I was sure he was just going to take me up to his room and ask me to undress and then I’d never hear from him again the next morning. I was prepared for that. I wanted that to happen. I couldn’t eye-stalk him any more. I needed to touch him to know he was real.
But he had something else in mind.
It was 4 a.m. and he took me to the fanciest pool I’d ever seen in my life. It was deserted.
"It’s so hard to find a quiet place, right?" He stripped off his jacket and sat in a pool chair. He seemed sublimely relaxed all of a sudden. "You seem like you didn’t like your friends or my friends much tonight. You’re in Vegas, pretty girl like you, you’re supposed to be having fun, you know."
I stood there in my high heels and tight dress and just looked at him.
"You should get in," he gestured to the pool.
"You should!" I said.
He was lucky he was so hot and I wanted him so bad because his little game was getting annoying. But what the hell. I took a look around to make sure we were alone and started to strip down out of my dress.
"So I when I first moved to L.A. I really wanted to impress this girl," he told me as I undressed, "I was such an idiot, I had no money and I wanted to show her that I was really bad ass, you know. So I drove to this fancy part of town and helped her hop over this fence — which was kind of cool because I got to look up her dress, right — and then my idea was we would go swimming in the rich guy’s pool."
He was really enjoying this moment. At this point, he was laughing at his own story.
I jumped in the water wearing only my underwear. Seconds later, he was in the pool next to me and I could feel his bare chest against my back.
"So why was this a disaster?" I turned and he was pressed up against me.
"Because there was no water in the pool."
I laughed loudly. “Yeah, that would be a problem.”
And then with perfect timing, a group of people from the party we had snuck out of were upon us poolside, their voices breaking the quiet.
We broke apart a bit, my back to him, and they started to make small talk with him, asking about his mother and brother and how different businesses were going.
As he chatted with them, under the water where no one could see, he ran his hand up my outer thigh and then along my stomach, softly, lightly, barely touching me. His hand moved up my side, along my back, everywhere he could reach without being noticed by our company.
I was about to lose my mind.
With just those light touches and the silky feeling of the water against my skin, I was on fire for him. Whatever it was we were doing together tonight, it didn’t matter. I just hoped the others didn’t notice the hitch in my breathing as he rubbed his hand against my ass and without any spoken permission from me, his fingers worked their way around to the front of my underwear, softly, lightly …
There was no change in the tone of his small talk as he made contact with my core and he stroked me ever so delicately for just a brief second.
How was I going to make it out of Vegas alive?
"Well, you all it’s really late," he said finally. "And my girl here has to catch a flight in three hours."
"Oh, yeah, of course, sorry," one of the guys said, then winked and they all left.
I whipped around about to ask him what he was doing with me and he kissed me, hard, pulling my whole body against him in the water. His tongue plunged into my mouth and it was the most inexplicable relief. Like a glass of ice water on a cold day. And I was so thirsty.
"God, I thought they would never leave," he said, running his lips down my neck, his wet hair sticking to my face. "But, I don’t want to fuck you in this pool. That wasn’t my plan at least."
"Oh good Lord, what was your plan?" I breathed out, pressing myself against him harder. He could sense the frustration in my voice and laughed.
"Do you want to do this here?" he asked, looking me in the eye.
I held my breath and ducked my head under the water, groping with my hands until I found what I wanted. I took his length in my hand, tried not to be scared and pushed all the air from my lungs, opening my mouth to lick the head of his dick with my tongue. There was no turning back from this now. This was infidelity and I couldn’t talk my way out of it.
He pulled on my hair to get me out of the water.
"Okay, yeah, we’ve gotta go now," he said, putting his hand on my back and going to find us some towels.