Meeting James - Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Meeting James - Chapter Two

“We have a lot we need to do before this evening, and we need to get started,” he said in a commanding tone. He paid the check and we walked out of the café, his arm securely around me. It was the first time he had touched me since we woke up naked together that afternoon. We walked outside to the valet station and he handed his ticket to the attendant. It was a beautiful sunny day, maybe mid 80’s I guessed, typical spring weather for Las Vegas. There were several couples ahead of us, so I knew it would be a few minutes before they’d get James’ car and bring it around. One of the couples, who I’d guessed was in their mid 30’s, had a baby stroller. I watched as the mother doted on the baby while the father talked on his cell phone. I then looked over and saw two college-aged guy’s not so subtly checking me out. I looked away, ignoring them while I simultaneously felt James possessively pull me closer to him. The two gawkers taking the hint, looked away and inwardly I smiled to myself. In the year and a half I’d been in Las Vegas, I hadn’t really dated and it struck me that I had forgotten what it was like to be part of a couple. The valets delivered the cars to the young family and my admirers and they drove away, which left James and I waiting along with two middle aged women. They were standing far enough away from us so that I couldn’t make out everything they were saying. However, both of them were giving me the ‘stink eye’ in a big way and whispering what I was sure to be ...

... snide comments to each other. I’m sure James could feel me tense up as they continued to look at us and rudely sneer. Just as I was about to verbally engage the spiteful old bitches, a blue convertible Mustang pulled up in front of us. “This is our ride,” James said as he pulled me towards the car. He tipped the valet and we sped off quickly down the Las Vegas strip. I was looking forward, gritting my teeth. The more I thought about them and the spiteful things I was sure they were saying, the more I seethed in anger. James’ voice snapped me out of it. “What’s wrong,” a look of concern in his eyes. “Nothing!” I snapped, looking forward again. “If I were to venture a guess, I’d say your sudden foul mood would be the result of what those two women were saying at the valet stand.” “I didn’t hear them,” I said curtly, which was a partial truth because I couldn’t clearly make out their words. “How can I put this kindly,” he paused, “they appeared to think that I was renting you for the evening,“ he said, looking soothingly into my eyes. My blood was now boiling as James confirmed my suspicion. “Nasty old bitches,” I said under my breath, but loud enough that James heard me. He suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road. “Look at me Melanie,” he said, sternly. I defiantly looked down, ignoring him. “Now!” he said, in a voice so cold it chilled me to the bone. I sheepishly looked over at him. His icy voice brought me back to a time in my childhood when I was a few seconds ...