The bus trip to Las Vegas was uneventful and largely forgettable. However, the chance to spend several hours looking out of the window in silence allowed me to put my thoughts in order.

It was amazing how my thoughts cleared and my doubts disappeared as the bus trundled over the endless highway, with the horizon always just tantalizingly out of reach. I took a mental note to always go on a long bus trip alone when I needed some thinking time to myself.

By the time we had reached Las Vegas I was ready to swing into action. My mind was made up and I felt like a woman on a mission who had clear goals at last.

I went straight to the hotel address that I had been given by Frank’s kindly workers. Unsurprisingly, it was the biggest and most expensive looking hotel on the strip.

I felt too intimidated to go in and ask for Frank, so I hung around a fast food joint across the street and waited for him to appear. The hours passed slowly and I had to switch to a coffee shop to avoid getting too many strange glances from the people working there.

The sun went down and I was starting to get tired. Was he already in his room up or was he going to be out all day working? I couldn’t imagine Frank going out to play the slots machine or go on a massive drinking spree, so surely he had to arrive at his hotel at some point.

I had run out of places to sit down and watch the hotel from, so I started strolling up and down the strip while looking at the hotel entrance every few seconds.

Just as I was giving up hope completely, I thought I saw him. Dressed as immaculately as ever, he looked handsome, with a couple of days’ worth of stubble matching his gray hair perfectly.

He seemed to be wobbling slightly from side to another, though. Was he drunk?

Actually, that made me feel a bit better for some reason. Perhaps it would be easier to talk with him if he had been drinking.

“Frank!” I had to call out several times before he finally turned around. We were standing outside the entrance to his luxurious hotel. He took my arm rather roughly and pulled me into the hotel without a word.

I was a bit worried about his strange behavior as we entered the elevator and he punched the number 27. He was clearly staying in the penthouse suite on the top floor.

He turned to look out the huge glass window at the lights on the buildings in front of him. It gave a panoramic view of Las Vegas but because it was dark outside now it had turned into a giant mirror.

I stood behind him where he could see my reflection clearly and slipped off my dress. I don’t even why I did it, as it wasn’t the plan I had been working on at all. I guess I had decided to avoid all the complications that come with words. It was time to let our instincts take over and guide us now.

He smiled at my reflection but then shot a panicked glance at the numbers board on the elevator. We were on the 4th floor already but none of the other floor numbers were lit up. Of course, I had checked to make sure that no-one else had called it before slipping off the dress. There was still the risk that someone would call the elevator now, though.

The number 5 lit up on the board just as I pulled open his suit jacket and then his expensive Italian tailored shirt. He kissed me all over with big, greedy kisses that spoke a thousand words.

By the 10^th floor we were both completely naked. It was exhilarating to be with him in this setting without a care in the world. The city was sprawled out below us and life went on as normal for everyone in it. Not for us, though. Not that night.

The 15^th floor came and went, as did the 20^th. By the 23^rd floor he was putting his clothes back on but I wasn’t.

We finally reached the top of the hotel. He stepped out of the open doors as immaculately dressed as ever except for the shirt that was hanging out of his pants. Oh, and the suspicious bulge in his pants maybe took away a bit of his usual stylishness.

When he glanced around I was still completely naked in the elevator.

“Open the door of your room, please.”

Rushing to the presidential suite he quickly opened the door. As he turned around, I deliberately brushed my enticing, naked body past him slowly and sensually. On an impulse that I couldn’t resist I deftly lowered the zip on his pants before he closed the door.

I lingered in the entrance to the room, as though hoping that someone would see us before the door closed. Our relationship was back on track again but I wanted to make this a night he would never forget.

By now I had slipped my hand inside his boxers and was threatening to take them off altogether by sliding my hand delicately along the inside of the waistband, using every part of my hand to get him even more aroused. Frank helped me inside the room and closed the door behind us with a visible sense of relief that we hadn’t been seen by anyone.

That was the first time in my life that I had been naked in a public corridor and I felt a tremendous thrill running through my body because of it. This was what being fully alive felt like and I hoped that my new lover felt the same way.

“Lie down.”

“Listen Janie, we need to talk about how-”

“Now!”

He realized that obeying seemed to be the easiest option. Frank lay down and then I ripped his ridiculously expensive shirt open, with ivory buttons flying everywhere. He stood up to get his trousers pulled down roughly and his boxers ripped off. He looked down at the heap of crumpled and ruined clothes that cost more than some people make in a year.

“Lie down. Close your eyes.”

He lay down and closed his eyes. A hot, sticky liquid landed on his bare chest. It ran up to his chin and down to his exposed lower body, making his powerful upper thighs all sticky.

I carefully straddled him and lowered myself onto his torso. My tongue started to lick him clean. It was a delicious chocolatey syrup that I had bought before getting on the bus to Las Vegas.

“Open your eyes.”

I was still naked and had some the chocolate sauce dripping from my breasts onto his chest. It was all messed up in my hair as well.

“Do you still want to be with me, Frank?”

“More than anything in the world.”

I put a hand under a chocolate-covered breast and thrust it towards him, inviting him to taste it. He covered as much of the breast as he could with his mouth and started greedily licking the soft skin under the dripping chocolate.

He pushed my down onto a soft rug on the floor and began to lick the rest of my body, moving slowly downwards. I gripped the rug tightly as he began to explore the exact place where I had hoped he would go.

His expert tongue drove me wild. I wanted to do the same for him so I teased him, running my hands up his legs and playing with the chocolate that remained caught up in his hair there.

I leaned up when I could feel his arousal getting more powerful. I then bent forward and licked off some more chocolate, being very careful to let my skin rub temptingly against his most sensitive areas on the way down.

He took the initiative next by pulling me off the rug onto the wooden floor and rubbing his body up and down the full length of my body, covering me in more of the deliciously sticky chocolate and licking my body clean afterwards.

The bedroom was getting covered in chocolate but neither of us cared. We rolled across the floor to the window. I could see giant upside down billboards all around me and the ground dizzyingly far below us.

A soft but firm hand toyed with me between my legs, driving me wild by letting go each time just as I was ready to explode. Another hand then took my own right hand and guided it to the places where it really wanted to be.

I didn’t know what time we fell asleep on the floor in each other’s arm but it was already getting light by then. We had spoken very few words that night but they weren’t needed; we each knew what the other wanted and how to make it happen.