We arrived in the city and went straight to the parking garage of the casino. It is one that is never closed and never empty plus it’s a damn site cheaper than any of the other parking places nearby. I collected the ticket at the entry and drove straight up the ramp. It’s not worth wasting your time looking on the lower levels for a spot especially when the elevators take you to any floor you want. Besides, your car is less likely to get damaged because there are less people parked on the higher levels.

I ended up going all the way to the roof. The weather was supposed to be nice all weekend and unless it was packed, not many people parked this far up. To be completely honest I had visions of fucking Sarah over the bonnet of the car up here with everyone in the buildings around us all able to watch. So yeah, I kind of had an ulterior motive.

However, at this point we had other things to attend to. We wandered back down to the reception desk and got our key card to get into the room we had booked earlier. We went to our room and had a look around.

The view of the city was amazing. We had our own private balcony which looked down over the city to our left and to our right was the new extension of building we were in whose rooms also had their own balconies. Absolutely everyone with the exception of the lowest floors had a great view. It was going to look spectacular at night.

We went back up to the car to collect our bags and on the ride back down in the elevator Sarah was squirming. She would slowly rub her thighs together in the most erotic way and couldn’t stand still.

“Are you okay babe? You look like you’re busting for the loo.”

“I’m just so fucking turned on today. I can’t remember ever being this horny. I’m so wet I can feel my cum running down my thighs, it’s so slippery.”

“Fuck. Keep that up I might just have to fuck you right here and now.”

“I wish you would.”

“Oh man, I’m going to end up being arrested by the end of this weekend.”

I could smell her arousal and I wanted so badly to taste her.

Just then the elevator slowed to a stop and a couple got in. They appeared to be in their early to mid fifties. He looked terribly embarrassed and she looked like she had had a chardonnay or three too many. Someone started the weekend early. She wobbled into the elevator on heels clearly not designed for this level of alcohol intake while he bravely held onto her elbow to stop her landing face first on the floor.

“Don’t push me around Philip; I know how to walk on my own.”

He looked at me apologetically.

“Sorry.”

Although he was speaking to me his wife took that as an apology to her.

“Just be gentle with me or I’ll be covered in bruises.”

“Yes dear.”

The sigh and the resignation in his voice spoke volumes.

He was clearly in for a very long day and he knew it.

The woman turned around and appeared to notice us for the first time.

“Hello. Are you two love birds here for a show or are you gamblers?”

“Leave them alone Alice.”

“Oh shoosh Philip. I’m just making conversation with the lovely couple.”

Sarah for some masochistic reason decided that now was the perfect opportunity for complete honesty.

“No show for us, we’re here for a dirty weekend.”

I swear I was crimson as was Philip. This was clearly another way for Sarah to tease. Alice never batted an eye.

“Good for you love. It’s been a bloody long time since we had one of those isn’t it Philip.”

Poor Philip, I doubt he would have minded too much if the elevator just plummeted right down into the basement right now. Then it got worse.

“What’s that perfume you’re wearing dear? It smells familiar but I can’t quite place it?”

Oh dear god. Sarah looked her straight in the eye.

“It’s called intense arousal, you should get some.”

“Ooh it sounds good, where do you get it from?”

Sarah pointed right at me.

“I don’t know; he got mine. Where do you get it from honey?”

I’m not one to be outdone.

“Oh you can find it in all kinds of places. Yours was found in a coffee shop this morning.”

Philip had a look on his face that could only be described as mortal embarrassment. If the poor man went any redder I swear his head would have just popped.

It must have been with intense relief for Phillip when the door to their level opened and he dragged Alice out.

“Don’t be so forceful Phillip. You’ll trip me over.”

“Can we please just get back to the room?”

“Ooh Phillip you naughty boy, you are keen aren’t you.”

“Oh for the love of God.”

This last was heard as the elevator doors slid shut again. Both Sarah and I were in fits of laughter imagining the afternoon ahead for Phillip.

We had just managed to get control of ourselves when the doors slide open again on the ground floor. We strolled, arm in arm, out into the sunlight and the sounds of a busy city.