With my little jeweled toy in place, I couldn't just plop down into the seat. But easing myself in was not at all uncomfortable and was mildly stimulating. I was glad the towels were still on the seats. I was pretty sure I was leaking pussy juice.
I was amazed at how blasé I had become about being topless out in public. It was not like we were on a crowded sidewalk or anything but still.... I looked down and saw my still-rosy nipples were still erect. I toyed with them a little as I asked, "Ron, am I turning into a slut?"
He looked over, saw what I was doing and thought for a minute. "Well, I don't know. You've sure drawn me into your new 'hobby' to where sex is a big part of our summer. If you are a slut, what does that make me?"
"A horndog!" I said and we both laughed.
He was quiet for a while and then he said, "We've never talked much about the future, Cathy. When we go to our separate colleges it's going to be a big adjustment for me. I'll miss you in more ways than one. Last night, we participated in 'group sex' -- I can hardly believe I just said that! I wasn't jealous or anything. Even though we were fooling around with other people, I still felt our partnership."
I thought about it and said, "Yeah. Me too. But doesn't it bother you to have me flaunt my nakedness to strangers?"
"No, I think it's way hot. But there is the partnership thing. I feel like, even though you're the one doing the flashing, that we're both in on it together. If you left me sitting at the table in the restaurant and walked out with two sailors, that would be tough." We chuckled at the thought and I lifted his hand from the gearshift and put it on my thigh, covering his hand with mine.
"Don't worry about that," I said. "I still have some standards."
Ron put the car in a parking space at our motel and I glanced around before getting out. There were a few people going to and from the hotel to their cars, some with luggage. Ron held out my top and I waved it away imperiously, like I couldn't be bothered with such a trifle.
"OK," he said and we opened the doors and got out.
Although it was night now, the parking lot was well lit. I slung my shoulder bag, pulled my skirt back down to at least cover my butt cheeks and we started walking toward the door as if nothing were amiss. The air was cooler now and I was enjoying the breeze wafting over my bare nipples. Another couple was heading toward us on the sidewalk. I took Ron's hand as if to say, "Let's do this." We marched right by them, nodding a "good evening". I heard some whispers as they receded behind us. I smiled to myself and I could feel my nipples were hard.
Once we were walking down the hallway to our room, almost the same thing happened. This time the couple was older and after we passed them, the woman said loud enough to be overheard, "Aren't they a lovely young couple, Dear?"
"Boy, I'll say. It's been years since I've seen a lovelier pair!"
Almost instantly we heard him say, "Ouch! What'd I say?"
Once in our room, I said, "How about if you see if there's some wine left and maybe some snacks. I'm gonna freshen up and we can review our photo gallery from the roof top."
In the bathroom, I eased out my new butt plug. It was still nice and clean. I sat on the toilet and was able to ease out a couple firm ones. It felt good to shower off the sunblock and rouge. I shined the shower nozzle on my bottom parts and got them nice and clean too. I slipped a finger in my butthole -- after the plug being in, my finger went in easily. Now that I felt clean, inside and out, I came to a decision. I dried off, lubed up the new plug and popped it into my ass.
Wearing only the plug, I went out into the room drying my hair with a towel. It was nice that it never really got cold in Vegas. A good place for nudity. Ron apparently thought so too as he was now naked as well. Ron had the drapes open and the sliding door open to the breeze. I went and looked out. There were a few people on balconies across the pool from our room. I checked out the rooms that were lit looking to see if there were any other nudists hanging out. None that I could see. Ron had poured two little plastic cups of wine.
He said, "I'll be right back," and headed for the bathroom. I sipped wine and nibbled some crackers while watching out the door opening. Finally, I just stepped out onto the little balcony. From here I could look at the other balconies on our wing of the building. There was nobody right next door in either direction but one floor up and a few doors down, there was a guy leaning on the rail. He glanced my way and then did a double take and broke into a big smile.
"Nice night," I said.
"Sure is," he replied. He turned his head and said something into the room. A woman came out with him. She looked at me and smiled too. They looked like they were dressed to go out. She waved and I waved back.
"Sure is dry," I commented as if to myself. I went back into the room and heard the shower running. I found a tube of moisturizer and went back out on the balcony and started to apply it. I saw out of the corner of my eye that the neighbors were still there but I pretended to ignore them. I massaged cream into my skin on my arms and legs, just like normal, but I may have spent a little extra time on my tits. I also didn't neglect my nether parts and found once again, my pussy was quite damp.
Just then, Ron said from behind me, "Hey, what's going on here?" He came out also naked and looked at our neighbors.
"Just being neighborly," I said. "Do my back?" He did and the gentle massaging felt good. His hand wandered down below my waist and found its way all the way to the plug.
He tweaked it a few times and whispered, "I thought so." Louder he said, "Well we got things to do," and gestured me into the room.
I waved at the neighbors again and said, "Gotta go." Back in the room, Ron and I embraced wholeheartedly, smiling at our boldness.
We sat propped on pillows at the head of the bed, sipping wine, munching snacks and looking at my phone. Of course, there were a lot of photos from the parking lot that were junk -- out of focus, misframed, somebody moved, etc. -- but many were really good. Maybe even 'erotic art'. One was a silhouette of Michelle and I against the sunset in the background. It looked like just our lips and the tips of our nipples were touching. A very tender moment. In the ones where we were showing off each other's butt plugs we just looked like a couple fun-loving chicks. Jake had used the flash and the jewel on the butt plugs lit up like a tail light.
Ron said, "Man! This is good stuff. Jake is skilled at photography. Of course, his models were world-class, too." While we were looking, I had been holding Ron's cock. I realized he had had a long day of foreplay and it was pretty stiff and also had some precum oozing out the end. I smeared it around the head of his dick and rubbed it in. He groaned a bit and let the phone drop to his chest.
I let go of his cock and snuggled up to him and put my lips to his ear and whispered, "I'm gonna say something you may never in your life hear again." He turned his head to look at me with surprise, concern, apprehension. "I want to try anal sex!" The surprise stayed but the concern and apprehension changed into a smile. "You in?"
He said, "I'll do my level best!" And we kissed.
