! You look amazing!" Her words tumbled out. "I treated myself," I said with a twirl. The clingy silky fabric was a shade of green that I normally wouldn't have picked out myself, but when I slid the dress over my head and felt the fit and then saw how beautifully it complimented my skin, I knew this was a dress that was meant for me. The saleswoman had been incredibly helpful selecting shoes and giving jewlery tips and then ringing me up and turning me loose. I smiled at my friend and walked around her to the room. "You'd better get ready." "I don't think I have anything to compete with that," Sandy said as she pulled her jacket off. She grabbed a dress from the closet and rushed into the bathroom. I waited for half an hour until she emerged looking well scrubbed and very pretty in a stunning black dress. "Ready?" She asked grabbing a purse and stuffing the room keycard into it along with a tube of lipstick, her business cards and a credit card. I gave my afro puff one last pat to make sure that it was shaped just right."Yeah, Let's go," I smiled my best smile at her. I still felt a little sad, but I felt extremely silly mooning over a man I was never going to see again. We chatted about this Wesley Sekiya person on the way to the restaurant, but my heart sank when I saw that it was actually located in The Venetian itself. I hustled Sandy into the hotel and up to Delmonico. We were ten minutes early, but the maitre d' was more than happy to seat us at our table. The lovely, dark décor matched my suddenly dark mood. When the waiter took our drink order I ordered a double whiskey on the rocks. "Drowning your sorrows?" Sandy asked with a chuckle. "I just want to get out of here!" I snapped. "Oh, Ces, I forgot this is where he's staying," she murmured. "I just hope he doesn't come in here," I said as my drink arrived. I thanked the server and took a gulp. Then I choked. He was standing right there in the entrance to the dining room. "Wes!" Sandy stood and hurried to him. "We're sitting right here!" To be continued...