Vegas Again

This year is setting up to be my year of Vegas.  I just came back from my second trip to Vegas this year and I have two more trips to Vegas lined up.  And since I really like Vegas, there's a good chance that I can make it 6 trips this year. 

Since I wasn't able to make anything happen on my last trip to Vegas, I was determined to make something happen on this trip.  I emailed some of the people I'd talked to on my last trip and decided on some guy who looked ok but had the right schedule.  I had passed on him on the last trip but this time I was willing to take a chance.  And taking a chance on him was a risk - he was a dumpy looking white guy with bad teeth. 

This guy turned out to be a good choice.  We talked briefly and then he got right to the business of eating me out.  I didn't have to do anything - just like I requested- and after getting off a few times, he asked me if I wanted to keep going.  I wanted to go to the pool before work, so I told him I was good.  If I'd be more into him, I would have wanted more but I was satisfied.  Not only did I get off with no reciprocation, when we agreed that we were finished, we chatted briefly and then he left.  No awkward trying to drop hints that he should go or standing by the door waiting for him to leave.  It was just like ordering a pizza; I got what I wanted and once I got my needs met, he left.

Unfortunately I didn't have time- really the interest- in meeting anyone else.  Also once I started working, it would have been tricky to shake my co-workers.  I'm going back to Vegas in June for pleasure.  I'll see if I can get a more exciting hook up on that trip.

Are you serious?

As I slowly get back into the limitless pleasures of the booty call, I'm trying to develop a regular one with a kid who works in the same town as my job.  We'd gotten together one time before my trip to Vegas and it was a nice time.  I was looking forward to seeing him a second time and he'd sent me a saucy email about the next time we'd get together.  Since I wasn't able to secure another booty call, I was really looking forward to getting together.

I was supposed to meet my booty call at 7pm but at 7:30pm I was still in the office.  I'm going back to Vegas again for work, so there's a lot of paperwork that needs to be handled before we get there.  I emailed him saying I can't find his address or phone number- both are on my old phone.  He texts me his address and I text back saying that I'll be there at 8.  He texts back saying he'll pass.  What?!  What do you mean you'll pass?  He then proceeds to tell me that it's getting late- late for who grandpa?  And that I'm already a half hour late and he'll be up too late.  Are you fuckin' kidding me?  Who doesn't want to fool around after work?  And we're talking about 8pm on Thursday not 11:45pm on Sunday. 

So I went home without getting my needs met.  I'm not sure if I'm going to see him again.  I mean, he might have had a big project to deal with the next day or was feeling good but whatever.  That's not my concern.  Good thing I'm going back to Vegas to wash this memory away.