Meeting James - Chapter One - Sex Stories

Meeting James - Chapter One

... take ballroom dance lessons during my junior year of high school, a month before my oldest brother’s wedding. In the clubs that I frequented, the dancing was more of a bump and grind, pre-mating ritual, but this was formal and elegant, and he danced magnificently. I told him that my name was Melanie and I was a sophomore at UNLV working towards my accounting degree. We also discovered that we were from the same part of Southern California. I had moved to Las Vegas to go to college and get away from my parents (a much longer and messy story) and he was in town checking up on his businesses. He told me that he owned about 30 restaurants in the Los Angeles and Las Vegas areas and he was in town frequently to “put out fires”, as he described it. As the orchestra ended the song, he asked me back to his table so we could finish our drinks. I knew I should decline, but he intrigued me. I was struggling to put my finger on it, but couldn’t. I felt drawn to him and didn’t know why. Seeing that Sue was deep in conversation with a handsome man, who appeared to be about our age, I accepted his offer. I felt his eyes on me as I walked in front of him to his table. For the first time since we had arrived I felt self conscious. I was used to wearing revealing club attire; short, low cut dresses and skirts, that showed acres of skin and put a lot on display, but a little black dress in this haughty environment, had me out of my comfort zone, especially when the older women had chosen much ...

... more formal eveningwear. Regardless, I didn’t want to appear uncomfortable, especially to him. When I got to his table he smiled and told me not to go anywhere. I watched him walk across the room towards the bar to get fresh drinks. He moved effortlessly, confidently liked he owned the room. We spent the next several hours talking, dancing, and drinking. I loved his business background, and all the theories I was learning in my classes, he was putting into practice in his restaurants. We talked about management concepts, marketing schemes, and tax dodges, not exactly topics reminiscent of sexual foreplay, but I found him enthralling. He seemed to know a little about everything and he talked to me like an adult, something that very few people in my 19 years had done. Being around him was intoxicating and I stopped listening to that little voice that had told me to be careful. It was a little past midnight. About an hour earlier, Sue had grudgingly gone home. I reassured her repeatedly that I was alright, and she knew I could take care of myself. James made me feel comfortable and at ease. In truth, I just didn’t want this perfect evening to end. The dance floor was packed and the drinks continued to flow and I felt wired. The drinking and dancing were having an effect on me. I wasn’t sure what got my heart racing faster, his hand on my thigh as we talked, or the scent of his cologne as we danced. I was mesmerized by him and when he asked me to join him in his suite, I just ...