Cristina woke up with a start. She knew she was not in her own hotel room. She looked at the time on the clock on the bedside table. It was 6 a.m. She knew she had to get out of there before the naked blonde guy, next to her, woke up. She looked across at him. He really was a handsome man. This was not something that she normally did. This was probably the first time she had ever slept with a man she had just met.
She carefully got out of the bed and slipped back on her very low cut silver top, her short black mini-skirt and her lace underwear. She picked up her silver stilettos and quietly, opened the door and got out of there, as fast as she could. She took the elevator, headed straight to the lobby and asked the doorman to call a taxi for her to get back to her hotel.
As she arrived back at her hotel, she saw her red-headed friend, Janet, also coming out of a cab, holding her shoes in her hand.
"Hey there, slut," Janet called out to her.
"Hey, whore," Cristina answered. They both burst out laughing as they headed upstairs to their room.
"So tell me, how good was he?" Janet asked.
"He was amazing. Such stamina. Oh my God, Janet, some of the best sex ever," Cristina said. "What about you?"
"His friend, the club owner, was pretty darn good," Janet admitted. "Let's check out of here, go grab some breakfast and catch our plane back to San Francisco."
"Yeah, let's get moving," Cristina said, as they got into their rooms, brushed their teeth, took showers and changed into casual clothes to get to the airport.
As they boarded their plane back to get back to their normal lives, Cristina sunk back into her seat and thought about the previous night's events.
On Friday, during the work day, she and Janet had decided on a whim to go to Vegas for the weekend. They were both stressed out. Cristina was dealing with her ex-boyfriend, continuing to call her, even though they had broken up two months ago. He wanted to get back together but she had found him too clingy. After all, she was only 24 and couldn't have some guy, too dependent on her like that. She was young, single and free. So this is why both she and Janet could just pick up themselves and head to Vegas on Friday night.
Janet had said, "We're going to have a great time in Vegas. We're gonna check out this nightclub, Storm, that they have on the rooftop of this hotel. I have always wanted to go, since I saw it in that reality show."
"Okay," Cristina said. "You choose wherever we go. I will be your wingman or is it wingwoman?"
'We're gonna pick up some good-looking guys and Cristina, no prudish outfits. We're gonna be hot, sexy and so smoking, you're going to see the heat rise from us. We are single and ready to mingle," Janet said. They had spent most of the day on Saturday, shopping at the finer stores in Vegas. In the end, Janet had persuaded Cristina to buy this very low cut silver top and a micro-mini leather skirt. "You are gonna be so hot in that," Janet shrieked. It was not something that Cristina would choose for herself but she allowed herself to be swayed. It was far more revealing than anything she had ever worn.
"What the heck?" she said, as she plunked down her credit card at the cash register. "Nobody knows who I am here."
"That's the spirit," Janet said. Just then, Cristina's phone rang. It was her ex-boyfriend, Dane. She groaned, switched off her phone and remarked, "Not going to worry about you, this weekend." Janet chuckled.
That night, Cristina and Janet found themselves at Storm. Their skimpy attire and fetching appearance were like admission tickets for the doorman. He allowed them to cut to the front and into the nightclub. Janet was so pleased about that. "See, I knew these outfits would work for us."
Cristina felt a little self-conscious as she could see that the men were ogling her and undressing her with their eyes. They found a nice corner table, where they could get a good view of the Vegas lights. They were just admiring the city skyline, when a waitress brought across two cosmopolitans for them.
"I am sorry, we didn't order anything as yet," Cristina said. "That's not ours."
"They are from the two gentlemen across there," the waitress said, gesturing to two men at the bar – one blonde, the other brunette. They were both handsome men. Janet picked up her drink and gestured to the two men. "Listen, girls, please take the drinks," the waitress whispered. "The dark haired one is Louis Reynaud, who is my boss and the owner of the establishment. I think the blonde guy is his friend, who is visiting from out of town." She left the table with a smile.
"Doesn't it mean that by accepting these drinks that we are giving the guys the okay to come over," Cristina said.
"Probably," Janet said. "What are you worried about? They are very good looking and as far as I can tell, they are the finest men in this whole place. Look out, they are coming across here." They both stared intently at their drinks and pretended not to notice the men, making a beeline to their table.
"Hello, ladies," the brunette said. He was tall, tan with very dark eyes and long eyelashes. "My name is Louis Reynaud and I run Storm." His blonde friend was quieter and was a sharp contrast in his looks to his dark-haired pal. He was blonde with the most brilliant pair of blue eyes Cristina had ever seen. She gave him a small smile.
"Hello, gentlemen," Janet said. "Thank you for the drinks."
"Always a pleasure to provide drinks for such lovely ladies," Louis said. "This is my friend, Owen Hunt. He is just visiting from out of town. Are you two from Vegas or visiting, too?"
"Oh, we are visiting," Cristina said. The blonde man smiled back at her. He had a lovely smile, she thought.
"So what are your names?" Louis said. "I can't keep calling you lovely ladies even though both of you are very lovely."
"I am Celine," Janet said. That was the first name that came to her mind because she saw the sign for the Celine Dion show, earlier.
"Uh, Kim," Cristina said, as she saw a poster for Kim Kardashian, staring back at her from behind Louis. Kim was going to host a party at the club the next week.
"Ah, Celine and Kim," Louis said. "Do you mind if we join you?"
"Of course not," Janet said. If the owner of the establishment joined them, that meant free drinks all night. The two men sat down, with the blonde next to Cristina and the brunette next to Janet.
"So where are you girls from?" Owen asked.
"We are from LA," Janet said. There was no need to tell these men that they were from San Francisco.
"Where are you from, Owen?" Cristina asked.
"I am from New York," Owen said. "Just visiting my college buddy, Louis. We went to Princeton, together."
"Ooh, great school," Cristina said. "I went to Cornell." That was true. She did go to school at Cornell. That was probably the first true statement she had said for the night. After a while, she found it so easy to talk to him. He was funny, in addition to being good-looking.
After a few rounds of drinks, the two couples were getting cosier with each other. Or maybe, it was the loud, pounding music that forced them to move very close to the next person to hear what the other had to say. Owen whispered into Cristina's ear. "Do you want to dance?" His lips brushed her ear lobe and she got shivers up her spine. She was starting to get so turned on.
"Yes," she answered. Maybe the alcohol had loosened her inhibitions, as she found herself grinding on Owen on the dance floor. Her hands ran over his back and she could feel how strong and muscled he was. She wondered what he would look like naked. She looked back at Louis and Janet and they were making out with each other at the table. She could feel Owen's ever stiffening length pressing against her. He started nibbling on her ear. Her mouth found his neck, as she gave him a sharp nip.
"Ow," he said, playfully. He looked down at her and their lips found each other's. Was she really doing this? Making out with a guy she had just met , two hours ago, in the middle of the dance floor in a nightclub in Vegas. Her mother would not approve, she knew but she didn't care. She wondered if it was something in the Vegas air that made someone feel so uninhibited and free.
"Let's go to my room," he said, between kisses. Why the hell not, she thought. She gave him a sultry smile, as an answer to his question. They went back to the table to grab her purse. "We're just going to leave you guys," Owen said. His friend nodded, knowingly, while Janet gave her a huge grin. Owen grabbed her hand and they headed to the elevator. As soon as the door closed and he pressed his floor number, she launched herself at him. Their lips hungrily found each other's, as she accepted his probing tongue into her mouth. The door opened and he still had her pinned against the wall, much to the amusement of the older couple, who was entering the elevator.
"Excuse us. Sorry about that," Owen said, a little embarrassed, as they exited the elevator. They made quick time to his room, which was 1815. As he opened the room, she knocked him over and they fell to the floor. He closed the door with his foot, giving it a good shove. They started ripping each other's clothes off, discarding them wherever they fell. He marveled at the flawless smoothness of her body, as he admired how lovely she was. "You are beautiful," he said.
"So are you," she answered, as she left a trail of kisses on his muscled chest. Their mouths gravitated together as they hungrily tasted each other, once again. His fingers found her center, as he plunged in first one, then two, then three fingers. She was wet and willing and waiting for him. Her hand rapidly stroked his member, which hardened even more under her nimble fingers.
"Do you want me?" he asked. "Yes," she said, but good sense still prevailed even though her libido was controlling her. "Do you have a condom?" He was still a stranger, albeit a very hot stranger, and she was about to share this intimate act with him. He dug into the pocket of his discarded jacket and pulled out a couple of condoms.
She giggled. "It's nice to see that you are prepared." He chuckled as he ripped open the condom packet with his teeth and slid the condom on to his cock. He pushed her legs up, as he entered her. The penetration made Cristina gasp with pleasure. It felt so good. She hadn't had sex, since she broke up with Dane and she knew she missed it. As he pounded into her, she held on to his firm buttocks, pushing him to go deeper inside of her. She didn't want it to end but she screamed when she finally came. As her walls tightened around him, he finally released his seed. He rolled off her and pulled off the condom. "That was amazing, Kim," Owen said. For a moment there, Cristina wondered who was this Kim that he was talking about, then she remembered it was her fake name.
"Let's take this to the bed," she said, as she got up from the floor and ran to the bed. She fell back into it, luxuriating in its plush covers. He picked up his remaining condoms and placed them on the bedside table. She gathered that they were going to do this, several more times. She was definitely looking forward to it.
They rested for a while, until Cristina's fingers found her way around his cock and started stroking, again. This time, she didn't just use her fingers, as she found her way down to pop it into her mouth, first just sucking the tip, and then using her tongue to titillate the neck of his cock. She licked the entire length, before taking him into her mouth, once again. She sucked, greedily at it, as if it were a popsicle, taking as much of him as she possibly could. "Oh my God, you are very talented, Kim," he said. He almost threw her off her game when he said that name, again. He pulled her up and kissed her deeply, as he slipped on another condom. He turned her to her side, lifted her leg and entered her from behind, making her gasp with the feel of him, inside of her.
Cristina lost count that night of how many positions they tried or how many condoms they used. They were so spent after all of that love-making that they both fell into a deep sleep, until the next morning, when Cristina made a surreptitious dash out of that room. Thinking about the night made Cristina smile.
The flight attendant interrupted her thoughts as she asked Cristina what she would like to drink. "Just some orange juice," she said. As she sipped on her juice, she still felt bad that she left Owen, that way. He was a sweet guy and if it weren't for the fact that she was just going to be in Vegas for that night, maybe they could have had something. Or was she romanticizing it because she had never done that before. She didn't quite know.
When they got to San Francisco, she and Janet shared a cab to go home. As she took her suitcase out of the trunk and turned to go into her house, Janet shouted from the car, "Hey, Cristina, what happens in Vegas…."
"Stays in Vegas," Cristina shouted back, waving to her friend, as the taxi drove off.
A/N: Please leave your comments. I do appreciate and enjoy reading them. Next chapter will be Owen's point of view.
