Meeting James – Chapter 3: Last day in Vegas, Melanie reveals her past to James

True story: Meeting James – Chapter 3: Last day in Vegas, Melanie reveals her past to James

by melanieatplay

It was six a.m. and I was wide awake. I heard James softly breathing and realized he was still asleep. I tried to close my eyes, but it was no use. I might as well get up.

Very carefully, I slid out from under James’ arm. I picked up the baby-doll and thong that we had thrown on the floor the night before, and walked into the bathroom. After using the toilet, I put on a bathrobe and snuck back out into the bedroom. He was still fast asleep and I really didn’t want to wake him, because I knew he had to be tired.

I walked into the great room and as I looked around, I saw a coffee pot in the kitchen area and thought that some coffee might help wake me up. I began to brew a small pot and then began looking for creamer. I found a few packets of powdered creamer which I always thought was disgusting, so I looked in the mini bar and found a small container of half and half. I was shocked at the price, $18 for the small bottle. Oh well… when in Rome…

I read my economics textbook and reviewed my notes for about an hour and a half while drinking my expensive coffee. I had a midterm exam in my Econ class on Tuesday and I wanted to start preparing for it, since I had procrastinated so long.

Once I was done reviewing the material, I began getting bored. I’ve always been the type of person who had to constantly be doing something. I peeked back into the bedroom and James was still asleep. I was surprised he hadn’t moved an inch.

Yesterday, as we were walking through the casino, I remembered seeing a sign for the gym. I hadn’t worked out since Friday morning and I thought hitting the gym would be a great way to pass the time until James woke up.

I snuck into the walk-in closet and picked out a cotton thong, sports bra, yoga pants, a tank top, socks, and a pair of running shoes. I dressed and headed for the gym.

I used the keycard to open the door, hoping the gym wouldn’t be too crowded. I scanned the large work room which was filled with different types of workout machines and various weights for lifting. There was only one other person, a guy, using a rowing machine. He was really into his workout and I didn’t think he’d bother me. My regular gym has a “ladies only” section that keeps the male gawkers away so women can work out in peace. They didn’t have a women’s area here, but thankfully on an early Sunday morning, and with only one other guy in the gym, it didn’t seem to matter.

I sat down on a mat and began to stretch and do a couple of yoga positions to warm up. As I stretched my legs, I felt some soreness emanating from my vagina. It had been a long time since I had this much sex with a guy, and even though we hadn’t been together long, I was feeling the effects as I stretched.

Once my muscles felt warm, I got on the treadmill and started running. I began to think about the crazy day and half since I met James. The car, the clothes, the fights, the sex…. It all felt very surreal as I played the events of the past thirty-six hours back in my mind. I kept telling myself that emotionally, I needed to keep my distance, but, as I admitted the truth to myself, I was getting caught up in him. I kept thinking over and over, why couldn’t he be single? Of course he has some issues, but I could fix him. I came to the conclusion that I just had to keep going with it and see what was going to happen.

Before I knew it, I had run eight miles and was covered in sweat. I pressed the ‘stop’ button on the treadmill and sat back down on the mat and started to stretch again, catching my breath from the run. This time, no soreness anywhere, GOOD! No matter what I did, I couldn’t get James off my mind, and I didn’t need my body reminding me of him too.

I used the keycard to get back into the room, James had to be awake by now. I looked down at my watch and was surprised to see it was 9:30. I walked into the bedroom and peaked through the door. Oh my God, he still hadn’t moved an inch since I left for the gym. Obviously, all of this sex is affecting both of us, but in different ways. Regardless, it was time for grumpy bear to wake up.

I slid into bed beside him. In his sleep, he pulled me closer, and then started to wake up.

“Good morning,” I said smiling.

“Good morning,” he said groggily, “what time is it?”

“Time for someone to get his ass out of bed,” I said laughing.

He managed a slight smile, and then closed his eyes again.

“It’s 9:30 James.”

“Okay, give me a minute.”

He rubbed his eyes, finally starting to wake up in earnest.

I lay beside him, studying his facial features. My eyes traveled over the tousled salt and pepper hair, those clear blue eyes, that sexy five o’clock shadow, in that moment, he was perfect to me, and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.

He looked at me, “WHEW, what have you been doing stinky?” he said, breaking out into laughter.

I gave him a dirty look, and then playfully punched him in the shoulder, laughing with him.

“I was at the gym running eight miles, while someone I know was still in bed sleeping,” I said, in mock disgust, smiling brightly at him. “Some of us have to work out so we can fit into those tiny dresses another person in this bed buys.”

He leaned over and kissed me and started to pull me towards him.

Oh hell no, I thought, as I playfully pushed him away. He needed to pay a little bit for that comment.

“I’m way too stinky to do anything in this bed with you, I’m going to go take a shower,” I said, teasing him.

I moved to get up off the bed, but as I looked into those sparkling blue eyes, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

I slid closer to him and we kissed softly. I slowly slid my hand under the covers and felt the hard muscles of his stomach. I felt his tongue play with mine as I slid my hand further south, finding what I was looking for. I grasped his fat cock and it immediately sprang to life. I gently stroked his shaft up and down while we continued kissing.

I felt him slide the covers off of the bed, which exposed his naked body to me. We continued to kiss and I felt his hand wander over my damp sports bra. Simultaneously, my hand rubbed the light mat of hair across his chest as my other hand was slowly stroking that cock that had been giving me so much pleasure. At that moment, I don’t think I wanted anyone more than I wanted him, in my entire life.

I gently pushed him away and stood next to the bed. I looked deeply into his eyes as I pulled my sports bra over my head exposing my large 36D breasts. I watched James take his cock in his hand and slowly start to stroke himself, while he watched me continue to undress for him. I slowly peeled off the damp yoga pants and thong, my eyes never leaving his as I finally pulled off my socks. I stood there naked in front of him watching his hand move up and down that long shaft.

I had never watched a man masturbate in front of me before, and I found it to be one of the most erotic things I had ever witnessed. It especially turned me on knowing my naked body was the inspiration he was using to pleasure himself. Almost without thinking, my hand moved down to my pussy and I ran a single digit through my slit in an up and down motion. The lips of my vagina were becoming engorged as my finger rubbed my clit and then back down, spreading the wetness over my sex. I heard him moan and he started to pull himself a bit faster as he watched me pleasure myself.

I couldn’t take any more. I had to have him inside of me. I got into the bed and straddled him. I scooted back on his stomach and felt the head of his cock find the opening of my vagina. I felt his hips push forward and he slid himself inside of me.

I gasped as he filled me in one slow push. I put my hands on his chest as we moved slowly together. We took our time, slow and easy. We both moaned together as his cock pressed into me, and then back out, over and over, in a slow, steady rhythm. I was content to let his hips do the work for both us, all the while feeling his cock move slowly in and out of me.

So much of the sex that we had since we had met, was rough and aggressive. It reminded me of two beasts beating their bodies together in an attempt to achieve release. And I admit, I loved that type of sex. Feeling him pound my body until I felt I couldn’t move was intensely erotic. However, I needed this type of sex too; soft, gentle, romantic, passionate, and tender. I needed to feel him making love to me, even if I knew he didn’t love me.

I felt him tense up below me and I knew he was almost there. I had been holding off my orgasm to this point, because I wanted us to come together. I reached down and gently rubbed my clit and we came in unison. I gently ground myself into him as I felt those hot splashes squirt inside me. I collapsed on him and we kissed tenderly. It was so romantic and passionate, it was perfect and exactly what I needed from him that morning.

A little later, we were walking in the casino, towards the café we had eaten at the day before. James had his arm around me holding me tight against his side. We both had showered, because he proclaimed that I wasn’t allowed to be “stinky” around him, or when I was in public. He could be such a smart ass, but God, I loved his sense of humor. He could be so funny when he wanted to be, and without even trying.

As we walked, and I watched him beside me and thought that most guys my age just tried too hard. They either tried to be funny when they weren’t, or they told me whatever they thought I wanted to hear, in a desperate attempt to get me out of my panties. A guy my age would have told me that I smelled like a rose, even if it wasn’t true. Especially if it wasn’t true, like after a long run this morning.

James was just himself, and he didn’t try to hide his emotions. Whether he was happy or mad, I knew it, and even though that irritated me sometimes, deep down, I appreciated that honesty.

I had chosen a simple outfit for the day; a matching, white lace bra and thong panty set, a short, faded blue denim jean skirt, a baby blue lace top and white sandals. I went through James’ closet and picked out khaki shorts and a dark blue collared polo shirt for him to wear. Even though he had impeccable taste in clothing, he didn’t always pair them well and of course, I was more than happy to stick my nose in and help him with that. He always looked so handsome and I kept thinking over and over, how much I loved being with him.