The Real Fling

by R. Silver

  “Thanks for convincing me,” I whispered to him. “I am already enjoying myself so much.” His hand caressed my cheek and his lips came over mine. I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue. As his tongue and lips carefully explored my mouth, his hand slipped under my blouse to cup my breast. I reached for his broad chest and dragged my hands down his torso to below his belt. Trevor undid the button and zipper of my jeans and slid a hand into my panties. I was already so wet and I immediately arched my hips up to give his fingers better access. As he purposefully rubbed my clit into back arching arousal, I unzipped his trousers and slipped my hands into his boxers to wrap my fingers around him. Moaning and grinding my hips against his hand, I pulled his cock into my mouth caressing the tip with my tongue. Suddenly, Trevor slid back from me.

  Panting with dissatisfaction, I tried to yank him closer. Grinning at me suggestively, Trevor zipped up his trousers. “Just a warm up for tonight, babe. I have to get to my meeting. Enjoy yourself today. Charge whatever you need to the room. Meet you here at six to get ready for dinner and a show.” Tucking in his dress shirt and whistling, Trevor left me alone in our suite.

  After a long bubble bath in the enormous tub, I put on my bikini, sun block, grabbed my romance novel and headed for the pool. The walkway to the pool area was crowded with young people set to party, families with children and older couples. I found a secluded chair near a palm tree and settled in with my book. Unlike my images of Vegas with old time gamblers, I discovered that Las Vegas was much more than roulette, black jack and slot machines. Hoards of young people were lined up for admission to the Encore Beach Club that was around the corner from the private pool that I was enjoying. I was too modest to even consider the European sunbathing pool (a.k.a. topless). Two women seated next to me were discussing which night club they would go to tonight without any mention of gambling.

  Sipping on a very strong and tasty Bloody Mary, I became thoroughly engaged in the adventures of Esmeralda and Reynaldo. Trevor could laugh at my book all he wanted; the sexual tension and the love scenes were intense. Suddenly there was a shadow cast over my book. “Excuse me, is this chaise lounge taken?” A tall dark haired man with built pecs and huge biceps was standing next to me. When he smiled, I noticed that he had the whitest teeth I had ever seen. “Hi, I’m Oscar. Mind if I share your sun.”

  Feeling vaguely guilty, I nodded. “Sure. No one is sitting here. I’m Sam.” I tried to return to my book.

  Oscar was lathering sunblock on his muscular back and I noticed he had a small tattoo on his shoulder. “Sam seems like a very masculine name for such a pretty lady,” he flashed that blinding smile at me again. “So tell me, Miss Sam, are you here in Vegas for business or pleasure?”

  I sat up and crossed my arms since I suddenly felt very exposed. “Oh, I’m here for pleasure. Well, my, my, umm, boyfriend is here for business.” Was that accurate? Could I call Trevor my boyfriend? I drank some of my bloody mary.

  Laughing, Oscar leaned towards me. “You sound like you aren’t sure who you are here with. Well, if I were your boyfriend, I would not be as foolish as he is.” I cast him a questioning glance. “I would never let a beautiful lady like you be all alone at the pool. Someone might charm her away from me.” With that, he lay back in his chair with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

  After a few more minutes, I finished my drink and gathered up my things. “See you later, Miss Sam. Maybe we'll meet again,” Oscar waved to me. I felt like I had gotten just a little too much sun.

  Chapter 15

  "I am so hungry! I was so busy enjoying myself I forgot to eat lunch," Samantha laughed as she held Trevor's hand. They rode down the escalator to the ground level to The Lakeside restaurant. The man-made lake backed by a three story wall with water cascading down made a dramatic backdrop. Two spheres, one lit blue and the other red, floated in a stylized dance across the water in time with music.

  Despite the spectacular view, Trevor had eyes only for Samantha. As her bare shoulder brushed his arm, he detected that hint of jasmine that lingered about her. The excitement in her eyes glimmered at him and gazing at her face and the tilt of her chin made his heart thud in his chest. Trevor felt inexplicably proud and a bit protective as he noted other men taking notice of Samantha and he pulled her in closer as they entered the restaurant.

  Seated at a table next to the lake, Trevor couldn't remember the last time he had felt so content. "I think you'll love the show O. The staging is pretty amazing and if you haven't experience a Cirque de Soleil show, it is a must-see in Vegas." Their server brought out a platter with crisp vegetables, pungent cheeses and succulent olives.

  Samantha took a sip of her cabernet and licked a drop from her lower lip. "Trevor, you sound like the voice over on the promo video I was watching in the room. Of course, if you were the spokesperson, women might just stay in their rooms and watch The Encore channel their whole visit." She giggled, the wine affecting her quickly on her empty stomach.

  They chatted about their respective days as they feasted on sashimi grade tuna with wilted bok choy and jasmine rice. The show on the water changed to a cartoon projected on the water wall and then to a beautifully shot video with pounding music. "So, how was the pool? Did you check out the European pool?" chuckled Trevor. "That might be something we should do together."

  "Hah, right," scoffed Samantha. "I am insecure as it is about my body. I am not about to go topless with a bunch of women with perfect breasts they bought from their local plastic surgeon."

  "Babe, yours are just right. Just enough for a handful," smiled Trevor. "Seriously, Samantha, it amazes me that you have no idea how gorgeous you are. The first time I saw you on the street, I was blown away."

  Samantha looked into her wine glass, keeping her gaze away from Trevor. His openness took her by surprise and she was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. As she lifted her eyes towards hers, his image shimmered from the tears welling up. Trevor reached across the table and wiped a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb.

  The server whisked a flour less chocolate cake garnished with mint and raspberries onto their table. "Don't mind me. I may be a little tipsy from the wine." Samantha brushed the tears from her eyes and squeezed Trevor's hand. Armed with their forks, Trevor and Samantha polished off the dessert with enthusiasm.

  The foyer to the theatre for O was brimming with people. The earlier show had finished and the next audience was waiting in anticipation. Trevor guided Samantha through the crowd with his arm around her waist and walked to the front of the line. The hostess took one look at the tickets Trevor pulled out of his jacket and escorted them in. From their seats, Samantha could see the entire stage. She turned around to take in the rest of the auditorium.

  "Isn't this supposed to be a water show?" Samantha scanned the program. "I don't see any water on the stage." Trevor draped his arm over her shoulders to read the program with her.

  "Hmmm. You smell so good. Are you sure you want to see the show?" Trevor was placing light kisses along her neck. Samantha pulled back from Trevor. Trevor laughed. "Okay, I'll behave. Yes, this is a water show. You'll be amazed at how the stage transforms. I'll go and get us a drink." He planted a loud kiss on her lips and brushed his hands against one of her breasts. Winking at her, he left their seats for the bar at the entrance.

  "Miss Sam, you are alone again,” a low voice murmured in Samantha's ear. Startled, Samantha looked up from her program. Oscar was standing in the aisle next to her seat. "You look even lovelier than you did at the pool. Has your boyfriend abandoned you again?" Oscar's tanned skin struck a vivid contrast to the cream dress shirt that was opened just enough to hint at his broad chest.

  "Oh no, he just went to get us drinks. He'll be right back," Samantha swiveled her head around to look towards the back of the theatre. On cue, Trevor was heading down the aisle with drinks in hand towards them. His smile grew tight when he saw Oscar leaning his hand on the back of Samantha's chair. "And, here he is. Trevor, this is Osc
ar."

  Samantha felt she could almost see Trevor and Oscar pawing the ground like bulls displaying their dominance. Both men gave each other a cursory nod. "So, Oscar, I know you won't mind leaving and finding your seat since you are not sitting with us," Trevor spoke curtly.

  Oscar placed his hand on Samantha's shoulder, "Enjoy the show, Samantha. Too bad your boyfriend showed up." With that, he sauntered up the aisle and crossed the theatre to his seat.

  Trevor sat with his arms crossed staring straight ahead. "Trevor, you aren't upset, are you?" Samantha placed her hand on Trevor's thigh.

  "Who was that guy? Was he hitting on you at the pool?" Trevor scowled into his drink.

  "No way. You can't be jealous!" Samantha laughed. When Trevor continued to scowl, she moved her hand higher up his leg and brushed his groin. He turned to look at her with dark eyes. "Trevor, I am here with you and I only want to be with you. Please don't let this ruin our evening." Her hand continued to caress his inner thigh and graze the enlarging bulge behind his zipper. Trevor grabbed her hand to still the movement.

  "Okay. I'm done being jealous. You had better stop or I won't be responsible for my actions." Trevor put his arm around Samantha's shoulder just as the house lights dimmed and placed a lingering kiss on her lips.

  They walked hand in hand through the casino. "Oh my gosh! That was so amazing. I cannot believe how the floor shifted and the water came and went. The performers were incredible," Samantha gushed. "Thank you so much for taking me." She stopped and swung her arms around Trevor and kissed him full on the lips without any thought that they were in the middle of the casino. The crowds of people walking on the carpeted walkway wound around them as they kissed.

  "You've certainly become a lot more spontaneous than when we first met," Trevor murmured into her lips as she pulled away for a breath.

  Samantha flushed. "Trevor, I don't know what came over me." Suddenly, she started to giggle. "Oh, I think I may be drunk. I am very turned on by you," she whispered loudly into his ear.

  Trevor started walking with his arm around Samantha's waist. "Babe, I am pretty sure you are past your limit. Let's get you to the room." Trevor steadied Samantha as the elevator shot straight to their floor.

  As Trevor hit the deadbolt to the door and hit the privacy button, Samantha dropped onto the plush sofa in the living room, plucking her high heel sandals off one at a time. Trevor turned to face her and watched as she pulled her hair clip out and left her hair fall free around her face. Standing Samantha reached behind her neck and released the clasp of the halter top of her dress. It cascaded off of her body landing in a silken heap around her feet. In just her lace panties, Samantha smiled at Trevor and motioned to him with her index finger to come towards her.

  Trevor placed his hands around her slender waist, his fingertips almost meeting at her back. Samantha placed light kisses on the angle of his jaw as her fingers slowly unbuttoned each button of his dress shirt and then pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Releasing her waist just long enough to let his shirt fall, Trevor placed a hand around her waist to arch her body into his as his other hand massaged and molded her breast and teased her nipples. Moaning into his mouth, Samantha undid his belt, button and zipper of his pants and then pushed his slacks to fall to the ground.

  As Trevor turned and sat back on the sofa, Samantha followed with him, straddling his thighs. Pushing herself up on her knees, Samantha grabbed Trevor's hand and guided it into her panties. Trevor shook his head. "Let me watch you touch yourself. Make yourself come for me." Tugging the lacy thong off, Samantha lay back on the couch with her legs spread and placed two fingers between her lower lips. Trevor's eyes darkened in arousal as he watched her spread her cleft and slowly manipulate her clit. Samantha arched her hips upward groaning as she inserted two fingers inside herself, sliding in and out in her wetness.

  Taking his boxers off, Trevor reached for a condom from his pant's pocket. Samantha sat up and spoke in a thick voice," Trevor, you know, I am on the pill. I trust you. We don't need a condom."

  Trevor dropped the condom and pulled Samantha on his lap. His hands traveled over her body, exciting and touching every sensitive spot. Samantha ground her clit against his thick, tense cock begging and moaning. "Trevor, please. I need you so bad."

  Finally, Trevor lifted Samantha in his arms and carried her to the bed. As she lay in the bed, her legs twisting and her hips arching from desire, he kneed her legs open as wide as they would go and pushed slowly into her hot core. Trevor groaned and growled into her neck. She was so warm and wet and tight. He pulled out slightly. "Samantha, damn, I am not going to last very long. You feel so good." Unable to hold back any longer, Trevor thrust himself long and deep inside of Samantha. The heat, wetness and friction made them both pant and thrust in tandem wanting it more and more. She writhed underneath him, digging her fingers into his shoulder and trembling as orgasm after orgasm washed through her. Grunting, Trevor climaxed and Samantha could feel the spasms of heat and desire shoot from him deep into her. When Trevor finally withdrew, he pulled her close into him with his chest against her back placing soft kisses on her shoulder. As he was dosing off, Samantha heard him whisper, "Stay with me always, Samantha."

  Chapter 16

  Claire giggled as she slipped her feet in the pedicure bath. "Oh my god, this feels so good it should be illegal." I wiggled my toes in my pedicure bath next to Claire's and fumbled with the controls for the back massager. "Now that you are so busy with Trevor, the only way to see you is to arrange a spa day," declared Claire as she pushed the start button on my back massager.

  "Claire, I always have time for you. Do you think I am avoiding you?" I winced as the pedicurist trimmed my cuticles.

  "Hon, stop feeling guilty. Totally normal for you not to be calling me as much since you have a guy in your life. To be fair, I think I deserve an update and perhaps a chance to meet Mr. Mystery Guy." Claire smiled down at her toes as her pedicurist applied a shocking eggplant color to them.

  My sedate pink polish looked subdued compared to Claire's color choice. "Well, I guess we are dating. We went away to Las Vegas for a weekend. We see each other every night. Sometimes we go out; sometimes we eat in; sometimes we watch a movie. We went to the farmer's market and bought the weirdest looking vegetables we could find and then tried to cook them." I smiled at Claire. "I think I really like him. As much as I wanted this to be just a fling, I think it could be more."

  Claire and I hobbled over with toe spacers in place to the manicurists' tables. "Sistah, if I did not love you so much, I would vomit from all that syrupy stuff you just said with that idiot grin on your face. You are totally falling for this guy." Claire nodded to the nail technician when she pointed to the eggplant nail polish. "Please do not tell me that the sex is good. Because then, I would know that this guy is not real."

  I sighed and shook my head. "No not good. Amazing." Claire flashed a grin at me and pulled her hand away from the nail tech to give me a thumbs up.

  As we sat in the lounge waiting for our next treatment, Claire badgered me. "So, the next step is meeting the friends. Let's make a double date. Trevor must have some friends." I finally promised to set something up only because Claire threatened to steal my cell phone and call Trevor herself. When the aesthetician walked into the lounge, Claire clapped her hands, “Samantha, guess what I got for you? A Brazilian wax!"

  I pulled my robe tighter as I gasped. "No way, Claire. Waxing down there has to hurt." The aesthetician, Myra according to her name tag, waited patiently.

  "Samantha, get with the times. No self-respecting single woman has hairy privates. I really cannot elaborate but I know you will think it is so worth it,” Claire spoke with the same emphasis as someone telling me to get a yearly Pap smear. "Have I ever steered you wrong?" Claire had a determined set in her jaw.

  "Fine. If this scars me for life, Claire, you'll be sorry," I grimaced at her. Having convinced me, Claire smiled sweetly and waved.

  Three hours lat
er, Claire and I were enjoying our spa lunch of salad, grilled salmon and spelt bread. My muscles were rubbery from the stone massage and my mound felt naked and vulnerable after my first Brazilian wax. As the chilled chardonnay slid down my throat, I felt spoiled and decadent just as one should after being poked and prodded solely for beautification.

  I had texted Trevor, at Claire’s insistence, about a possible double date. My cell phone buzzed.

  Sure. We can pick Claire up at 9 tonight. Dress for night club. Pick u up at 8:45. I read the text to Claire. “Ohhh. Sounds fun. Who’s my date?” Claire cooed. “No, don't ask him. It will be a surprise!” I smiled, admiring Claire’s sense of adventure.

  I checked my hair and makeup one last time in the foyer mirror before answering the door. Leaning against the door frame, Trevor looked absolutely delicious with his wavy hair pushed off his face and his gorgeous smile. As I turned to grab my clutch, I heard him take a sharp breath. "Samantha, I'm not sure I can take you out in public in that dress." I looked over my shoulder to see him raking his eyes up and down my back that was exposed to just below my waist.

  "What's the matter, Mr. Morgan? Are you worried someone else might hit on me?" I teased. "You know, paybacks are hell. Everywhere we go, women are practically jumping into your lap. Don't pretend you don't know it."

  In the elevator, Trevor put his arms around my waist and leaned his chest into my back to whisper in my ear. "Ms. Lin, you sound a tiny bit jealous. I don't even notice those other women you are talking about. I am keeping you very close tonight so those so-called other men keep away." I grinned and pushed into him, rubbing my bottom against his groin. Trevor growled in my ear, "Careful, babe, or we may need to go back upstairs and keep our friends waiting a while."

  Mason was chatting away to Chip when we slipped into the Navigator. Friendly as before, Mason gave my shoulder a squeeze and my cheek a warm kiss. "I feel honored to be invited to join you. You look stunning, Samantha." Winking at me, he ribbed Trevor. "Ms. Lin, you are more gorgeous than the last time I saw you. But, Trevor, you are as ugly as ever."