Anxiously, I watched the valet doors. I scanned each person as they walked out into the blistering desert heat. The attendants eyed me, annoyed, as I sat idling in my truck, just past the hotel drop off.
Is she going to come? I wondered.
We had been chatting online for over six months and her trip to Las Vegas had been planned for three of those. It was strange how easily we had connected. Neither of us had been looking for anything other than a common interest, a friendship. What we found had become much more; a life changing bond had formed between us.
Our first conversations had quickly turned from food, kids and family to a sexual nature. Our first sexual conversation had been a virtual challenge of sorts. It was a childish game, but fun nonetheless. The winner would be the one who made the other 'need' to come first. The loser would have to buy drinks the first time we met, if ever.
She had gone first. It was easy to see that she was trying to impress me as she told me of the time long ago when she had taken a co-worker to a bar after work, how they had become buzzed and silly and how she had taken her back to her apartment then fucked and dominated the woman with a dildo.
I remember laughing; the skin of my hips was still raw from the three-way I had been involved in just the night before. I recounted the evening for her. It had progressed, and then culminated with both of the girls on all fours taunting me to 'Fuck them like I owned them.'
I had been somewhat surprised when she began telling me how excited she had become. As I ended the story, her demeanor had obviously changed. She had cussed at me, saying she was going to visit the bathroom, and apparently she owed the first round.
It only progressed from there. Our time together became a need for both of us. We found that we shared many of the same sexual likes and dislikes. She was initially taken aback that I was so experienced. She affectionately called me her "little whore." She was used to being the one with all the experience; I was something new to her.
Sex had always been a huge part of my life. Many years in the BDSM lifestyle had allowed me to fulfill most any fantasy I could think of. She, on the other hand, had lived a "Vanilla" lifestyle. I joked that she was my little 'vanilla bean' and the nickname stuck. The majority of her sexual explorations had been from her college years. She had had the stereotypical experiences and debauchery of multiple partners, male and female.
Her life had been changed, first by marriage and then by kids. She settled into the typical lifestyle one would consider as normal. She had a good life and a great job, but still she was left wondering if there was more. She had a burning desire for more than attending church, kid functions, and serving time on the school board.
The years had not been good to her marriage. Slowly, almost unnoticeably, over the years they had drifted apart. Many of our first conversations were discussions on how to help her salvage her relationship. After just a couple of months it was apparent that they merely cohabitated.
Even though it was toxic, her marriage was a struggle for me. At age nineteen, I had a year-long affair with my boss who was then thirty-four and had lied about leaving her husband. I had no intention of being the "other man" again, nor was I interested in marriage. Our virtual 'relationship' seemed to be disconnected just enough from reality that I was able to deal with it.
Over the next three months, we had settled into a comfortable relationship. Things had changed slowly. We began "sexting" each other, which quickly turned into phone calls. I loved to listen to her come as I told her what I wanted to do to her body. Next, we found each other on Skype. Our shenanigans became more heated with each session. The line between virtual and real life had blurred.
Her curiosity about the BDSM lifestyle filled many of our discussions. She learned I was a Dom and slowly learned some of the many of things I would expect from a sub. Though initially shy, her curiosity proved too much as she began to experiment. She excelled at her training. Practicing her positions with me, she proved to have a natural and graceful form. She continually struggled with relinquishing control, which I knew would not be an issue if I was in the room with her.
Reality found me a week ago, when she announced her flight plans. She was coming to Las Vegas with friends. She had known for months, but had waited to surprise me. She had given me her itinerary and where they were staying. She wanted to know how we could meet, as she planned to escape for a moment.
I had been flooded with emotion; of course I wanted to meet. But I doubted that we could only meet casually. There was no way I could sit across from her and not touch her. My desire to smell her scent, hold her hand, and fuck her was overwhelming while a thousand miles separated us. It would be impossible to be in the same room with her and not give in to my desires.
"You won't want to leave," I had said and then quipped, "You won't even show up."
With each excuse, each comment of mine, she had reassured me. "Have faith in me, Michael."
Perplexed to say the least, the last week had been a flurry of activity for me which had led me here today to the Valet parking of the New York, New York Casino.
I glanced down at my phone. "Five minutes," I had told her. "I will wait five minutes, from 2:00 to 2:05 for you to come out. Not a minute longer," I had warned.
2:03 My heart was racing, beating through my chest. My palms were sweating as I glanced at the rear-view mirror with built in temperature gauge, it showed 118 degrees. Fucking August! I thought.
She had given me a detailed description of what she would be wearing. I scanned for the long white summer dress, and sandals that she said she would wear.
The loud, shrill shriek of a whistle brought my attention to one of the valet attendants, as he waved for me to drive. Fuck off! I thought. I'm not blocking your precious driveway.
2:04 It wasn't going to happen. I hadn't heard from her all day. Maybe they were delayed. Maybe she'd changed her mind. I should go. Every thought tumbled through my head. Never had I been this worked up over a woman. "What the fuck am I doing?" I asked aloud.
2:05 I felt my stomach turn as the tightness in my chest lessened. I was disappointed, yet relieved. Fuck, I'm conflicted. I thought as I pressed on the brake and dropped the transmission into Drive.
