One Night in Vancouver

We continued down the street, passing bar after bar hearing the late crowds drinking it up inside. Then suddenly, as we continued our path, I felt a strong tug from my side to which I almost slipped. Samantha had me by the arm. I was being dragged into either a bar or club... couldn't really tell, but it didn't really matter.

"Samantha?" I asked.

"I need a drink." She said without any emotions as we approached the bouncer.

His hand extended and she placed her ID inside. I didn't even notice when she pulled it out. He smiled and stamped her hand then extended his hand to me. I just stared at it a moment. Yes, we'll call this a moment of idiocy. So, the minute and a half it took me to final register, like a fool I fumbled through my wallet and presented him with mine as well. He took his time examining it. Frankly, I don't blame him. But after a quick hand stamp and a tip of the head, we walked down the hall into a sudden swarm of music and good vibes.

The club consisted of two large rooms side by side. The dance floor, and the barroom. As we passed through the large crowd on the dance floor, I couldn't help but notice all heads facing the same direction. Following the eyes, I laid my own upon the stage to see two busty local girls with torn white T-shirts. Behind them read a large print banner stating 'Wet T-Shirt Contest SAT!'. good to see they live up to their advertisements. I shook my head and laughed as we continued into the back.

No less than ten minutes later, Samantha and I were already on our second round. She was dining on Cosmo's while I stayed true with my Bacardi and Coke. It's safe to say that the both of us were experiencing a moment of being a lightweight. But I was fine with that, the less you drink to get buzzed, the more money you save.

So there we were, Sammie and I tucked away in a booze in the far corner of the bar laughing and chatting like no time had passed since our last meet in the coffee shop. Yet the more and more I listened to her, the more I began to watch her in ways I never had before.

My heart begin to pound over the way her lips would curl when she spoke. The way her eyes glow when she laughed or smiled or even smirked. How her hair framed her features. Her neck stretched ever so elegantly in ways I had never noticed before. How she loved to laugh but more importantly, could finds ways through expressions or wit to infect others with that very same amusement.

It wasn't until after her third (my fourth) drink that the conversation slowly began to trickle away. And it's funny, that once one sound seems to fade, the others seem to grow. That's what happened on the dance floor. The music seemed to seep its way into our back corner and suddenly taunt us. I could tell it's lure was working when Samantha suddenly had that look in her eyes.

"Ah crap," I just stood up shaking my head as Sammie began to bounce with giddiness. We walked out to the floor as an unnamed song pounded out from the speakers. Every now and again, a loud cheer seemed to come from the crowd we were now emerged in. So of course I look up to the stage. Not only are the same two girls up there still, but apparently they've completely done away with the shirts altogether. So in honesty, I'm not sure what the competition was now in regards to because each girl received equal cheers as they danced and did whatever. I think there was a guy with a microphone saying stuff next to them, but I couldn't be too sure.

Suddenly remembering my company, I turned back to Samantha only to find her own gaze glued to the two topless wet girls bouncing around on the stage. Fuck it, if she's looking, then I'm gonna too. I turned back, and not a moment too soon.

The two girls were side-by-side, and nodding to the.... Yes, come to think of it there was a microphone guy. I have no idea what he said, but doesn't really matter when there are two topless girls on stage. Anyways, so for some reason, the competition turned to basically which girl the crowd liked better. They had fifteen seconds to do... whatever. Dangerous to in normal settings. Hot as Hell when you're drunk and horny.

When the crowd yelled 'Go', the first girl strutted up and began to gyrated and dance. I'll admit, I was impressed, but then again I was also hammered. Needless to say she got the hoots and cheers that one could expect and as the fifteen seconds came to an end, a loud applause from the drunken crowd.

The Mic Guy said something or another but once more, not important. It was now the second girls turn. The crowd yelled 'Go' and she immediately turned to the first girl. She leaned over, grabbed her breast and brought her teeth to the dark, perky nipple of her competition. There she began to nibble right in front of us all. The First girl moaned in pleasant surprise and grabbed her head pulling her tighter against her chest. My mouth agape. I mean dear god she was going to town.

And then the moment we all dreaded slammed home. Fifteen seconds had come to an end. Come to think of it, I recall someone throwing a beer bottle at the Mic Guy when he yelled 'Time'... maybe not, but I kinda wanted to.

Well, to no surprise, the Sucker Girl was named the winner and the dance floor filled now with Horny Canadian Drunks. Samantha turned to me with eyes still wide from the little competition and mouthed the words 'That was hot!'. That was moment that made me so very happy.

The music shifted. The crowd swelled. Under the changing lights Samantha and I moved closer together rocking our bodies in time with the music. And as we moved together, I couldn't help but find myself smiling as I watched her rock and sway lost in the rhythm blasting from all the speakers. Her hips swayed with the melody. Her body shook with the bass. Her hair swung back and forth across her face tracing her collar on every pass. Every time it pulled away, it unveiled the flesh of her slender neck stretching up to her delicate ears pierced by dangling rings. Such an elegant creature she truly was.

The crowd grew within the constant space of the dance floor, thus pushing us closer together. It wasn't long before we were forced to dance with out bodies pressed together. Perhaps it was the a convenient excuse to get closer. With a laugh, Samantha reached her arms up over my head placing her hand on my shoulders. I in return brought my palms to her waist feeling the sweat begin to slip out of her skin.

Our bodies were hot. Our blood was pumping. I could feel her legs partially straddling my own. My palms holding the skin of her hips. The tips of her hair now stuck to her skin. Our breaths were heavy. Desperate pants in time with the rhythm.

Feeling her this close was driving me crazy. I could feel her pushing herself against me harder than I knew she should. Her eyes would lock on to mine with a mischievous look. Not a tear in sight. Slowly she'd turn around keeping her body pressed against mine. Her hands slip behind me pulling me against her. Her back arching upon the curve of my chest. My hand now slipping over her exposed stomach feeling the slight depression into her naval. My lips near her forehead. Our breaths still hard. Breathing as one.

Then suddenly, the lights flickered. Shouts from the bar were bellowing 'Last Call!' It was like being slapped in the face with reality as she blinked away the moment with a smile.

"Thank you," I saw her lips say totally drowned out by the still booming music.

Then with the simplest gesture, she lifted herself up and kissed my cheek. It was as innocent as it could possibly be, yet I could feel the skin still tingle long after she pulled away.

Our final drinks were placed and received. Back to our corner we went. Sweaty, tired, drunk, and happy. Not a drop remained in either glass by the end of our stay. Sammie even went as far as slipping the last few ice cubes into her mouth to cool down. I'm sorry, let me say that as I really saw it.

She delicately pressed her fingers against a cold, hard cube bringing the transparent chunk of ice from its equally clear glass. Drops of water fell from it as she slowly brought it higher. First they fell to the table leaving a little path, then onto her lap. As the cube traveled closer to her waiting lips, I watched transfixed as a single drop of water melted off the side falling down to her shimmering chest. It splashed against her already wet skin holding onto her heaving mounds. Then, ever so gently, it ran down the inside of her cleavage hugging the skin as it slid out of sight. Yes, you could say I was quite drunk indeed.

The lights suddenly interrupted our dark corner creeping into every shadow. Only a handful of patrons remained besides ourselves who greeted the intrusion with the same squinting eyes of distaste.

"That's it folks. We're closed," boomed a boisterous voice from behind the bar.

Very carefully, we gathered our things and stumbled outside.

Upon hitting the fresh air, the slap of cold hit us so hard it was like a vengeful wife who was just cheated on. As we attempted to stand up straight, the same thought hit us both. There's no way in hell we're driving back tonight.

"Well, what now James?" Sammie asked as she wrapped her arm in mine.

"I think we should find a place for the night." I said looking down to her big beaming smile.

"Good call," she agreed.

As we walked across the snowy sidewalk, lights seemed to slowly be turning off from the bars all along the street. Very few people still walked the streets. I began to feel the sooner we find a place the better for fear of walking through the wrong crowd. And then, right there beside us, we noticed a small hotel.

We took a moment looking at the outside until realizing we really shouldn't be picky. I turned my eyes down to the woman next to me.

"Looks good?" She nodded her approval.

We began walking up the steps.

"Thanks for coming out for me, James." She said softly. I stopped to turn to her. Her eyes spoke how sincere she was with the slightest smile at the corners of her mouth.

I reached my arm around her shoulders and held her tight.

"Anytime, Sammie..." I said as I held the door open. "But for that, I get the bed tonight... You can sleep on the floor."

Her mouth turned agape in a surprised playful jab. She smacked me in the chest.

"What? I'll give ya a blanket or something!" I continued.

"Bet me! If either of us is sleeping on the floor it's your ass. Last thing I wants a morning wood pokin' me in the leg."

We both burst out laughing as we walked up to the counter. Five minutes later, we had a room. Another five minutes we were lost in the building... and then, yet another five minutes later, after we stopped off in the lobby for directions again, we were in the room laughing once more.

The moment the door closed behind me, the subtleness of the room sank in. it was small, but what do you expect? A single bed that was as firm as a tree. A chair next to a boring desk. A simple mirror on top of a dresser, and the bathroom at the end of the room. Quaint, but it's a hotel room. They all look quaint.

Immediately Samantha walked up to the bed and fell onto it, arms wide hugging the stiff mattress. As soon as she impacted, a slight groan of protest escaped her lips.

Yup, hard as a tree.

"Why would they buy such things?" she groaned into the bed.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Well it's a cheap hotel..." I shrugged.

"Don't you know you're supposed to spoil me?!?"

"Fuck that. Spoil yourself. I don't need anything fancy to sleep for a night."

"That's why you get the floor," she threw in with a wink. Damn her.

I couldn't help but laugh as I suddenly became aware of a common annoyance. The alcohol needed out... I must oblige.

"Be right back, Sammie. Try and hold the fort." I said as I walked to the restroom.

She responded with a 'thumbs up' as she stayed facedown on the bed.

The moment I closed the door, my beating heart drummed away in the muffled solitude of the restroom. The lamp hummed away above me as I walked past my reflection.

It was only moments later when my task was finished. The drunken haze already slowly dissolving away. Turning to the sink, I reached my hands up to the spout and turned the knob towards me. immediately a highly pressurized stream of water erupted from the shaft bouncing off my hands. I backed up just in time to avoid the sudden surge launched towards me. with a quick adjustment, the stream became steady. I was definitely awake now.

After cleaning up the watery mess, I opened the door to find Samantha standing right there swaying patiently. Well not so much really for the moment I began to step outside, she rushed in past me almost knocking me away and closed the door behind her.

"Sorry!" she yelled through the door. Crazy girl.

The weight of the day slowly began to sink in. What the hell was I doing? I'm in fucking Canada?!? What time do I work tomorrow?

I shook my head at the ridiculousness of the situation when the toilet flushed. I had just kicked off my shoes when I heard eruption of the sink followed immediately by a shriek. I hit myself in the head as I remembered I hadn't warned her. Oh shit.

The door to the bathroom opened slowly. On the other side stood Samantha, well, Wet Samantha. Her shirt and face were completely drenched. The soaked fabric sticking to her skin revealing the outline of her bra beneath. Her eyes read both of anger and surprise.

"Did you fall in?" barely was able to escape my mouth before she punched me in the chest. Damn she hits hard I thought as I fell back laughing.

"You're such an ass James!" she laughed as she peeled the wet clothe back from her skin; stretching it to see the damage. "I mean look at me! you could have told me!" she couldn't hide her smile.

I tried to keep my composure. But...

"I'm sorry Sammie. But you look like a drowned rat." She hit me again. I fell onto the bed rolling in laughter.

"You punk!" she said jumping on top of me as she rained down the punches. Her legs straddled my stomach as she beat at my arms and chest. I did everything I could to block.

"What did I do? I didn't sabotage the thing!" I laughed.

"You could've warned me!" She smirked as she ceased her assault. She once more looked down at the damage. Goosebumps already rippled across her skin.

"Don't worry, you can sleep in my shirt Sammie." I told her sensing I caught one of her worries.

"You're damn right." She smiled as she rolled over off of me.

"Come on now," she said beside me raising an eyebrow. Her toe tapped as she crossed her arms.

Rolling my eyes I sat up and unbuttoned my shirt. I hadn't a chance to throw on an undershirt before running out of the apartment so the button up was all I was clad with. My chest immediately felt washed in the exposed air. I thought I almost saw a spark of something in Sammie's eye's before I handed her the shirt.

With a smile, she accepted it, and trotted away to the bathroom. The door closed once again and the now familiar hum of the light droned through the door.

I fell onto my back finding without delay what a poor choice that was. What in gods name did they make these mattresses out of? Steel wool? I tried shifting around but realized I don't think there's any good position. With a sigh, I settled for lying on my side with my back to the bathroom. Damn this mattress of the devil. El Mattresso del Diablo. Yes, that's what I'll name it... I really should learn Spanish.

It was a short time after I tried to form even more Spanish phrases that the door to the bathroom opened. The hum suddenly ceased as Sammie hit the switch. Only the small table lamp near the bed still radiated its light. I heard her walk up behind me.

"There's a pillow on the floor for you already," I mumbled to her.

"Nice try," She said as she came up to the opposite side. She hopped up onto the bed. "Scoot."

I was in shock. I'd never really noticed her legs before that moment. Such fine stemming forms that stretched down to her ankles. I could just make out her hard nipples pressing out against my button up shirt. And to make my situation ever the more painful, she wore soft pink panties now barely hidden just below the hem of my shirt.

"James! Quit goggling me and scoot over," she laughed.

Of course I obliged. She crawled beneath the blankets and snuggled into my pillow.

"Do you mind taking your jeans off?" She asked... For a moment I wasn't sure if I had heard her right.

"um... why?" I was very curious. The more important question is why was I questioning it.

"No big reason. Just didn't want the fabric rubbing against my legs." She responded.

Makes sense, I guess. I undid my belt and slid my pants off. Much to my horror, I wasn't as calm as I thought. I noticed now that I was well on my way to a dangerous hard on and if any time was inappropriate for it, I'd like to stake claim to this moment. So, yes, I was quick to slip under the sheets myself.

As I laid myself down, gently this time, Samantha immediately crept up next to me resting her head on my chest. I felt her leg slide onto my own, only not too high. Her eyes stared off into the wall. Her free arm wrapped over my body. It was nice. Very nice. More comforting than erotic. In honesty, its tough to describe. I laid my had onto her back holding her as she did me. Our breaths now deep and as one.

We lay there in that moment for a blissful eternity. Neither of us wanting to sleep for fear of missing it. Or perhaps, neither of us could sleep period. My hand moved in calming strokes along her back. Hers did the same on my chest.

My mind wondered to where we were. I was completely aware of how much I wanted this woman. She'd seen me at my weakest and is still there for me now. I knew by her energy that she needed me as well. Call it a gut feeling but this connection we shared was one I hadn't even felt with Cynthia. It could easily be as dangerous as it could be glorious. An unfortunately, there was another factor that was going to be introduced that I knew would tip the scales poorly were it not handled with care.

There was a secret I had not yet revealed to her. Something very important that I had recently discovered but kept only to myself. Not because it was something I was afraid of her judgment or actions... but it was more along the lines of a fear of loss. And I just knew that this woman in my arms was someone whom I couldn't risk losing.

"James?" I heard her voice say beneath me.

"What is it, Sammie?" I asked.

"Why did you come way up here for me?" she asked.

I searched deep within myself for the answer.

"I don't know. I just felt like I had to." I said. I could feel my own vibrations of my voice seep from my chest into her. I tilted my chin to look to her. "I think you'd have done the same."

Silence drifted through the air.

"Yeah..." she said softy.

I felt her press herself against me harder as her leg crawled up my own.

"James, why didn't I find someone like you before him?" she asked.

I don't know why I smiled then.

"I guess we were all taken."

Her head turned up to me, her face only inches away.

"But you're not," she said. Her breath brushing against my face.

"No, I'm not." I held her tighter still, pressing her body against me.

Our eyes were locked as I felt her heartbeat increase. Her hand circling my chest began to knead with more pressure. My own against her back responded appropriately.

It felt like neither of us moved, yet we did. Like we both tried to fight it, yet pulled the other to us. Somehow, in such a elegantly eternal moment, our lips found each other and met as one. In an instant wave of need we locked in a desperate kiss that turned our blood to fire. The heat of our bodies soaking into each other.

I felt her weight shift as she crawled up onto my body. Her legs straddled my waist as she held my face in her hands. My own quickly traveled under the shirt pressing into the skin on her back. She felts as light as a feather as our bodies heaved. I could feel her pressing hard now onto my pelvis against my burdened erection. My fingers dug into the soft skin of her back. Our lips remained locked. Her fingers running through my hair. Everything was perfect. So right. But so dreadfully wrong.