(Sorry about the order mix up. Not sure what happened.)
That afternoon at work, I settled down somewhat and gradually returned to being a normal girl in the real world. Ron and I talked on the phone but we didn't get together for a couple days. The next night, I asked him how he felt about a road trip.
"Where to?" he asked.
"I've been thinking about Las Vegas," I said.
"Hmm," he said, "Hot there."
"You're hot anywhere, Babe," I said with a wink.
"Thanks, but I mean the weather."
"So, I won't wear too much clothing."
"Hmm, I better come along. What'll we do there? They won't even let us into the casinos."
"Well, first we'll have a hotel room. Then there's the boulevard. There are restaurants and shops. And a swimming pool. Do they allow naked sunbathing there?" I asked.
"We'd better go find out," he said, and I could see the concept was growing on him. We agreed we'd go for Friday and Saturday nights the weekend after next. It was time for me to visit the waxing salon again and Ron had to get the car checked out for a road trip across the desert. He said this weekend he'd try to caddy some double rounds and raise some extra funds. I arranged to get the time off and broke the news to my folks. They were very skeptical.
"I'm not sure that's such a good idea. You are not even old enough to gamble. How will you get there? Where will you stay?"
I told them Ron would drive and we already had reservations at a decent if economical hotel off the strip.
"Well, what if Ron gets drunk and drives the car into a bridge abutment?"
I told them Ron and I don't drink, etc., etc. In the end, my dad took out $100 and gave it to me and said, "Have a nice dinner somewhere or maybe you could see a show."
I gave him a hug and said, "Thanks, Daddy! We'll be fine. Don't worry."
My mom said, "We're gonna text you and you better answer!"
Ron and I talked about the trip. "What are you gonna wear?" he asked.
"I'm going to bring all my latest wardrobe purchases," I replied. After a second, I said, "Ya know, I'm looking forward to the anonymity. Nobody in Vegas knows me. So what if they see my boob or butt cheek. Who cares?"
He answered, "Oh, I see where this is going. I can't wait!"
"Well, I couldn't do it without you. Not only do I like you seeing me flashing but I also feel safer with you there. Like, 'Get back you creeps. I got my guy here and you'll just have to go find your own hot chick!'"
We both laughed.
I said, "I have in mind one more wardrobe item if I can find it. It's a t-shirt in white, very form fitting and tight, made of very thin stretchy material that's almost see-thru. Something that would only go in Las Vegas."
"This trip is sounding better all the time," he answered.
"So, what about you, what are you gonna wear?" I asked him.
"I dunno, just the usual I guess."
"Wait a minute," I said. "If were gonna go stylin' down the boulevard you'll have to do better than that. Do you have a black shirt? Maybe something without a Raider's logo?"
He thought for a second and then said, "Well, I got kind of a dressy t-shirt that I wore with a jacket once to a wedding last year. It's black."
"Sounds good. How about some long pants in a light color like linen or something?"
"No, I just have jeans and some dark colored slacks."
"OK, we'll go shopping," I said.
Over the next week, we did our routines. We went shopping and I found a T-shirt that I think will work, at least once I get my courage up. We found Ron some loose casual pants in a natural muslin. On a whim I bought him a hipster hat which, to my surprise, he took to right away. We each made it to the hairdresser for a haircut. I went back to the waxing salon and this time it was a much more pleasant experience. The results were as good or maybe a little better. I was smooth as a cue ball down there. I kept up my backyard tanning salon, too. Ron joined me some days and we were looking pretty uniformly tan. Of course, with applying lotion and all we often had to take care of each other's business. Ron got the car greased and gassed and we were ready to go Friday about 9:00am. I had a small overnight duffle bag and Ron had a backpack. They easily fit in the Mustang's trunk. I knew the trip would be hot so I had on the booty short cutoffs and plaid shirt I had worn when we went to the beach. I had my new white half-bra on too.
The trip went fine as we made our way past the coastal mountains and foothills. The car worked well and we cruised along listening to tunes over Ron's upgraded stereo. We had a cooler in back with some water and sodas on ice. We were on a regular road trip!
Once we got out onto the desert it started to heat up. The Mustang's A/C worked good but it was fifty year old technology and not quite up to the task.
I asked Ron, "Would you mind if I took off my shirt?" as I unbuttoned it without waiting for an answer.
"It is warm," he said, "I can see how you'd want to. I think I'll take mine off too. But I can't do it while I'm driving. At the next rest area..."
So, I took mine off and enjoyed the feeling of having my boobs out. There was traffic on the freeway but mostly I was below the window level so I wasn't really exposed. Trucks on the other hand had a better angle. I stretched my left arm over Ron's seat which gave my chest a little up-thrust.
Ron said, "Do you want me to pass that truck up there?"
"Sure, why not?" I answered.
He sped up and eased past it. The driver looked over and grinned and gave a little blast on his horn. I smiled back and gave him a small wave and we were gone. Ron just shook his head. That happened a few more times with varying results: some didn't notice at all and some got all excited.
The car's vinyl seats were getting a little sticky in the heat. I asked Ron if he still had those towels in the trunk that maybe we could put them over the seats. He said he did and I could get them out at the rest stop while he took off his shirt. Once he pulled in to a parking space, I took a look around. One space over there was an older couple just resting in the front seat of their car with the doors open. No other cars were very nearby so I just hopped out wearing my bra and shorts. The man looked up from his paper then pushed his glasses up his nose and stared at me. I pretended not to notice and just went around to the back of the car and rummaged around in the trunk for the towels. I got them and went to hand Ron one by side of the car.
He looked at me smiling and said, "Hey, didn't you forget to put your shirt on?"
I looked down at my chest and said, "Damn if I didn't! Oh, well..."
I slung the towel over my shoulder and walked back to my side of the car and leaned in to arrange the towel on the seat. I'm sure the old guy was ogling my butt. I hopped back in and as I closed the door, the old guy was smirking at me and I could see his wife glaring at him and me from her side of the car. As Ron started the car and backed out, I gave the couple a little wave. I doubt that that calmed the atmosphere in their car though. As we were getting back on the freeway, Ron said, "So that's how it's going to be, eh? Well all right then!" Then he reached over and squeezed my thigh.
As we were tooling along, listening to tunes I casually played with my nipples.
I said, "Do you think Ralph and Edna back there would have liked it better if I had some rouge on my nipples?"
"I'm sure they would have loved it," Ron answered. "Did you bring some?"
I leaned over close to him and whispered, "Baby, I brought every trick I could think of!"
He didn't say anything. He just smiled and reached over to fondle my breast. Then he said, "Do you think if I sucked your tits with rouge on them my lips would get all red?"