The Stranger

 
I was waiting at the hotel bar, day two of my sales conference here in sunny Las Vegas.  I do love coming here as opposed to other cities that host this each year.  There’s just something about the lights, noise, and never knowing what time it is that I find very exciting. The scenery isn’t so bad either. There are some fine looking men here this trip.
I’m staying at the Rio, nice place, and all the rooms are suites. King size bed with the most divine soft bedding, 800 count Egyptian cotton sheets, very cozy, and I haven’t had a problem falling asleep since I got here. My bath room has the biggest tub I’ve ever seen, jetted, and deep. It looks like it can fit two with room to spare, and I can’t wait to use it tonight.
He’s fifteen minutes late, I say to myself, one more drink and I’m out of here. Why the hell did I agree to meet Mike for a drink , all I want to do is get out of these heels I’ve been in since six this morning, and take a nice hot bubble bath.
“I’ll have one more” I say to Steven the bartender, nice guy, he’s been chatting with me since I walked in. “Heading out Emm” Steven asks, “yeah, doesn’t look like he’s going to make it” “Probably hitting on a hot machine or a hot blonde” I say giggling,” either way, I’m not waiting around”. As Steven is setting my drink in front of me, I glance toward the entrance, the most handsome, no, gorgeous hunk of man, comes walking in. As I lift my glass of Chardonnay for a sip, I steal a glance at Mr. Magnificent.
Oh this guy is hitting all my hot buttons. Tall, powerfully lean with dark hair falling to his collar. I blush with the sudden thought that I want to know about the body under his custom made black Armani suit.
As I eyeball him from head to toe, I glance back up and suddenly, the most intense emerald green eyes are staring back at me, so intense, that I feel this sudden magnetism, of vibrant, unrelenting power. He had on a white dress shirt, but his tie perfectly matched those brilliant eyes.
“Can I buy you a drink” he says. My lips were dry so I licked them before answering. “Thank you, but I already have one” I say in a voice that was way higher in pitch than normal.  Nervously, I say “how about you let me buy you one”? Staring back at me, with those piercing green eyes, I see the resemblance of a smirk from his gorgeous lips. “That would be wonderful” he says. “Mind If I join you”? Before I can answer Mr. Magnificent has joined me at my end of the bar.
“Are you expecting someone”? He asks, “Well, I was, but seems I’ve been stood up”.  “Any man that leaves a beautiful woman like you waiting would be a fool” His voice was so cultured and smooth, deep and raspy, it made my stomach flutter.
Did he just call me beautiful?  As I snap out of my semi daze, I realize I feel drawn to him, like he is pulling me into him. I have a sudden urge to rip his clothes off and have sheet-clawing sex with him.
“My name is Gavin, Gavin Sinclair, and you are”?  He asks as I find we are locked into each other’s eyes. “Emma Rossi”. “Well Emma, I am very pleased to meet you”. He grins, as he holds out his hand. As our hands come in contact with each other I once again get this jolt of electricity and by the look on his face, he feels it to. “Very pleased indeed” He whispers.
My God, five minutes with this guy and I have this restless, edgy feeling, I just can’t compare it to anything I’ve ever felt before.
“So Emma, are you here on business or pleasure”? Taking my eyes away for a moment as I take a sip of my wine, I answer “business, here for a 3 day conference”. “Awe that’s a shame, that doesn’t leave me much time”. “Time for what I ask”? “To get to know you” he answers. “Well you sure seem pretty sure of yourself there Mr. Sinclair”. In the sexiest voice ever he says” Ahh, but Miss Rossi, I am sure”. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life”.

I know I’m blushing, I can feel the heat in my face, and suddenly I find myself looking down, a little embarrassed. “He slowly places his index finger and lifts my chin till I’m looking directly into his eyes and says “don’t be embarrassed, and for the record, you blushing, is very attractive”.  I suddenly go weak in the knees and feel strong hands at my waist, steading me on my feet. He bends down to look into my eyes, and asks “are you ok, would you like to sit at a table”. We had been standing the whole time, I had been stuck in a chair all day and standing felt good, until now.
He places a hand at the small of my back and leads us to an empty table, orders another round of drinks and we start talking easily, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Many drinks and what seems like hours later, feeling a little tipsy, I tell Gavin, I think I better call it a night. He looks at me, like he could devour me, I lick my lips and he moans, Staring at his lips, wanting them on mine, he stands, moves around the table, takes my hand in his, and in one swift motion, pulls me into his arms, and into the sweetest, softest kiss, I’ve ever felt. Pulling me closer to his body, he deepens the kiss; I feel his tongue brush softly across my lower lip, inviting me to open. Parting my lips he accepts and his tongue is dancing with mine, we increase our hold on each other, pressed up against each other so tight, and I can feel how hard he is against my stomach. Our kiss has turned into something, hot, forceful, and full of passion. I want this man, on me, in me, any way I can have him, now! “My room or yours” I say, and the next thing I know, he’s holding up his room key.
Riding up the elevator, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and those kisses, where the hell did he learn to kiss like that! I giggled remembering a scene from the book Fifty Shades, the elevator scene, now I realize how easy that could happen. Lucky for us no one else entered.
The doors open and Gavin is pulling me down the hall, we stop in front of what must be his room, he looks into my eyes, and asks “are you sure” “I am” I answer. He presses me up against the door and kisses me deeply, while trying to slide the key to open it. I wrap one leg up around his waist, and he whispers “both of them baby”. With one hand he boosts me up around him, the door opens, we move, and I hear the door it being kicked shut loudly.  He backs me up against a wall, his hands moving up my thighs, pushing my skirt up as they go. He growls “garters, nice”. My hands are in his hair pulling his mouth to mine, our tongues lapping at each other. He pushes my skirt up past my waist, moves his hand between us till he’s touching me on the outside of my panties, which I know must be soaked from my arousal. “So wet for me” I like that” he says. He starts to move them aside, then I feel this fast jerk, as their ripped from by body.  His fingers waste no time as I feel them in the wetness of my pussy. “You’re so wet you juices are dripping into my hand” he says. I’m so hot for him right now, my body is craving his cock, I want him in me and I tell him so. “Please Gavin” ‘please what”? He asks. “I want you”. “Oh no baby, not yet, we have to take this slow. I want to play with you”. With that I feel two fingers plunge deep into me. “I gasp” And Gavin proceeds to finger fuck me and rub my clit with his thumb. I’m building quickly; I know I can’t last, he feels so good. Faster he pumps me with his fingers, I feel myself tighten around his fingers. “Cum for me Emma” he says. I still and scream out his name as I have the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever had. He continues pumping his fingers into me, drawing out every last spasm, making it last. Could it get any better than this I say to myself?

To be continued…