I had training for work. It was a training that was going to take me away from family and friends and Vixey time for a few weeks. Or so I thought.
The weekend before leaving I was treated to a wonderful going away night with my favorite stallion. We fucked like it might be our last and I boarded my plane feeling prepared to endure the weeks away. We landed in a tiny airport. I remember marveling at the ancient way things were done. Instead of a conveyor system, our bags were simply tossed out to us by hand. A tall guy next to me laughed.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Apparently my bag didn’t make it.”
I gave him my best ‘sorry dude’ sympathy look but he just gave me a sardonic smile and a shrug.
“Who needs clothes?”
My turn to laugh. I love a good banter. We had a few more minutes of some witty back and forth before it was my turn in line. I collected my luggage, waved my new friend goodbye and headed out to the shuttle. I’ll admit to you my mind wasn’t really on anything but the conference ahead of me. This was the first time I had been away from my family in years. My nerves were taut. I just wanted to get to my room and settle in.
“This seat taken?”
I sat by the window on the shuttle, staring out at the barren nothing of the landscape. When I looked up, I was surprised to see Mr. Lost Luggage. I smiled and patted the spot beside me. He was a handsome guy, mid-thirties, a strong jaw and cropped brown hair. Green eyes that sort of tugged at the sides with his smile.
“Romeo,” he introduced himself.
I gave him my name and he did a great job distracting me the entire way to the hotel with anecdotes about what I could expect. Apparently, he was a veteran of these kinds of trainings.
Now, let’s preface because we all know where this is headed. First, it’s important to note I wasn’t even really thinking about Romeo as a potential stallion. He was attractive but not the kind of dark, smoldering sexy I was used to with Armando. Romeo was more boyish. Tall, muscled boyish. With light skin and a light voice that sounded wonderful the few times I caught him singing to himself. Romeo was not on the radar at the beginning. But he was the kind of guy that could surprise me. And I do so love surprises.
At the conference we all paired off into groups. Of course, Romeo just happened to land in my group. What’s more, he just happened to be selected for leadership and I was tapped to be his second. There was already a very natural synergy between us. Cue the beginning of my radar.
It started innocently enough. We texted in order to stay on top of our assignments. The texting turned to some light banter. The banter introduced some flirting. He gave me a cute, little nickname. We teased and quipped.
I sometimes like to do a thing when I find potential stallions. Just a little questions game. I ask a question and the guy responds and then I respond to that same question. Then it’s the guys turn to ask me anything. It’s fun because it opens the door to all the obvious possibilities. With Romeo, the conversations went sexual pretty quick ;).
Him: Ever have sex outside?
Me: Yes. Boobs or butt?
Him: Both. Do you prefer giving or receiving head?
Me: Giving.
Before we get ahead of ourselves, let’s remember that I was fresh off a rather bad experience with a potential stallion. Remember the lesson learned? Well I fully intended to apply said learning to the present scenario. Partway through the fun, I called a pause to clarify my open marriage status and clarify what I want out of new relationships.
Remember how I liked surprises? Well, surprise surprise, Romeo and his wife had just recently talked about opening up. It was easy to assume that Romeo may have been saying anything to keep things steamy, so I made sure to really vet what that meant. Our playful time evolved as we began to connect deeper. He asked really good questions. The recent opening proved to be legit and I appreciated Romeo’s honesty. More than that, I loved the feelings of excitement. The unexpected connection.
Maybe Vixey was going to have some playtime after all?
The next few days saw our flirting really start to surge. A huge part of the fun was the game of skirting discretion.
We were in line for food. He was right behind me. I felt a gentle brush against my ass. His hand, or his hard dick through the pants. I subtly pressed back. We continued like that through the line with a hundred or so others around us. By the end, my panties were wet from the thrill. I let him know as much in a text a little while later.
He wanted to see.
So I texted him a pic.
He responded with a pic of his hard dick through his briefs.
As you might imagine, things escalated from there.
My bra.
His bare chest.
My nipples.
His dick.
My pussy.
By the end, he was texting me exactly what he was going to do to me once the conference ended.
I’d meet him at a hotel. He’d open the door and take me in his arms. We’d kiss, long and deep. It would be slow, sensual. He’d press me against the wall and lock my wrists above my head. His need for me would be primal. Kisses down my neck and then back to take in my tongue. He’d lift me, sliding me up his body. I’d wrap my legs around his waist. Our clothes would begin to loosen and fall in between the kisses. He’d carry me to a bed, leaving a trailing mess of clothing across the floor. He’d ease inside of me. And we’d make love. Not the frantic passion of a wild night’s hook-up. This would be a long, comfortable exploration of bodies.
Ok. Yes.
I wanted this.
I needed this to happen.
And you’ll have to stay tuned to see if Romeo’s promise comes true.