Hi Everyone, Here is part 2 of my Las Vegas sexual awakening story. Just a quick recap in case some of you didn't read part 1.
I met Ken during a Vegas convention. We hit it off and I had sex with him a few days before the adventure I'm about to relate. We went shopping for an outfit; I started being an exhibitionist and he even talked me into shaving my pussy. I felt so horny afterwards and we made love in the shower. So after a long night of love making, we had to get up for the final seminars on Friday morning. So let's begin there.
After the last seminar was over and because it was our last night in town, Ken suggested doing something to expand my sexuality by going to a swingers club. He laughed when he told me it would be my "cumming-out party." I started to feel uneasy about the idea. He explained that, if I regressed so easily, how I would continue my new-found persona? If I didn't explore all avenues of my sexuality, he said, I would regret it later in life.
I knew he was right and asked him if he had ever been to this club before. He said he hadn't, so I asked him how he'd heard about it. He laughed and told me a girl that he met here last year bragged about it. So this year he checked it out online and thought he would try it, if he had a girl to take. Then he laughed and pointed to me as being that girl.
He then gave me his sad potty look and said: "So Kathryn, it's up to you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to and we can leave any time you say. Just go and give it a try."
"You don't want to make love to me anymore?" I asked.
"Oh no, that's not it," he replied. "Remember Wednesday I told you I would help you in your endeavor to expand your new-found sexuality? Well that is what I doing."
Well I couldn't argue that point, so I smiled and said okay. That seemed to make him very happy. I went back to my room and I took a nice long bubble bath. I shaved everything including my pussy again. As I was wrapped in a towel there was a knock on my door. It was Ken. He was wearing black pants and a nice blue polo shirt that showed off his muscles. I asked him what he wanted me to wear. He had a big devious grin when he suggested a blue top I'd worn earlier in the week. Oh my god! That's way too short, I thought. But he insisted.
I put it on, with black thigh high stockings, a black G-string panty and my new black stilettos. No I didn't wear a bra therefore, my nipples protruded from under the tight material. Looking in the full-length mirror, I pulled the top down as far as I could, but it barely covered the tops of my stockings. When I raised my arms up, it rose to where it was barely covering my panty. I was so uncomfortable wearing it out in public. Then I told myself that I needed to get over my inhibitions. I rationalized that I'd seen other girls wear dresses like this one and I needed to advertise myself in order to eliminate my own shyness and fears.
Ken took one look at me and blurted, "Oh Kathryn, you look very enticing. I think I'm going to get jealous tonight with all of those guys admiring your beauty."
He came over to me put his strong arms around me and kissed me. Then he whispered, "You will be the hottest girl there."
Now dinner was at a busy restaurant off the strip. I was generating a lot of stares as we waited in the lobby for a table. I kept my knees tightly together with my hands in my lap. I tried to get over my self-consciousness. When we got up for a table, I didn't pull my dress back down and it barely covered my ass. As I walked by a table full of guys, I could feel their stares and I wiggled my walk a little bit more. Dinner was great and we split another bottle of wine, although I drank most of it. I was becoming extremely tense about this whole endeavor and the wine did help. I'd even stopped keeping my knees tightly together and didn't care who looked. The table where those guys were sitting was close enough to where I bet they got a nice view.
Anyway, around 10 P.M., we finally found the hidden party house in east Las Vegas. There were a lot of cars in a vacant lot next to it. I was now starting to get very restless wearing such a revealing outfit. As we walked toward this secluded abode, suddenly I was engulfed by huge rush of excitement. We walked in and saw this huge room. There was music playing, many couples dancing and some unattached guys standing hopefully at the bar. I felt like they all were staring at me! A friendly burly guy asked for our donation of $40 per couple and inquired if this was our first time here. I tightly held Ken's arm and said it was. Looking at Ken, he explained the rules about no one up stairs unless they are a couple, NO means NO and to practice safe sex, as he pointed to a large bowl filled with condoms. Just as we were walking away he said: "Oh by the way. Just some advice! I wouldn't take your beautiful lady to the Red Room. This is singles night, so there are a lot of guys looking for a girl like her to have fun with. It would be wise to stay out of it." He pointed to a red door and laughed. I giggled and for some reason became very curious about that room.
Anyway it was BYO and we didn't bring any, A nice guy wearing a white bandana on his head told us that I could help myself to his. The bar guy then made me a double margarita and we began talking for a while. He said he came there every Friday because they allow single guys in for $100, while single girls are free. Then he laughed and told us that there is usually a little more action, but tonight it seemed a little dead. Well, it seemed crowded enough to me.
Every time I looked over at him he was checking me out by staring at my legs. When he looked up at me, his eyes would stop at my chest. I just thought he was a typical horny guy, but for some reason I was enjoying his stares. I knew he wanted me and I liked the attention because he was cute.
Anyway, I was becoming very giddy and wanted to dance. I grabbed Ken's hand and we went to the dance floor. As we danced, I was becoming very amorous and kept rubbing my body up against my dance partner. When I twirled, I could see TJ staring at me and smiling. I had forgotten how high my dress rose up with my hands in the air. Becoming very tipsy from that margarita, I teasingly kept rubbing up against Ken asking about peeking in the Red Room, just to see. I don't know why I was so fixated about it, but I was.
After a while, Ken became tired and wanted to rest. He whispered about finding us a private place so he could make love to me and then walked away to search. I had so much energy and still wanted to dance, so when TJ took my hand, I smiled and waved bye to Ken. As we danced, he continually complimented me on my beauty and how hot I looked swaying to the music. He said I was making a lot of guys horny, desiring my body.
Wow! I liked those compliments because my ex used to tell me that no one else would ever want a prude like me. I was becoming very turned on knowing guys became horny just by looking at ugly me.
Then he asked if I wanted to see what goes on in the Red Room. I quickly screeched: "Oh my God! YES!"
He smiled and pulled me toward it. But before we went in, we stopped at the bar and told the bartender to make me a special drink. I watched intently as this guy pour some tequila and margarita mix over some ice. Then he took a small packet that contained a white powder and he shook it into the blender. After he poured the finished cocktail into a large glass, he handed it to me.
"Now gorgeous, if you drink this you will have such a great time. But I have to warn you that some girls have become uncontrollably horny and total sluts afterwards. So drink it at your own risk," he blurted.
I took a sip and it was very yummy. Looking up at him, I asked what the white powder was. That's when TJ laughed and answered, "Oh don't worry about that gorgeous. It's not a date rape drug or ecstasy or anything harmful, although you may feel ecstasy afterwards. Most girls do!"
