Las Vegas Nights
My long-distance lover took me to Las Vegas for a few days recently. It’s not far geographically, but a whole different world in every other way from my cabin in the mountains. The trip was a real break for me, time spent with my lover is always a mini-vacation from reality and the glitz and furor that is Vegas is a change in attitude and altitude.
I always spend some spa time getting nails done, massage etc. A treat that always makes me feel especially sexy and glamorous. The preparation for a night out like this; the makeup, silky stockings, new dress, heels, lingerie, etc, is part of the foreplay for me. Time taken to think naughty thoughts about the evening and it’s conclusion, deliberately dressing for it, inviting looks and touches in public that can only go so far.
A night out like this, especially in a different place than home, is foreplay too. Always knowing that you’re going to end up naked together but enjoying the erotic lead up of dinner, a show, dancing, lingering kisses in the back of the taxi, whispered promises of what’s to come, a hand sliding up my leg to the tops of my stockings under the table. These all add to the lovely erotic tension that causes the explosion of hands and mouths when the elevator door closes behind you.
