Meeting James Ch. 02

He remained at a slow and steady pace, rocking in and out of me. I felt that familiar feeling starting to build. My breathing increased and I knew my orgasm was fast approaching. I felt him take my nipples between his fingertips and roughly pinch them. The semi-intense pain immediately sent me over the edge as I felt the waves of my orgasm wash over me. Involuntarily, my hands left the wall and I felt his hands on my hips steadying me which prevented me from falling. All the while, he continued to slowly fuck me through my orgasm.

Once he could see that I had control of my body again, he said in a low voice between grunts, "Put your hands back on the wall Melanie."

While complying with his order, I felt him increase the pace. The water continued to cascade over us which caused a slapping sound as our bodies made contact on each hard, powerful thrust.

He was aggressively pounding me now which felt incredible. My knees started to go weak and I found it difficult to remain in the standing position against the wall with my hands above my head. The slapping sounds grew louder and I could hear his breathing start to change and become shallower. I knew he had to be close and I could feel myself begin to climb again as those familiar shock waves started to travel through me. His hands were on my hips and he used my body to give him increased leverage to thrust into me harder and deeper. I started to shake in orgasm as his hard thrusting abated and he grunted loudly as he came inside of me. After his orgasm subsided, he fell forward into my back, which in turn, pressed me forward into the shower wall. For several minutes we remained motionless as the water continued to wash over us. As our breathing returned to normal, I felt his cock lose its rigidity and slip out of me.

He kissed my neck and then whispered into my ear, "I think I need another shower."

I felt amazing as we walked through the casino side by side, with James' arm around me. I loved wearing black as it was a great contrast to my blonde hair and the short dress really showed off my long, tanned legs. I was in such a great mood from the amazing sex, that I barely noticed the nasty looks that we got from some of the people in the casino.

Before I knew it, we were on the freeway heading west to Summerlin. Being from Southern California, I always thought that Summerlin is to Las Vegas, what Beverly Hills is to Los Angeles. It's a small, affluent community with nice homes and restaurants and apparently one of those restaurants was owned by James. If his restaurant in Summerlin wasn't making money, then there was definitely a problem he needed to fix.

I had pinned my hair up because I didn't want the wind tussling it and I knew James would have the top down again in the Mustang. It was a beautiful spring Saturday night and I loved the romantic vibe I felt being with him. James had his hand on my thigh as we drove which sent chills down my spine. I loved how he liked to have his hands on me. It was nothing overt or necessarily sexual, just a constant reminder from him that "I'm here." Maybe it was something more, but I couldn't put my finger on it, I just knew I liked it.

I was really hungry and I thought about teasing James that the food at his restaurant had better be good. However, I reconsidered my jest. If his restaurant wasn't making money, teasing him about the quality of the food might not be wise.

Outwardly, he was in a good mood, smiling and talking to me like everything was fine. Inwardly, I was beginning to know him well enough to sense some underlying tension. This wasn't a fun night out for him. This restaurant was costing him money and I could tell he was serious about getting to the bottom of it.

A short time later we pulled off the freeway on Town Center Drive and drove about a mile to what looked to be an exclusive part of Summerlin. We had driven through an area with multi-million dollar homes and very expensive looking shops and boutiques and arrived at a large Italian restaurant. I had remembered reading about it in the 'best of' section of several Las Vegas magazines, and for whatever reason, it surprised me that James owned it.

We pulled up in front of the restaurant and a young valet took the keys and another young man opened the doors for us as we walked inside. Upon entering, we were almost immediately met by a middle aged man.

"It's good to see you again Mr. Moretti," the man said as he shook James' hand.

I could see the tension in the man's eyes and felt the strain between them during their brief interaction. So much for a fun night out.

"David, this is Melanie," James said, looking towards me.

David quickly shook my hand without even really looking at me. His hands were clammy, almost wet. I realized just how nervous he was.

"I reserved a table in the back Mr. Moretti, please follow me," David said.

As we walked through the restaurant, I looked around and appreciated the elegantly decorated walls, appointed in a somewhat modern, but also hints of a classic Italian theme. As David led us to the table, I noticed immediately that the restaurant was full, nearly to capacity. It was an older crowd; most of the men were in suits and many of them wore ties. Most of the ladies were wearing longer, formal dresses, while a handful of the more daring ones had on shorter, sexy dresses like mine. Many of the women wore very nice jewelry. I saw what looked to be very expensive watches, bracelets and necklaces. It was definitely an upper class crowd.

David sat us at the table in the middle of the room and then took a chair close to James and they began talking quietly. I could make out a few words, but, for the most part, I tried to ignore them. There seemed to be enough tension between them and I didn't want to make a bad situation worse by eavesdropping on their conversation. A pretty waitress approached the table and handed James and I menus. I quickly scanned the offerings and their corresponding prices and noticed how expensive everything was.

"Do you have any questions for me?" the waitress asked, smiling sweetly, looking directly at me.

She had an olive complexion with dark skin and eyes. She had beautiful brunette hair in a ponytail that reached the middle of her back. She looked to be in her early twenties, and she was truly striking.

I looked at her name tag, "Which salad would you recommend Gianna?" I said, looking into her beautiful dark eyes.

"We have a great antipasto salad that comes with your choice of either shrimp or chicken," she said, as she touched my arm lightly.

Okay, I'm not crazy; she's flirting with me. The way she touched my arm definitely confirmed my suspicion.

"I'll take the antipasto salad with chicken and a glass of white wine."

By now, the conversation was growing heated between the men. James didn't even acknowledge Gianna at the side of our table as she attempted to take his order.

Trying to assist her, I leaned in and whispered, "Did you find what you wanted to order James?"

I looked over and saw that my question momentarily put the increasingly tense conversation between the men on hold.

"Just pick out something for me," James said, snapping at me, before returning to his conversation with David.

I was shocked and hurt at the rude and hurtful tone in his voice. Trying to compose myself, I turned to Gianna.

"He'll have whatever is on special tonight."

She nodded, giving me a quick look of understanding, realizing something wasn't right at our table between the man I was accompanying and her manager. She turned quickly and left.

I nonchalantly scooted my chair away from the men, trying to give them as much privacy as I could, without making it look too obvious to the other guests.

It was a festive atmosphere in the restaurant. The couples at the other tables were laughing, smiling, and talking while they enjoyed their meals. This was a stark juxtaposition to what was transpiring at our table; two men heatedly talking under their breaths, and at times, looking like they were seconds from coming to blows.

A few minutes later James stood up, looked at me, and angrily said, "We are going to the office to talk."

Without further explanation, both men abruptly left.

Once they were gone, I was the only one sitting alone in the dining room. To make matters worse, it felt like every eye in the room was on me. It wasn't enough that I was the youngest one in the restaurant, eating with a man who was more than twice my age, but now, he'd left me by myself. My mood was turning fouler by the second and I found it much more difficult to ignore the judgmental stares of some of the older people sitting around me.

A few minutes later Gianna brought our plates of food. She set them down and gave me a caring, sympathetic smile.

"Can I bring you anything else?" she said softly.

"I'll take a better boyfriend." I said, forcing a smile.

She looked tenderly at me and squeezed my hand.

"I'll be back to check on you soon," she said compassionately, before turning and walking away.

I looked down at my dinner, the salad looked delicious.

The aroma from my plate was causing my stomach to grumble, so I decided to eat. Who knows how long James will be anyway.

I had taken several bites of the salad, when James returned to the table, without David.

He sat down and looked at his plate, "Who ordered this shit?" he said, looking at me angrily.

Shocked at his statement, I looked down at his plate. I had been so upset I hadn't even noticed what Gianna had brought. I turned, and looked at him with daggers in my eyes.

"I guess the special tonight is escargot. You could complain to the owner, but I doubt it would do much good because he's acting like a real asshole this evening."

James' jaw dropped open.

I stood up, "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom," I said, without looking at him.

Almost in tears, I turned and walked towards the front door. I was tempted to walk out, but thought better of it. I needed to calm down. I saw the sign for the restroom and opened the door and walked in. I scanned the row of stalls and headed towards the last one, noticing it was larger, for women in wheelchairs. I opened the stall door, quickly locked it behind me, and sat down on the toilet. It took everything in my power not to cry.

I took stock of my situation. What the hell was I doing here? It was Saturday night, and I should be in a club drinking, dancing and having fun. Instead, I'm in a stuffy Italian restaurant in Summerlin, surrounded by two-hundred old people, and getting yelled at by a man I barely knew. I unzipped my purse and began digging around in the clutter looking for my cell phone to call a cab. Just as I found it and pulled it out of my purse, I heard a knock on the stall door.

"Are you okay?"

I recognized the voice, it was Gianna. I opened the door and she stepped inside with me and closed it behind her.

"I heard everything and I just wanted to check and make sure that you were all right," she said softly, her tone barely above a whisper, even though we were the only ones in the restroom.

"I'm fine," I said softly, looking down, embarrassed that she had overheard the argument between James and I.

She smiled at me and said, "Older men can be just as big of a pain in the ass as the younger ones."

We both burst into laughter and she gently touched my arm.

I looked into her eyes and felt the sexual tension between us. She leaned in and our lips met as we kissed passionately. I heard her heavy breathing as I pressed my body to hers while our tongues explored each other's mouths. We slowly broke the kiss and leaned back away from each other. Our eyes were still closed, both of us enjoying the erotic embrace.

Moments later, we opened our eyes and simultaneously smiled at each other, neither of us wanting to break the romantic mood by talking. After a few seconds, she spoke.

"I need to get back to the floor before they send a search party out after me," she said, looking into my eyes and tenderly smiling at me. "As much as I'd like to stay in here and make out with you all night, I can't afford to lose this job."

God, she had the most beautiful, big brown eyes I had ever seen. I was instantly smitten with her.

"Don't worry, you won't lose your job. I'm fucking your boss's boss."

We both burst into laughter again like school girls.

She reached down and gently took my cell phone out of my hand. She pressed a few digits, and then handed it back to me.

"Now you have my number, and you had damn well better use it," she said, smiling brightly, before giving me one last hot kiss on the mouth.

She took my hand and led me out of the stall. I couldn't help but look down and notice her tight black slacks and the amazing ass that filled them. My God, I thought, is there any part of this girl that isn't perfect?

She let go of my hand as I stopped at the sink while she kept walking towards the bathroom door. When she reached it, she stopped, and turned to face me.

"It's none of my business, but for what it's worth, Dave makes everyone around here crazy." She looked down, then those beautiful brown eyes looked back up into mine and she continued, "You're right, he was an asshole, but I saw the way he was looking at you when you both came through the front door this evening. Give him another chance."

She smiled and walked out of the bathroom.

I put my phone back in my purse and contemplated her statement. I took a moment to check my hair and makeup in the mirror and then I walked out of the bathroom.

When James saw me walking up to the table, he stood up and pulled my chair out. After I sat down, he pushed my chair in and then took his seat next to me.

I looked at his plate. The snails were gone and a big steak was in its place.

"I wasn't sure you were coming back," he said softly.

Oh hell no, I thought. You're not getting off the hook that easily.

"I almost didn't," I said, looking icily at him.

He looked down. I could see the embarrassment and regret in his eyes. Slowly, he looked up at me.

"I handled that situation poorly. It wasn't right to leave you at the table by yourself, or snap at you when I got upset, and I apologize," he said sincerely.

"It's okay."

He reached down and gently rubbed my thigh. The world felt right again.

We both ate silently for a few minutes. I could tell by the change in his demeanor that there had been a resolution to the situation between him and David. My better judgment told me to stay out of it. Then I thought, if I'm his girlfriend, why can't I be nosey?

"May I ask what happened between you and David?"

He looked at me for a moment, contemplating my question.

"An assistant manager has been stealing money for the last three months and I fired him. David wasn't in on it, but I still held him responsible. Because he's the manager, it shouldn't have taken him three months to discover that someone was stealing from me. David is going to pay back the stolen money and everything is fine now."

James paused for a moment, looked around the dining room, and then continued.

"He's a good manager. Just look at this place, the customers are happy and this restaurant is very profitable. Firing him would only create more problems that I'd have to fix later. He just can't be that complacent. He has to watch this business closer, and from now on, he will," he said, before taking another bite of steak.

I smiled sweetly at him. I found myself thinking how much I liked the fact that no matter what was happening, he had it under control. My mind was starting to wander, thinking about his love of control, when a voice broke the silence.

"May I get you another glass of wine?"

I looked up and saw those big, beautiful brown eyes.

"I think my boyfriend would just like the check Gianna," I said, smiling at her.

She returned my smile, giving me a knowing look that said she realized James and I had put things back together.

"That's not possible Ma'am," she said sweetly. "My manager told me that your meals are on the house."

"In that case, I'll take another glass of wine Gianna."

"I'll be right back with your wine Ma'am," she said, our eyes meeting, as she touched my arm again and turned to head towards the bar.

James gave me a puzzled look, "How do you know her name?"

"First, her name is on her name tag. Second, I made out with her in the bathroom while I was gone."

He laughed and said, "Yeah right."

I raised my eyebrows and looked seriously into his eyes, until that boyishly handsome smile on his face was replaced by a look of awe.

It was almost midnight when we got back to the room. I suggested that we have a drink at an after-hours bar that wasn't far from the UNLV campus, but James said that it had been a long day and he was tired and wanted to get back to the room. From the way he was looking at me in the elevator though, I had a feeling that it would be a while before either of us got any sleep.

He opened the door with the key card and we walked in. Once we stepped into the room, he turned to me and gave me a soft kiss.

"I'm going to get ready for bed, I'll join you in a few minutes," he said

He turned and walked into the second bedroom of the suite.

He is so perplexing. Why can't you get ready for bed in the same room I'm in? Forget it, I'm not having another fight tonight, I'll let this one go.

I walked into the master bedroom and looked on the bed, wondering where my bags of clothes had disappeared to. I checked the large walk-in closet and saw that all my new clothes were hung up perfectly. I then looked in the dresser drawers and all of my lingerie had been neatly put away. I could get used to this.

I rummaged through the drawers and found just what I was looking for. I pulled out a light purple, see-through, halter baby-doll, with matching thong panties. This should get someone's engine revved up.

I walked into the bathroom and washed the makeup off my face and brushed my teeth. I took off my clothes and put on the baby-doll and thong panties. I then put my hair down and brushed it over my shoulders.

I hesitantly stepped out into the master bedroom and saw that James was already in bed with the covers pulled up to his waist.

"Got room for one more?" I said, smiling shyly.

I watched his jaw drop open as he studied me from head to toe.

"God Melanie, you're beautiful."

'I've been told once or twice that I clean up okay."

I walked over and slid into bed beside him. He pulled me to him and his mouth melted with mine. We kissed passionately for several minutes, his hands exploring up and down my body. My God, I thought, his hands are driving me crazy.

The material of the baby-doll was so thin and sheer, it felt as if there was no barrier between his fingers and my skin. He kneaded my breasts with his hands then he began to rub my nipples through the thin material, until they were hard nubs. His other hand moved over my stomach and down to my pussy. I felt his fingers slip over the lips of my vagina as he rubbed my increasingly wet slit through the sheer thong. I leaned in and kissed him harder, then gasped as I felt him push the thin material of the thong into my pussy.

It felt amazing while he was running his hands over me, until I felt him start to tug at the material of the baby-doll trying to remove it. It was such a beautiful piece of lingerie that I didn't want him to ruin it by pulling on it so hard, so I helped him slide it over my head. We then removed it together and tossed it on the floor at the side of the bed. I kissed his mouth harder trying to preoccupy him as I slid my fingers under the flimsy material of the thong, sliding it down my thighs and then off and onto the floor with the baby-doll.

I remembered how he had taken control of things earlier in the shower. I thought it might be fun to turn the table on him a bit. His hands were still all over me while we kissed, but then, to get his attention, I leaned back and pulled away from him.