Her husband had been unwavering in his support, constantly reassuring her that she was a desirable and attractive woman. But despite his best efforts, she had felt there was something missing in her life at the time. His solution, after a few tragic circumstances had forced both of them to recognize that life is too short, was to help her uncover and rediscover some of those fantasies she once had. A new job and a new outlook began to conspire to bring out more than she expected.
Truth be told, Andee was never looking for the opportunity to “cheat” or have an affair; she just wanted to feel what so many women desire: that she was still able to be a sexual being and attract the attention of other men. It wasn’t about being able to have sex with them – or even go beyond perfectly routine social flirting – but as time progressed, more doors opened. The first time was an incredible turn on for her, and she would have been perfectly content to leave it at that. But her husband encouraged her to explore even more; setting her on a path of sexual enlightenment and the emotional roller coaster that came with it.
And each time Andee found herself with another man, or woman, the events would take a turn to the wild side. And shortly after each time, she would find herself trying to understand the growing sense of guilt within her. But only until her imagination took hold again, and she would be lost in delightful memories of how it felt to be with someone new. It was as if she was lost in a void between her fantasies and a strange reality that allowed her this sexual freedom.
Her mind was drifting back through memories of her last visit to Vegas, and where her sexual adventure all began when she realized someone was speaking to her.
“Would you prefer the aisle seat?” a handsome man asked as he stood in the narrow aisle. Andee looked at him, trying to bring her mind back into the here and now.
“I don’t mind sitting in the middle, if you would prefer to have the aisle seat,” he explained.
“Are you sure?” she replied. “Thank you ... I would prefer the aisle seat. I’m not a big fan of flying to begin with.”
Andee grabbed her things and shuffled out of her seat and allowed the man to slip into the middle seat.
“I don’t mind,” he said as he settled in and stuffed a newspaper into the pocket below the food tray in front of him. “Most flights, I just sit back and listen to some music or try to have a nap.”
Andee rearranged herself into her new seat as she listened to him talk.
“Connor,” he said, extending his hand.
“Oh ... uh ... Andee,” she replied as she shook it. His hand was warm and strong. Andee had a thing for men with strong hands.
She settled into the aisle seat and took out her tablet to read some of the materials she had saved to it for the trade show she was attending. It was easier than carrying a laptop around with her, and could keep a few other less-business-like items also on it, such as her romance books and the collection of naughty photos her husband would occasionally leave as something to help her imagination when she was alone at night.
“Those are pretty handy gadgets,” her neighbour commented to break the boring silence of the flight. “Especially when you’re stuck flying around the country.”
She figured Connor was in his early 40s. He was a handsome man, obviously travelling for business as well, given the manner in which he was dressed.
She smiled and answered his comment. Andee soon found herself engaged in conversation with him, chatting about why she was headed to Las Vegas and about her job. She learned that he was recently divorced and was travelling to Nevada to visit his son who was attending school there on a baseball scholarship. She told him that her own son was a baseball player, younger, but loved the sport and hoped to play at a higher level some day.
As they talked about their children, Connor pulled out his wallet and showed her a photo of his son in his college uniform. Andee reached for her electronic tablet and told her seat mate that she had a few action shots of her own son from the previous season. But as she opened the gallery application, the first album was something she was not expecting. Her cheeks flushed as she tried to quickly scroll past the rather personal photos that her husband had uploaded to use when promoting her naughty adult hobby on social media sites. She had completely forgotten they were on her tablet, and she thought her new friend must have seen them.
But, if he did, Connor didn’t let on ... like a perfect gentleman he waited until she found the album containing the photos of her family.
After showing off some of the more appropriate photos to her fellow traveller, she stuffed the device into the seat pocket and tried to redirect the conversation away from anything that would involve more photos. After about two hours of conversation, the pilot announced they would be landing and asked everyone to prepare for arrival.
Andee figured she had everything gathered and said a polite “Nice to meet you” to her friend and wedged her way into the aisle and off the plane.
Every trip to Vegas was an experience – even McCarran International had slot machines in the gate area. If nothing else, she loved the warm weather and had it in her mind to spend some time poolside before heading home. Andee made her way down to the luggage carousel and then out to the taxi stand to get a ride to the hotel. She was anxious to get checked in and enjoy a bit of quiet time before taking in one of the evening events at the conference.
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“Fuck,” she said out loud as she came to the realization she had left her tablet on the plane. Andee had practically dumped out each bag in a desperate search for her electronic gadget, only to realize that in her haste to get off the plane and on with her day, she forgot it was in the seat pocket.
Heartsick at the loss, she texted her husband and asked him if he could send her an email with at least the names of the people she needed to connect with and the agenda from her hard drive at home.
Dejected, she grabbed a shower, got dressed and headed out to the opening night of the conference.
When Andee woke up the next morning, she was still ticked off at having lost her tablet. Not only was it a personal electronic item, but it also had some important business information on it for the trade show. She was hopeful that her husband had been able to send her some of the information from her computer at home overnight. As she scrolled through her emails on her phone, she saw one marked “tablet” in the subject line.
“I hope you get this while you are still in Vegas. I was the guy sitting beside you one the plane. You left your tablet in the seat pocket. I would like to get it back to you if I can. Regards, Connor.”
For a moment she was relieved to know it had been found – until the memory of what was on it popped into her mind.
Connor had also left his cell number and a request that she call it to make the arrangements. She paced for a few minutes, trying to think out the reality that he may have been curious enough to look through the private gallery stored on it, but also hoped that maybe he had forgotten and just did a quick scan of the information to find her email.
“Hello, my Canadian friend,” he said with an enthusiastic voice when he answered. Call display she figured. “I’m happy you called me ... I have something of yours that I’m sure you would like to have back as soon as possible.”
They chatted for a few minutes and made plans for Connor to meet her later that day at one of the restaurants in the hotel where she was staying. It would give her the opportunity to get to the trade show and do what she needed to do, and then back in time to meet him for dinner. It wasn’t the perfect arrangement, Andee thought, as she only had a few open opportunities to meet with the people she had travelled to see – but she needed her tablet back.
Andee raced through her day, trying to connect with some of the key people before wrapping up her first day and heading back to her room to get ready to for the evening.
After jumping out of the shower and quickly drying her hair, she scanned through her outfits to see what would be appropriate for meeting Connor. She hadn’t planned for much other than business and the days after, when her husband would be in town. Her wardrobe was a bizarre contradiction in terms – only suitable-for-work business suits and barely-there cocktail dresses suitable for night clubs and flirting madly with her partner.
In the end, she picked out a simple dark green dress she had brought along in case a business meeting moved to a classier restaurant, nothing too fancy but still sexy enough to be noticed. The only drawback was, with the way it buttoned up on the side, it revealed quite a bit of leg. Andee figured the safest route would be to slip into some pantyhose – despite how much she disliked wearing them versus stockings when she required hosiery – and try to present herself with a hint of modesty.
A pair of high heels and she was ready to head down to the restaurant to meet Connor and retrieve her tablet.
The casino was alive with the sounds of bells and buzzers going off from the various games as she strolled around the outer edge of the slot machine area. Andee loved watching people and figured that if her dinner wrapped up quickly, she might find herself a barstool in the middle of all the action and take in the sights and sounds. She wasn’t much for gambling … lady luck never seemed to be on her side, as she learned more than a couple times back home.
Connor smiled and stood up as Andee approached the table. She smiled as she noticed his quick glances up and down. The slit on the side wafted open slightly as she walked towards where he was sitting, revealing a delightful amount of leg.
“You look very lovely tonight,” he complimented her with.
He remained standing as she sat, a nice gentlemanly gesture she thought, but also knowing he was enjoying the view as she adjusted the hem of her dress. She looked up at his eyes just in time to catch him stealing another glance at her legs before meeting her glance with his.
“I'm so glad I caught you before you headed back home,” he said as he sat down across from her. “I know how valuable these things can be.”
“Thank you so much. I was absolutely panicked when I discovered I had lost it. But how did you know how to find me?”
“Um ... to be honest with you, Andee, I did have to ... uh ... look on it to get your email address.”
Andee blushed, rolled her eyes and looked around the room in an effort to avoid eye contact with him. Wonderful impression, she thought, meet a handsome man on the trip here and what he gets to see is photos of her in various stages of undress doing some very naughty things with her husband’s erect cock. She let out a nervous little giggle, followed by a breathless, “Oh good lord.”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t scroll through anything personal,” he added matter-of-factly. “But, you know ... well ... never mind.”
“What?” Andee said as she placed her elbows on the table and leaned over towards him. She could see her new friend struggle with trying not to look down the neckline of her dress.
“Well ... uh ... whew,” he stuttered with a slight boyish grin on his face. “I did catch a quick little peek of those photos when we were chatting on the plane. I wasn’t going to embarrass you – not that you have anything to be embarrassed about. Not even close. And, really, I didn’t get to see an awful lot ... really.”
“I don’t normally keep things like that on here,” she replied quickly as she shuffled back into her chair, trying to hide her shyness and embarrassment. She was suddenly having second thoughts about her flirtatious nature with Connor. “But sometimes my husband can be ... well … it’s just his way of teasing me.”
“Seriously, you don’t need to say anything more about it,” he said reassuringly. “And you know what, if my ex-wife was as fun like that ... maybe we would still be married.”
Andee looked at Connor across the table and just smiled. She wasn’t really sure exactly how she was supposed to answer, or add to the conversation. It wasn’t the subject she would normally launch into with someone she had really just met. She picked up the drink menu and began to scan for something and hoped the waitress would come over soon.
Connor must have sensed she was at a loss for words.
“And there are probably a lot of men who wish the same thing. I think it’s too bad people forget to have fun as their marriages settle down. If you ask me, your husband is one hell of a lucky man.”
“Thank you,” Andee replied. “He is a very ... unique individual and I’m very lucky to have him in my life.”
Connor continued on talking, telling her about his philosophy on marriage, why his failed and people having misguided expectations in relationships. Andee always found it interesting to learn other people’s perspectives, because her own relationship was far from anything conventional; but despite that, it was remarkably strong and resilient.
After dinner, they walked around the casino floor for a little chatting about nothing in particular, until Connor brought up the question about gambling.
“I have a slight gambling problem,” she told Connor, taking a sip from her drink. “Every time I make a bet, I seem to lose.”
He laughed, “In Vegas, most people do. What’s the most you’ve ever lost in one bet?”
“My panties,” she answered in a hushed tone, watching to see his reaction. Connor only smiled as the realization took over his mind.
“That’s the first time I’ve heard that. I heard ‘lost your shirt’ but not ‘lost your underwear’,” he said referring to the old cliché about betting. “Maybe I’m making the wrong bets?”
Andee laughed. The drinks were making her feel a little more at ease, and she playfully explained to Connor about the bet she had made with her husband; which resulted in her losing a pair of her panties – to a certain co-worker with whom she had more than a flirtatious relationship with. The more detail she began to add, the more intriguing questions came back from her friend. A flirt by nature, Andee enjoyed sharing her private life with men like this; it was a bit of a kinky thrill for her and was always an interesting conversation.
As she and Connor continued to get deeper into the conversation, they stopped in the table game section and watched some of the big time players gamble for a while. As they chatted, Andee drew closer to her friend, occasionally touching his arm or shoulder while they talked; flirting was something she did extremely well.
“Have you ever just put some money down for fun?” Connor asked in mid-conversation.
“Not really ... other than the occasional lottery ticket and other than the stuff I just told you about, my gambling habit consists of playing some penny slots a couple years ago when I was here with my husband,” she answered as she took the last sip from her drink. “I guess despite the hot Italian blood in me, there’s also a healthy dose of frugal Scottish.”
“Well, come on ... let’s try one game. Just for the sake of saying you have played in Vegas,” her friend encouraged. “I’ll even give you the chip to make the bet with.”
Andee flashed him a pretend scowl. “I couldn’t let you do that. What happens if I make the bet and I lose your money? That wouldn’t be fair. No ... I don’t think so. I’m bad luck.”
Connor looked at her for a moment waiting to see if she was going to change her mind, or even if Andee was even being serious with him. And as she looked back into his eyes, she knew exactly what he was thinking – she had planted the idea firmly in his mind when she told him about her game with her husband and co-worker back home.
“No, no, no ... I know exactly what you are thinking. Very naughty,” she replied with an unconvincing air of indignation and then a giggle.
“Besides, that might be a problem,” she then whispered into his ear as she leaned closer to him to explain. “I’m not wearing anything under this dress other than my pantyhose.”
“That will work!” he replied with a huge smile. Connor grabbed Andee by the hand and led her through the casino crowd to one of the Roulette tables. When they got to one, he quickly explained the rules of the game and told her to put her chip down anywhere she wanted.
Andee watched for a couple rounds before carefully selecting where she wanted to place her chip. “One bet, win or lose?” she said as she leaned over the table, surely giving the guys on the other side a nice view down the top of her dress.
“Just for fun ...” Connor said.
Andee placed her bet on the number she wanted and waited as the little white ball spun around and around on the wheel before falling nowhere close to her number. She turned and shrugged with resignation at her friend before apologizing for losing his money.
“Come on, it was just for fun. Besides, most of the drinks at the bar cost way more than that,” he replied. “And now you can say you actually gambled in Las Vegas.”
“And lost,” she answered with a sigh. “I told you gambling isn’t a good thing for me.”
She slipped her arm around Connor’s elbow and gave him a friendly squeeze as they walked away from the table.