Ariel's Secret Life

Ariel was at her locker, putting her jacket on the hook inside when Henry came up behind her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“I don’t know what you did last night,” he said to her, “but I got a text from Andy this morning saying the next time he’s in town, he would like to see you again.”

Ariel closed her locker door and turned towards her friend.

“I literally didn’t think I did anything special,” she admitted, shrugging her shoulders. “He didn’t have a lot of time, so I was only with him for maybe an hour and a half.”

“Well, he loved you,” Henry told her. “Said he can’t wait to come back and see you again.”

“I will happily see him again,” Ariel said, as they began walking towards class together.

“How soon do you want me to set you up with someone else?” he asked her.

“I still need rent money,” she told him. “So as soon as possible.”

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The next evening, Ariel walked into the PRIME Steakhouse at the Bellagio hotel. She was wearing a white cocktail dress with a square neckline with a hem that went barely below her crotch. Though the cut of the dress wasn’t the sexiest, the dress itself was almost completely see-through, with white patches of fabric covering her in the important places.

She walked up to the hostess stand where she caught the eye of the male host.

“Good evening,” he said, smiling at her as his eyes went up and down her body.

“Hello,” Ariel said. “I’m meeting someone here,” she told him. “Should be under the name Mario Twanning.”

“Yes, of course,” the host said. “He has already arrived. Let me show you to his table.”

The young man gestured for her to follow and she smiled, walking into the restaurant.

The PRIME Steakhouse was a beautiful restaurant Ariel had never had the chance to go to. The tables looked over the Bellagio fountains, giving the guests a perfect view of the water show.

The host led her to a table set for two. Seated there already was a handsome man sipping from a glass of red wine. He wore stylish Ray-Ban glasses and had salt and pepper hair. He wore a dark grey suit jacket, with a white button up underneath, the top two buttons were undone so Ariel could see the tiniest bit of chest hair.

When he saw the two approaching the table, he put his glass down and stood up from his chair.

“Ariel?” he asked as she arrived at the table.

“Hello,” she said. “You must be Mario.”

“I am,” he smiled as he got a good look at her.

The host put his hands on the top of the empty seat, Ariel assumed to pull it out for her. But Mario stopped him before he had a chance, coming around the table so he could do it instead.

As the chair was pulled out, Ariel sat in it and was pushed in towards the table.

“Thank you,” she said to Mario, as he joined her at the table in his own seat.

“You look absolutely amazing,” he told her, smiling. “All Henry told me was you were a beautiful blonde.”

Ariel blushed.

Mario reached out and took her hand in his, pulling it towards his face and kissing it lightly. “I’m very excited I get to spend the evening with you,” he told her.

“I hope you enjoy our time together,” she said to him. “I want you to have a really good time.”

“I already am,” he said, kissing her hand one more time before letting it go. “Now, what are you going to have? Have you ever eaten here before?” he asked.

Since Ariel had never eaten at this restaurant, or really at any place so fancy, Mario made some recommendations for her and she ended up ordering the beet carpaccio for her appetizer and the seared salmon for her entree. Mario got a shrimp cocktail and then the porterhouse steak.

While they waited for their food to arrive, Ariel learned a little more about Mario. He was 46 years old and a very successful real estate agent from New York. He was in Vegas with some friends and tonight, while the rest of the group went out to a strip club, Mario decided to go off on his own and do something a little more private then going to see strippers.

He asked Ariel a little about herself and she told him she was a student at UNLV studying medicine. He seemed very impressed by that.

“How are you enjoying your fish?” Mario asked her after their food arrived and they both had a few bites.

“It’s delicious,” she told him. “How’s your steak?”

Mario lifted his fork which held a small bite of his cut. “Would you like to try it?”

“I’d love to.” Leaning forward, Ariel wrapped her lips around the fork that was outstretched to her. She took the bite into her mouth and bit down on the meat. “Oh my gosh,” she said out loud. “That is amazing.”

Mario smiled as he pulled his arm away. “Maybe I’ll have to bring you back here again sometime.”

“Do you visit Vegas often?” she asked him.

“I do,” he told her, cutting into his steak. “I often come for work and then I have a group of friends, we’re all single and enjoy the Vegas atmosphere. So we come at least five times a year.”

“Well,” Ariel said as she picked up her glass of white wine and took a sip. “I hope you enjoy your evening enough to want to see me again next time you’re here.”

After the bill was paid, Mario took Ariel’s hand and held it as they walked out of the restaurant. Assuming they were heading straight up to Mario’s hotel room, Ariel tried to turn when she saw a sign for elevators. But the tension Mario had on her that pulled her back into him had her second guessing herself.

“Are we not going up to your room?” she asked him, as they walked away from the elevators.

“We are,” he told her. “But I’m not staying at this hotel.”

“Oh,” Ariel said, genuinely surprised. She assumed he picked this restaurant for the convenience of being able to go straight up to his room after they were done eating, but she was wrong again.

Together, they walked towards the main entrance of the hotel. Ariel allowed Mario to lead her, not wanting to make any more mistakes.

Outside the main doors, there were many types of vehicles both loading and unloading tourists. Mario looked around for a minute before he caught sight of who he was looking for and made his way over. Ariel’s eyes shot open in shock when she realized they were walking towards a sleek black limo. A driver stood at the back door and opened it when he saw Mario approaching. Mario held Ariel’s hand as he helped her into the back seat of the limo.

Crawling in, Ariel looked around at the luxurious car. There was a seat along the back and across the side. On the opposite side was a bar with a built-in ice bucket, holding a bottle of champagne and glasses. Mario climbed in beside her and the driver shut the door.

“Champagne?” Mario asked, reaching for the bottle.

“Yes please.”

Mario popped the cork on the bottle while Ariel held 2 glasses out.

“Before we get too far,” Mario said, as he poured the liquid into the glasses. “I want to ask if you are okay coming back to my hotel room and staying the entire night? I will have a car ready to take you wherever you want to go in the morning.”

“That’s fine,” Ariel told him.

“Are there any boundaries you have?” he asked her, putting the bottle of champagne back into the ice bucket. “I want to make sure you are comfortable the whole time.”

“Umm,” Ariel thought, taking a sip of her champagne. “I’m not really into anal,” she told him.

“No problem,” he said. “Neither am I.”

“Also,” she said, remembering he was in Vegas with a lot of friends. “Tonight is just you and I, right?”

He smiled. “Oh yes,” he said. “All my buddies will be out for the whole evening, and even when they come back to the hotel, we all have our own rooms.” He placed his hand on her bare thigh. “You’re all mine tonight, beautiful.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Using her free hand, she put her hand against his cheek and kissed him back as softly as he was kissing her.

As they kissed, Mario’s hand grazed her leg, going up her body, finally finding her breast. He massaged it through the fabric of her dress and Ariel felt her nipple hardening.

Pulling away from him, Mario opened his eyes and looked at Ariel.

“Could I try something?” she asked him. “I saw it in a movie once and I always wanted to try it.”

“Of course, baby. Do whatever you want.”

Ariel quickly downed the remainder of the champagne she had in her flute, placing the glass back on the bar top, then climbed down on the floor of the limo in front of Mario, right between his legs.

Mario’s eyes shot open as he realized what Ariel was planning. Ariel’s hands went to his belt and began undoing it. As her hands worked quickly, Mario pressed a button above his head, lowering a division between the back seat and the driver.

“Take the long way back to the hotel, please,” Mario instructed the driver, as Ariel finished undoing his belt and popped the button on his pants. He raised the screen divider again before the driver could respond, giving him and Ariel their privacy again.

Within seconds, Ariel had all the buttons and zippers undone on Mario’s pants and he raised his hips slightly making it easier for her to pull his pants and boxers slightly down. She pulled them just enough to wrap her hand around his cock and pull it out.

His 8 inch rod was already hard as she pulled it out of his boxers and got onto her knees, giving herself a better angle.

First thing Ariel did was wrap her hand around the base of his thick member, then she stuck out her tongue and licked the head, looking up at him as she did so.

“Mmmm,” Mario moaned, biting his lip.

She licked it a few more times, moving her hand up and down his length as she did. A drop of pre-cum had begun to collect on his tip and Ariel licked it off, circling the head of his cock with her wet tongue.

Mario put his hand in her hair and rubbed her head encouragingly just as Ariel opened her mouth and put his length into her mouth.

“Oh fuck!” Mario exclaimed as he felt Ariel’s hot mouth wrapped around him.

Ariel’s hand went from stroking his rod down to his balls. She massaged them in her hand as her head bobbed up and down on his cock.

“Holy fuck!” Mario groaned as she sucked in her cheeks around him and continued moving her head up and down. The glass of champagne Mario still had in his hand, dropped out of his hand, falling to the leather seat he was sitting on.

Mario heard her gagging as she attempted to fit as much of him as she could into her mouth but she still never stopped, breathing in and out through her nose.

“Wait a second,” Mario breathed, stopping Ariel mid head-bob on his cock. “You said you’ve never done this before?” he questioned.

Ariel took her mouth off of him, but kept her hand wrapped around his length.

“What? A blow-job?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Oh, no,” she clarified. “I’ve given blow-jobs before. I saw a movie where a girl gave a guy a blow-job in a limo and I always thought it was really sexy and I wanted to try it,” she explained.

“Oh,” Mario said. “I was going to say, you are incredibly talented and I was going to be shocked if this was your first time. Please,” he said, “continue, you are doing an amazing job.”

Without missing a beat, Ariel put him back into her mouth and continued her bobbing action. As she moved, she stared up at him, holding eye contact as her head and hand moved.

Mario’s body tensed up as he got closer to his orgasim. Seeing this, Ariel picked up her pace. She squeezed at the base of his cock and moved her head up and down as fast as she could.

“Jesus!” Mario exclaimed. “That feels so fucking good!”

It wasn’t long after that that Ariel tasted Mario’s cum as he shot it deep into her mouth. With each pulse of his dick in her mouth, she loosened her grip on him but kept her lips wrapped around him, letting his seed drain into her mouth.

As it slowed, she lifted her head up, a trail of spit hanging between her mouth and his still erect member.

Looking towards him, she sat back on her knees and watched him as he steadied his breathing.

“That was amazing,” he said. He looked towards her closed mouth and realized. “Is it still in your mouth?”

She nodded, then opened her mouth slightly to show him the product of his ejaculation on her tongue. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed it down.

“Oh fuck,” Mario said. “That was hot.”

Climbing back onto the seat beside Mario, Ariel wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her and kissing his lips. Mario kissed her back passionately, not bothering to put his dick away.

“I hope you enjoyed that,” she said to him.

“Very much,” he assured her.

She smiled. “So, where to next?”