Oh, Cesar

by Pamela

My husband and I had been married for about six months; we hadn't taken a honeymoon, so I was thrilled when he surprised me with a trip to Las Vegas. His boss gave away an all-expense paid trip to Las Vegas, including tickets to the Mike Tyson fight this coming weekend as a reward for doing such a great job. The last time I was in Las Vegas I was 15, so I planned to enjoy this trip. We arrived in Las Vegas and took the hotel shuttle to the Mandalay Bay Hotel. This place was incredible -- the hotel room was huge, there was champagne and other edible delights waiting for us, it even had a hot tub that overlooked the Las Vegas strip.

We went down to the casino; I chose the slot machines while Mark played blackjack and other games. Several hours had gone by; I was losing more than I was winning. I was happy when Mark finally found me and told me that he just won tickets to the boxing match at 6 p.m., so we went back to the hotel room to get ready for the evening.

This was going to be my first boxing match, so on the way in I picked up a program and some refreshments to help me get through this evening. I was anxious to find out what this sport was all about. There was a piece of paper stapled to the inside cover of the program, which had pictures and short biographies about the upcoming fighters. One was Cesar Dominguez he had short dark hair and was kind of cute. The other fighter was Vince Boudreau he had a bald head with tattoos. Looking around the arena, I couldn't believe all of the celebrities I saw; Rod Stewart, Kevin Costner and others that were here to watch tonight's event.

The fight was about to begin and the two fighters were introduced as substitutes for the original fighters who were scheduled. Then the bell rang and the fight began. I could only watch a few minutes; the cute one was the first to go down and I began yelling for him to get up; he finally did, but this happened several times. I made it through the first round, but wasn't sure if I could make it through the rest of the match. After two more rounds I had had enough; I couldn't believe I made it this long. So I decided to go back to the hotel room to enjoy the hot tub and wait for Mark to return from the boxing match so we could enjoy our honeymoon.

I got undressed and stepped into the hot tub. I turned off the lights so I could see the city lights of Las Vegas. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of the hot water swirling around me, when I heard the door open. "Mark is that you?" There was no answer. The lights were off, so all I could see was a shadow of someone coming towards me. I began to panic. "Who's there?"

"Don't be afraid," he said as he turned on the lights. "I won't hurt you."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Well let me introduce myself, I am Cesar Dominguez." He came over to the tub and looked down at me. He had on a navy blue sweatshirt and pants, which seemed to enhance his dark hair and dark skin.

"You are that boxer, right?"

"Yes."

"So, what do you want?"

"Why did you leave after the third round?"

"I really don't like boxing. I think it is barbaric."

"Oh, sorry to hear that." He walked around the edge of the tub keeping his eyes locked on mine.

"Why do you care if I left early?"

"Well, I saw you in the audience cheering for me and when I looked again you were gone."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend you."

"I just needed all of the support I could get."

"Is that why you are bothering me?"

He smiled as he bent down to pick up the bottle of champagne what was sitting on the small table next to the tub. "Were you going to drink this all by yourself?"

"No! I was planning to share it with my husband."

"Your husband?"

"Yes, we are on our honeymoon," I smiled.

"Where is he right now? Shouldn't he be with you, if you are on your honeymoon, huh?"

"Yeah, I know he should be here but he wanted to go to the stupid boxing match, the one I thought you were a part of."

"I am a part of it." He sat down on the edge of the tub and took off his shoes and socks. "I just needed a break."

'How did you get into my hotel room?" I demanded to know.

He put his feet into the water. "You need to relax," he said with a calm, seductive voice. "Here, have some champagne," as he poured some into glass and then handed it to me.

"Thanks," I said as I took a drink, gazing into those tantalizing dark eyes.

"We shouldn't let this fruit go to waste, here have a chocolate covered strawberry," he said as he reached his hand out to me. "Does it matter how I got in here?"

I took the strawberry. "Yes it does."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know you and…" at that moment I forgot what I was saying as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Oh my! Look at those muscles.

"And what?" He handed me another strawberry and then licked the chocolate off his fingers.

Watching him, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was so beautiful and sexy. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Doing what?" He looked at me with a devilish smile. "Aren't you enjoying this?"

"Oh yes!" I sighed. "These strawberries are sinfully good. They are better than..."

"Sex? He laughed. "I doubt that."

I know I was blushing at the thought. "Anyway, you shouldn't be here. My husband could come in and catch us together."

He stood up and removed his sweatpants then got into the hot tub. He sat next to me and gently caressed my face with his hand. His lips touched mine -- they were velvety soft. He looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I need you." He then held me tightly against his hard, muscular body taking possession of my mouth with an arousing, electrifying kiss.

"Oh Cesar!" I sighed, as his mouth left mine, nibbling on my ear and then kissing my neck. "You are so exciting!" Our mouths met again, while his hand was down between my thighs, I moaned returning his kiss with hunger and passion I didn't know I had in me.

He stopped and gazed into my eyes, "I want to make love to you."

"Oh yes!" I was breathless. "I want you too."

He then helped out of the tub he gently laid me down on the large pillows that surrounded the tub and slowly kissed every inch of my body. He took possession of my mouth with his tongue playing with mine. I wrapped my legs instinctively around him he then entered me; he fucked me long and hard giving me one intense orgasm after another. He finally climaxed and we lay there in ecstasy, holding each other tight; then he softly said, "Can your husband do that?" He smiled with confidence.

"What husband?" I said with a deep sigh, feeling completely satisfied.

Lying on his side with his arm supporting his head, he said, "I have been stressed out all day and now I feel much better, thank you,"

I smiled, as I looked into those sexy hypnotic eyes. I didn't want this moment to end.

*** A few minutes later the door opened and Mark came in and found me lying naked beside the tub. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Uh sleeping, I think." I sat up and looked around. "Did you see anyone leave this room?"

"No, why? Was someone here?"

"I think I was dreaming."

"About what?" He took a robe out of the closet. "Here put this on. Were you using the hot tub?"

"Yes, I was waiting for you." Then I saw the two glasses of champagne and the basket that had the fruit in it still on the other side of the tub, I smiled to myself. "So, what happened at the fight?" I was trying to get his attention away from the hot tub.

"The match ended in a tie," he replied as he sat on the bed. "But it was a good fight."

"What happened to Cesar?"

"Cesar's face had cuts and bruises, in fact they both were in poor shape. That's the way boxing is they do get hurt." Mark looked at me with those baby blue eyes. "Why do you care?"

"I just thought he was cute," I said. I can't believe that I fell for a man who had blue eyes those brown eyes were exquisite.

"Cesar seemed to have a lot more energy the last few rounds, he seemed to come alive."

I whispered, "Yeah! The final round was great!"

"What did you say?" Mark looked at me as if he could read my mind.

"Oh nothing."

He stood up and said, "We will discuss this later, I have to get back to the arena; the Tyson fight is about to start." He then gave me a kiss. "When I get back we can try out that hot tub, okay?" He then opened the door and left.

I thought he would never leave. That was a kiss? Why am I comparing Mark to Cesar? I will never see this man again. I still didn't know if it were a dream or not.

I decided to get dressed and went down to the casino to walk around, watching all the games that were being played. As I went by the roulette table, I noticed the two guys that were playing were the same two I saw fighting earlier. I watched them for a while, noticing how beat up they looked. I still had the program in my handbag so I decided to ask for autographs. As I approached the table, they were arguing; maybe this wasn't a good time but I decided to be brave. "Excuse me, are you Cesar and Vince?"

Cesar turned around looked at me and said, "you are excused, my dear."

"Would you please sign this program?" I asked.

"You want our autographs?" they said at the same time as they looked at each other and then turned back to me. "Why?"

"I want to have something to remember my first boxing experience." I said. "You guys don't look so good. Do your faces hurt?"

"Yeah, I was hurting until you came along," Cesar said, trying to smile. "You have just saved me from losing anymore money," he glared at Vince.

'I didn't know anyone would recognize us." Vince said.

"Well I did. Your pictures are right here in this program. Are you friends?" I asked.

"Yes, we are friends. Let me see that," Vince said, as he took the program from my hand.

"Great friends," Cesar responded. "Let's go someplace so we can talk."

We found a corner table, "Why would friends want to fight each other?" I asked.

"I guess when you are offered money you will do anything," Cesar said.

"Money is worth more then your friendship?" I asked.

"Yeah I guess, we sure have learned a lot about each other with this experience," Vince said looking at Cesar.

"Yeah, we sure have. So what is your name?" Cesar asked.

"Pam." I answered as I looked into his eyes, wondering if this was the same man that was in my room earlier, remembering all of the delightful things he did to me.

Cesar smiled; he seemed to know what I was thinking.

Vince finally broke the silence, "Cesar, we have to get going."

"Where are you headed?" I asked.

"Los Angeles," Vince said.

"Yes we do have to be going. We only came here to fight and now it is time to head back home," Cesar said as he kissed my cheek and then whispered in my ear, "Thank you for being there when I needed you."

I looked at his in disbelief and asked, "You are real?

Cesar looked over at Vince. "Hey wait for me outside, I will be there in a minute."

"Wait, will you sign my program?" I asked.

Vince came back over, signed it and then headed out the door.

"Good, now we are alone." He reached out and touched my face. "I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed this evening."

"I wasn't sure if you were real or not."

He stood up came around to my side of the table pulled me up into his strong arms and gave me a hug. "I wish you didn't have a husband, you could come home with me."

"I wish I could." I didn't want to let go. "I know one thing -- you have spoiled me, my relationship with Mark won't ever be the same."

"Sorry to hear that." He finally released me from his embrace.

"Oh that's okay. I will remember this evening for the rest of my life," I smiled.

"Well, take care of yourself." He gave me a gentle kiss.

I sighed as I stared into his eyes. Oh how I wanted him to kiss me like he did before.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am fine. Will you sign my program, before you leave?"

He signed the program as he handed it back to me he gazed into my eyes and then gave me a powerful, sensual kiss. He released me, leaving me breathless and wanting more. He smiled turned around and walked out the door. I watched him as long as I could, but I was anxious to see what they wrote in the program. Vince wrote, "Jesus Loves You." and Cesar wrote, "You were incredible, my love." Closing the book smiling, yeah it was.