Rob stood in his modestly spacious Seattle apartment, his suitcase open on the bed, as he meticulously planned his wardrobe for the annual Labor Day rendezvous with Melissa. This tradition, now several years strong, had become something he looked forward to with a mixture of excitement and a slightly nostalgic longing for what could have been. Their weekend will be filled with gambling, fabulous meals and sex. This yearly meeting was their bubble, a pause from reality where they could be themselves without the complications of everyday life

As he pulled out his clothes, he thought about how this weekend was not just about relaxation or indulgence, but a brief, intense reconnection with someone who had once been a significant part of his life. In a different world they would be together but they could never seem to make it work out.

First, he laid out his underwear and socks – five pairs each, a nod to his penchant for cleanliness and comfort. The socks were a mix of comfort and style, some with patterns that matched his quirky side. The boxer briefs were mostly black, simple and classic, which he thought made him look somewhat debonair.

For pants, he chose versatility with two pairs of light linen trousers, ideal for the Vegas heat and the casual strolls they would take around the strip or through the Bellagio's lush gardens. A pair of denim jeans was added for the nights when they might feel like blending into the crowd or hitting up a more laid-back diner. He also packed his favorite pair of shorts for poolside lounging and a pair of soft gray sweats for the moments of downtime in their suite, or perhaps for an early morning coffee run.

Shirts were next. Rob picked out two button-downs – one in a soft blue that Melissa had once complimented, and another, white with faint pinstripes, versatile for almost any setting. For a more relaxed vibe, he chose three graphic tees, each reflecting his eclectic tastes, from vintage rock bands to witty, nerdy quotes.As he folded these items, he also considered the weather and packed a light jacket, just in case the casino air conditioning was too much, or for the rare chance of a cooler evening.

Rob then moved to his toiletries, packing his favorite travel-sized toiletries, ensuring he had his aftershave, which Melissa always remarked smelled like "a good day." He included a small vial of essential oil, something new he wanted to introduce her to, hoping it would add a touch of mystery to their evenings.

Finally, he checked his reservations. The fountain view suite at Bellagio was confirmed, a luxurious setup that seemed almost too perfect for their weekend of escape. He imagined the view, the sound of water, and the city lights providing a backdrop to their conversations and silences.

Melissa hummed a tune that had been playing on the radio during her drive as she entered her Phoenix apartment, her duffel bag open on her couch. Unlike Rob's meticulous packing, hers was more of an artful toss, an embodiment of spontaneity. She knew Vegas had everything she could need if she forgot something, which she often did, much to her amusement.

First, she grabbed a handful of underwear, not bothering to count, just ensuring she had enough for the weekend. She then stuffed in three pairs of leggings, which she found incredibly versatile; they could be dressed up or down with ease. She added a single dress, a flowing, elegant piece that could transition from day to night with a change of shoes and accessories.Melissa chose her favorite pair of heels, which she knew would catch Rob's eye when they went out in the evening.

With her packing complete in record time, Melissa zipped up her duffel, grabbed a large bottle of water, and headed out to her car. The drive from Phoenix to Vegas was one she enjoyed, the landscape transitioning from the stark beauty of the desert to the glittering promise of the Strip.

Upon arrival, she pulled up to the Bellagio, where the valet greeted her with a smile. She handed over her keys, feeling the thrill of the weekend already. Checking in, she was handed the key to their suite, and as she stepped inside, the view didn't disappoint. The room was bathed in the soft light from the setting sun, reflecting off the famous fountains below.

Melissa decided to freshen up. She took a long, hot shower, letting the water wash away the fatigue of the road. Wrapped in a plush hotel robe, she spritzed on Rob's favorite perfume, a scent she knew he loved, which always seemed to linger longer in the dry desert air.

Feeling relaxed and rejuvenated, she ordered room service, opting for something light but luxurious – a cheese platter paired with fresh fruits, and of course, a bottle of their favorite wine. As she waited, she sat by the window, glass in hand, watching the sun dip below the horizon, turning the sky into a canvas of oranges and pinks. The room service arrived, and she set the table with a touch of flair, imagining Rob's reaction when he walked in.

Rob's arrived at the Bellagio weary from the flight, but excited for the weekend ahead. Upon exiting the cab, he handed the driver a generous $50 tip, his excitement palpable. The check-in was swift, and with his room key in hand, he made his way through the opulent casino, his anticipation building with each step.

As he unlocked the door to their suite, the sight that greeted him was like a scene straight out of a fantasy. Melissa, with a wine glass in one hand, stood there, the hotel robe loosely tied, an invitation of sorts. The room was dim, lit by the ambient lights of the Strip filtering through the windows, setting a seductive tone.

Without a word, Rob set down his luggage, his eyes locked on Melissa. He approached, took the wine glass from her, and with a swift motion, finished the contents. His hands then moved to the robe, gently pushing it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her naked form. The kiss that followed was deep, full of the longing over their year apart, their tongues dancing together.

His hands roamed down her back, settling on her butt, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them, her body feeling his arousal through the fabric of his clothes. They parted for just a moment, enough for Rob to shed his clothes with a speed born of desire.

Melissa, her voice playful yet firm, suggested he needed a shower first. Rob hurried towards the bathroom. The shower was quickly turned on, the sound of water adding to the ambiance.From the doorway, Melissa watched, her fingers tracing patterns over her skin, her movements slow and deliberate, designed to tease and tantalize. Rob, under the cascade of water, his body slick with soap, responded by stroking himself, the soap a convenient lube for his shaft, his eyes locked on Melissa masturbating slowly. The steam from the shower filled the room, creating a misty veil that only added to the sensuality of the scene. Rob finished his shower and quickly dried off. He took Melissa by the hand and led her to the windows overlooking the fountains and the city below.

As the soft strains of Andrea Bocelli's voice filled the air, guiding the Bellagio fountains in a choreographed ballet, Melissa leaned forward, her palms pressing against the cool glass of the suite's window. Below, the lights of the Strip merged with the fluid dance of water, creating a mesmerizing view. Rob’s view was of her magnificent body, ready and waiting for him. His cock, rock hard, glistened with a drop of precum on the tip.

Rob approached from behind, his presence a warmth against her back. With a tender sigh, he entered her already wet pussy, both of them releasing a shared breath of pleasure at the connection. The slow, rhythmic motion of their lovemaking synced with the music, each note and splash from below echoing their own movements. They were in their own world, yet part of the spectacle outside, their intimacy underscored by the public display below.

As the song concluded, Melissa straightened up, turning to face Rob, her eyes burning with affection and desire. They kissed, bodies pressed together, hands exploring each other with hungry need. He reached behind her to open the balcony door, the night air whispering in to greet them. They moved to a plush chair on the balcony, where Rob sat, guiding Melissa onto his lap. There, enveloped by the city's hum and the lingering notes of the music, they continued their conversation speaking of missed moments, shared laughs, and the simple joy of being together again. Melissa guided his cock into her with familiar ease. She slowly began to ride him, leaning forward searching for his mouth with her lips.

Their kisses were deep, filled with the unspoken promises of the weekend. The slow, deliberate pace of their lovemaking allowed them to explore each other, to revel in the sensations without rush, stopping occasionally to prolong the ecstasy, to tease and talk, to laugh at the shared memories and plans.

When Rob finally reached his climax, the first chords of "Bad Romance" started playing below, the irony of the timing causing both of them to laugh, breaking the tension with pure, shared amusement. Melissa then rested her head against Rob's chest, listening to his heartbeat, their bodies still intertwined as they watched the Vegas night unfold.

They stayed like that until the early hours, the city's lights blurring into a soft glow, the music from below becoming a distant melody. Eventually, they moved inside, the cool sheets of the bed welcoming them. Still naked, they lay together, the anticipation of another round building, their connection as strong as ever, ready to explore more of each other, of Vegas, and of the life they chose to share in these brief, precious moments.