A Room With A View


The cool air-conditioned hallway was a welcome change from the hot desert air outside. We had walked the block from the restaurant back to our hotel, just enjoying the atmosphere of Las Vegas. The dazzling lights and the glamour, just passing by as we walked arm in arm.

Over dinner, we had talked intimately in a booth in the corner. Drinking indulgently large cocktails full of fruit, we had reminisced about our past meetings. The place was buzzing all around us, with people laughing and talking. Sometimes, especially in Vegas, I would glance around the upmarket restaurant to see if I could spot the other escorts. It’s harder than you would think sometimes, even with insider knowledge.

I don’t think that anyone would have guessed mine and Matt’s relationship. We seemed like old friends catching up, and that’s because we honestly were. Over the times that we met, we had gotten to know each other quite well.


Matt always seemed a little tense at the beginning of our meetings. I got the impression that it was his natural state, how he was back in Chicago, and in his normal life. After a few minutes with me, he would start to relax and let himself go a little. I think that is probably one of the main things that he got out of his meetings with me, being about to leave his regular life behind for a few hours and to relax.


Like a lot of my clients, he had a job that took up far too much of his time and energy. The overworked lawyer just needed an excuse to really relax and someone to help him do it. I was always happy to be that person.

While we caught each other up on our lives, we held hands or stroked each other’s thighs under the table. Though the atmosphere between us was relaxed, the sparks were undeniable.

I wore a comfortable and simple silk slip dress. As we walked back, he put his hand around my waist and stroked the soft fabric. His large hand on my waist sent a little shiver through me and made me excited to get back to our hotel room.

As soon as I walked into the room, I slipped out of my strappy heels to make myself more comfortable. Walking barefoot on the soft carpet, I took the room in. The suite was huge and luxurious. The first room was a seating area with large comfortable chairs and a sofa. I could see into the bedroom and bathroom that branched off from the first room. The main feature of the room was definitely the view, though, you couldn’t ignore it.

Huge floor to ceiling windows covered one wall of the living area and the bedroom too. The room overlooked the strip, and the clear glass provided a beautiful view of the sparkling lights of the city. It was dazzling, even to someone who was fairly accustomed to opulence.

“This is beautiful,” I said before taking a look in the bathroom. There was a large marble tub that I thought was beautiful too. “We really must have a bath,” I told Matt as I kissed him on the cheek.

“I agree,” he said with a smile, “why don’t you run the bath while I get us some refreshments?”

Matt slipped out of his jacket so that he was just wearing a polo shirt and some smart dress slacks. With one hand casually in his pocket, he dialed room service. I watched him for a moment, just enjoying the confident way that he held himself. Matt was in his early forties and was starting to grey a little at the sides of his hair. I knew that he was a little self-conscious about it, but I thought that it made him look so dignified.

I started to run the bath. Slowly, the huge tub began to fill with water. I poured in some bubble bath and watched it foam up dramatically. Sitting on the side of the tub in my slip dress, I pushed my hand through the water. Mixing in the foam and monitoring the temperature.

“I’m getting in,” I called out to Matt.

I let my dress fall from my body and put my hair up into a bun. Carefully, I stepped into the bath. It was perfect; my attention to detail paid off. I sunk into the water, letting my body relax as the smells of the essential oils filled my nose.

A few minutes later, Matt entered with a bottle of champagne and some strawberries. We watched each other as he undressed. I smiled from the tub, the bubbles covering me like a blanket. Having spent many evenings together, there was no nervousness about nudity. He took his clothes off like it was the most natural thing in the world. I brought my knees to my chest to make space for him, and he slipped into the tub.



“This was a fantastic idea,” Matt said with a smile, “I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time.”

He held out a strawberry for me, and I took a bite. The sweet smell filled my nose, and I sighed. “Learning how to really relax is an important life skill,” I said.

“Somehow, I can only really manage it when I’m with you,” he said with a wink.

I laughed softly, “anything that keeps you coming back to me is fine by me,” I said. “I love seeing you. I miss talking to you when you leave it too long.”

He smiled and placed his hand on my knee. “I won’t leave it so long next time,” he promised, “you know how work gets, though.”

I tutted, “leave work at the door, that might be the first step to learning how to relax.”

“A good point,” he said, taking a sip from his drink.

For a while, we just relaxed in the water together and talked about an art exhibition we had both been to. Then the bubbles started to get a little thin, and his attention turned from the art we were discussing to my body.

With dreamy eyes, he looked at my body under the water. “You really are looking stunning,” he told me.

I smiled, “so are you,” I said.

I reached out and touched his knee. It was poking at the top of the water like a rock emerging from the water at low tide. He caressed my knees too, moving his fingers in little circles. When all the bubbles had dissolved, we got out of the water and wrapped ourselves in towels.

Sitting on the bed, we enjoyed the view as we dried. The floor to ceiling windows showed the light and the life of everything happening down on the strip. I enjoyed watching the twinkling lights with him, but in the quiet of our hotel room, the desire was starting to take over.

His body was beautiful, stretched out on the bed. I ran my fingers over his soft body hair and felt the slight dampness of it against my skin. Placing a kiss on the center of his chest, I felt the damp hair against my face and smelt all the sweet smells of our bath.

I stood up and walked over to the window. Gazing outside, I knew that Matt’s eyes were on me. I dropped my towel so that he could see the curve of my back and ass. Then I turned around. With the sparkling lights as my backdrop, I smiled at Matt. He smiled as his eyes wandered over my naked body, my skin in contrast to the night sky, and illuminated by the bright lights outside.

Sitting on the bed, Matt reached his hand out towards me. I stepped forward and reached my hand out to meet his. Standing in front of him, I felt his lips on my hand and his eyes on my body. He remained cool and calm, but I could tell that his desire for me was bubbling up to a boiling point, I knew him too well for him to be able to hide it from me.

I let my eyes wander down to his crotch. The towel was still wrapped around his waist, but I could see the outline of his growing erection. I brushed it gently with my fingertips, just so that he could be sure that it hadn’t gone unnoticed. He smiled at me.

Slowly, I lowered myself down onto my knees. I stared into his eyes, not looking away even when I started to touch his cock through the towel. With a smile, he nodded in encouragement, and I pulled the towel away to reveal his hard cock.

I wrapped my fingers around it gently, wanting to drag out the experience as long as possible. We weren’t in a hurry, and sex should never just be about the destination, the journey is even more important.

I squeezed his cock in my hand and felt the blood pulsing beneath my skin. Then, with my hand more relaxed, I started to slide it up and down his cock. It twitched in my hand, enjoying the massaging that I was giving it, and I saw a little pearly droplet of pre-cum on the tip. Sticking out my tongue, I slowly lent towards it. With a long and indulgent flick of my tongue, I lapped the droplet from the tip. Holding it in my mouth for a moment, I closed my eyes to really enjoy the taste that filled my mouth.

I took the head of his cock into my mouth and held it there, just enjoying the weight of it. Then I started to swirl my tongue around, enjoying all the different textures of his skin. As I started to lick and suck at the head of his cock, he threw his head back and started to moan softly. Encouraged by his pleasure, I worked more of his cock into my mouth until I was at my limit. Then I bobbed my head up and down rhythmically and listened to the music of his pleasure.

“I...I want to taste you,” he said breathlessly. I smiled and climbed onto the bed. Laying back, I entwined my fingers in his hair and guided his mouth towards my center.

I was already wet with passion and ready for his touch. My hips rose with the first lick of his tongue, a sudden wave of pleasure shooting through me. As he continued to lick at my clit, I settled into the flow of my pleasure. Closing my eyes, I let the sensations wash over me as I filled with intense pleasure.

His fingers found my quivering pussy. Pressing one finger and then two inside of me, he started to explore inside. The feel of me must have been driving him wild as his breathing started to become labored as his need for me grew stronger and stronger.

“Don’t stop yet,” I sighed, feeling my pleasure grow and grow.

He licked at my clit, the flicks of his tongue getting faster and faster, while he slid his fingers in and out of my cunt. Matt had found the rhythm of my body, and I found myself hurtling towards an orgasm. My toes curled as I tensed, and I gripped the sheets. Then a desperate high pitched moan escaped my mouth as I let my body take control. The release I felt was explosive, as the first wave of my orgasm hit me. My hips rose and fell off the bed as I moved through the motions of my orgasm.

I let myself relax into the bed, enjoying the buzz that the orgasm left me with, and gestured for Matt to come to me. On his hands and knees, he crawled up to kiss my lips. I smiled at him, then guided him onto his back. I kissed the tip of his cock again and breathed deeply the smell of his musk.

After giving his cock one final stroke, I straddled his lap. Looking down at him, I could see the desperate desire in his eyes. I pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance and held it there just to tease him. Then I slowly started to lower myself down onto his cock. I felt my wet cunt stretch out as I inched his cock deeper and deeper inside of me. He was moaning softly with every movement of my hips. Once he was fully inside of me, I sat there for a moment. I squeezed so that my cunt tightened around his cock and enjoyed the way his eyes widened from the pressure.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said breathlessly.

Smiling, I started to move my hips up and down. My pussy was so sensitive from my orgasm that he was hitting all the right spots. I threw my head back and let my hair swing in time with my bouncing. At first, I went slowly. I wanted to really feel the cock sliding in and out of me as I moved up and down. Gradually, I increased my pace until we were both wild with desire, and I could tell that I was riding him towards his orgasm.

I leaned forward and placed my hands on either side of his shoulders. I continued to ride him quickly, bouncing my ass up and down on his long cock. His hands started to move over my body, desperately gripping at my ass.

He was moaning frantically, I could feel his hot breath on my ear and the vibrations that his moans created. I could tell that he was getting close, I didn’t want him to hold back.

“Cum for me,” I whispered into his ear, “I want to ride you all the way to your orgasm.”

“Uggh,” he moaned, struggling to form the words. “I’m...Close...I’m...I’m going to cum.”

The way that he was falling apart in the face of his ecstasy made me smile to myself. He was giving in control to pleasure, to the pleasure that I was giving him.

“Oh...Oh, oh...My God!” He cried out, and he started to grunt. He shoved his cock as deep as it would go as he started to cum, and then I let him thrust it into me with the waves of his pleasure. His soft hands gripped me hard as he came.

I ran my fingers through his hair as he recovered from the powerful orgasm.

“What a perfect start to a relaxing weekend,” I said to him. Matt laughed and agreed with me. It was the perfect way to relax.