Ron still had on the black t-shirt but he had changed into shorts. "Let's go...." He came over to me and looked at the top of the dress where I had left a few buttons undone. He took the "lapels" and spread them apart pretty much exposing my breasts. "Still in the Las Vegas spirit I see," he said. I showed him how the dress front stayed pretty well closed naturally unless someone gives it a tug or something.
Walking through the lobby of their hotel, I was feeling frisky. There were a lot of people moving around and there was an atrium rising above us to where the upper floors were. I pointed up and asked Ron, "What floor are Jake and Michelle on, again?"
"The room number is 1086 so probably the tenth floor."
I knew lifting my arm like that was lifting the skirt hem and flashing some butt cheek. I kept my arm up and pretended to count the floors. "Well let's go see," I said and we walked to the elevators.
Michelle answered our knock and we saw that she had changed too. She was wearing a pale pink camisole in a very sheer material. It was so short it barely fell below the bottoms of her breasts. It was obvious she was in Las Vegas mode too and her nipples were standing right out there in front. On her bottom was a pair of boy shorts that were so brief it was hard to know if they were underwear or not. She welcomed us in, surprising us with a hug each. They had a music system playing softly and a picture window looking out at the dark Las Vegas sky with the eternal electric glow from the ground up.
"Wow!" Ron and I said together.
We looked around and admired the size of the room and the bar in the corner and the huge bed with a couch and two chairs besides. Jake was over at the bar arranging glasses and bottles. "We don't usually live like this," he said. "We use points and groupons and things to get a great deal. But it's pretty rad isn't it!" He came around the bar with the ice bucket and said, "We need some ice." He had changed too and was wearing some loose silky basketball shorts. Without a shirt he was clearly well built and tanned.
"I'll get it." Michelle said and took the bucket and headed for the door. Without another word we watched her pert little butt sashay out the door.
A few minutes later there was a knock and since I was closest, I opened the door to let Michelle in. She was standing there with the ice bucket in one arm and with the other, she was holding a piece of ice and rubbing it around her nipple under the cami.
She looked up at me and said, "That sure does the trick. Want some?"
"Uh, not right now," I said.
Inside, she said, "So I was standing at the ice machine trying to figure out how to work it when this older guy comes in. He was wearing suit pants and a business shirt. Looked like he just took the tie off. While he waited, I got the machine to give me some ice. Then I 'accidentally' dropped a few cubes on the floor. Good citizen that I am, I bent over like this to pick up the loose ones."
She turned away from us, bent at the waist with her legs shoulder width apart and mimed picking up ice cubes. The view of her ass in the snug shorts was irresistible. But also, the cami kind of flipped up -- or down, since she was bent over -- and her boobies were exposed, at least the undersides. "I stood back up real quick, apologized and got out of there before he could say anything -- or grab anything." She was grinning and I could sense the same excitement I felt when doing that kind of thing.
"Be careful..." Jake said in a concerned tone.
"I'm sure it was ok," Michelle replied, "I was around the corner and out of sight before he knew what happened. I'm sure he didn't try to follow me or anything."
At this point Ron piped up and said, "Well, I think you are a very talented flasher, Michelle. You and Cathy seem to be naturals at it." We all chuckled and Michelle and I shared a glance that seemed to hold some slight bond between us.
Jake made us all tall Jack and Cokes and we toasted, "To adult playtime!" We all sat down on the couch with Michelle and I in the middle.
Michelle said, "Well, I'm ready for some California flash photos."
I realized that we hadn't added to the album since our trip to the mall. "Don't get your hopes up too high. We're kind of new at this," I said. I found the pictures on my phone and handed it to Michelle. She flipped through the dozen or so shots with Jake looking over her shoulder.
"Hm, a restaurant. Nice. Ooh the furniture department. This is a good one." After a minute or so they went through them again a little more slowly. "So, you're going for the anonymity approach I see," Michelle said.
"Yeah, I'm really trying not to be found out by anybody I don't want to find out," I answered.
Jake said, "Michelle is the sole owner of any photos of her. I don't have any copies and I'm fine with that. But she is ok with having her face in the pictures. I think it gives them more of a frame of reference. Of course, her face is very pretty so that doesn't hurt either. Her face can express a mood or attitude that just body parts can't."
"I'm sold," Ron put in. "Let's see!"
Michelle got out a tablet and found the photos. She handed it to me and Ron looked over my shoulder. The first series was of Michelle on a city street, window shopping. She was wearing a dark blue print skirt, fairly short and full and the material was very light so it swung around as she walked or the breeze came up. Her top was a plain cotton blouse with loose short sleeves, very plain in front. The back, however, consisted of a couple buttons below the nape of her neck and the rest was completely open. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. That in itself was sexy.
There were several shots of her with stores and people on the street behind her as she lifted the front of her top to various heights showing various amounts of breasts. In others, she bent over to look at something in the window while casually flashing her lovely ass by lifting her skirt. In one she was sitting on the edge of a pedestal under a statue of a general or something, while lifting one leg to work on her shoe. That caused the skirt to slide up her thigh revealing pale blue panties.
"Beautiful!" Ron said with enthusiasm.
