We'd talked about meeting up again a few times on the phone, but it was mainly used as a way to get her soaking wet so I could hear her scream my name as she buried her fingers inside herself. But as the fates would have it she was going on a girls weekend to Las Vegas the same time I was going to be there for a conference. Of course I didn't tell her that, as I wanted the whole thing to be a surprise. Instead I drew her hotel name and key dates and times out of her, all in the guise of fantasy. What was coming of course was a weekend of reality she would never expect.
I landed on a Thursday and handled some business with clients, She wasn't due to arrive until Friday morning and I figured I should get all my work out of the way. By late Thursday night I was back in my suite and talking to her on the phone, encouraging her to bring something sexy on her trip, describing my favorite outfit from her pictures and telling her to wear it if she wanted to have some guy take her up to his room and make her cum all weekend long. Of course she went along with it and during the discussion buried two fingers in her pussy while she fingered her clit, begging me to tell her about what this stranger would do to her. She came hard, moaning into the phone when I mentioned him going down on her in the hotel room doorway, pulling up her skirt and licking her lips through her panties. But this would only work I told her if she wore that dress, the one that her tits nearly fell out of, with the black stockings that would look so good wrapped around his head as he devoured her. Of course she told me it would never happen, but I encouraged she bring the outfit none the less, as you never know what'll happen in Vegas.
The next day I slept in, her plane landed at noon and they were going to hit the casino at 8 after a show and dinner. Of course aroune 2 my phone rang, it was her all alone in her hotel room. She'd just finished showering and was about to get dressed and wanted to tell me all about the outfit she'd be wearing. I could tell she was wet already and asked her if she'd been playing with herself thinking about me. She told me she had, that in the shower she had held the nozzle to her clit and closed her eyes thinking about when we met up and I took her from behind in the shower. My cock filling her deep while she bent over and held on to the tub edge as I filled her. I reminded her of key details while I heard her robe hit the ground, how I had held her hips and given her my all, felt my balls rubbing against her lips. Slid my hand around to her front and traced my finger across her clit, I told her I was hard and playing with myself for her, but in reality I was saving myself for what was to come later, knowing I'd need all my energy to survive the night. She came hard, joking about how her friends in the neighboring rooms likely heard her and would wonder if she was getting lucky already. She had to run for her ladies time so I promised a call later and went off to meet up with some coworkers for a leisurely dinner.
At around 9 my dinner was dying down, my coworkers were heading out for a night of debauchery but I told them no, mentioning I had met a cocktail waitress earlier and had been promised a night involving her slot. I think the horrible pun sealed the deal as none of them questioned me, instead offering me congratulations and a pat on the back as they left the restaurant. I made my way to the front of the hotel and grabbed a cap to the hotel she was staying at, knowing they had planned to spend the night there after there show. From the cab I called her on her cell phone, the background noise let me know they were deep in the middle of the casino floor. I asked her if she had gotten lucky yet and she laughed, saying the slots weren't working for her tonight. I told her I didn't mean with the gambling, and wondered if the outfit was working it's magic yet. She laughed, and told me she had worn it, as I was right it did make her look good, plus after all our conversations just putting it on made her wet. While we talked I walked silently into the casino, hoping she'd assume the noise was all on her end of the phone. My plan worked and I asked her about what she was playing, slowly making my way to the area she was describing. I turned a corner and saw her, sitting at the machine with her back to me.
She'd definitely worn the outfit I requested, the blue dress clung to her body like a second skin, showing off all the curves in all the right places. Her breasts were heaving from the neck and with each breath it looked like they would spill right out. The bottom of the dress ended about 3 inches above her knee and from the angle I was at I could see the top of her stockings. Her shoes matched the dress, and gave her a nice 3 inches extra height, not that she'd need it for long as my plans for the night didn't involve much standing up.