God how I hate the conventions, they are always the same, meeting, seminars, discussions, always the same. At least the locations tend to be enjoyable, especially this time. Since we are in Vegas it made it easy for me to find a companion for the evening. As they say "What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas", and that is all my husband needs to know.
The gentleman I will be spending the evening with comes highly recommended from someone I am very close to. He better at these prices.
Ah, there he is, very handsome a year or two older than me, in good shape but not bulked at least from what I can tell. Nice suit, a little scruffy around the edges, but I like that.
He strolled over to me confident as if he has known me for years. He takes my arm and proceeds to escort me out, he introduces himself as Jeff and I introduce myself as Marie. He handed his ticket to the valet and as we waited he told me that I looked stunning and gave me a quick kiss.
His car arrived and he opened the door for me and helped me in. We were then off to a little romantic restaurant that I love. The tables are spread apart and separated with plants, wall and other devices to further seclude the tables, it is all very private and intimate. We arrived, again he opened my door and assisted me out, did I just catch him glancing at my legs and was that an appreciative smile?
We walked into the restaurant arm in arm and were quickly shown to our table. I slid into the booth and he then slid in next to me. The lighting was low and seductive and he looked very handsome as was being so attentive that I was in my own slice of heaven.
We quickly ordered and then had the table to ourselves. He asked me why I was in Vegas, if I was enjoying my stay, my interests, my hobbies, my work and general questions. As I answered each question he paid close attention, hanging on my every word.
I felt him move his had to my thigh as I answered his questions, his hand felt warm on my thigh, sending little tingles through my body. As I continued to answer his questions he leaned closer, I could smell him, it was a manly smell, provocative, enticing, I wanted to smell more.
As our small talk continued his hand started massaging and rubbing my thigh. His touch was firm but gentle, sending little pulses through me as he would gently grab my thigh while rubbing it.
I tried to continue the small talk but his intense gaze and rubbing made it hard to concentrate on the questions and answers. He leaned closer and I lost my train of thought as he pressed his lips on mine and gently squeezed my thigh.
His kiss sent shivers through my body. He moved his other hand to the back of my head and pulled me closer, kissing a little harder while still kneading my thigh. The he slowly pulled away, leaving me longing for more.
As if on queue the waiter brought our dinner. I struggled to regain my sense, however the food smelled absolutely delicious and this helped bring back to reality.
We ate with him continuing the small talk and still he seemed to be hanging on my every word. Every now and then he would brush my arm, push my hair over my ear, bush my leg with his, just a little touch here and there, enough to keep me tingly.
Before I knew it dinner was over and we were headed out again. As we waited for the valet he leaned over and lightly brushed his lips over my neck and shoulder, goose bumps appeared all over my body. Again when the car arrived he opened the door and helped me in, this time I made sure he got a good look at my legs as I let my dress ride up as I sat. He definitely smiled appreciatively that time.
