The next few days were busy with school work, working on the professor's research project, and packing for a trip that weekend. Matt and I had lunch together most days now, and at one of those lunches I told him I had to be gone for the weekend for a bachelorette party for a friend from high school. She was flying us all to Vegas for the weekend.
At lunch that day I complained to Matt that I didn't really want to go. Marie, my friend who was getting married, was considerably more wild and into partying than I was. I was worried about what she and the bridesmaid, Amber, might have planned. Matt reassured me that it would be fun, ending with "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Go, have fun, be a bit wild. I don't want to know details. It's what you're supposed to do for a friend getting married." I sighed and gave him a kiss. "I don't really want to go, but thank you for understanding. You're amazing."
I finalized my packing, not quite sure what to bring. I settled on a bikini, a couple of dresses for clubs or casinos, and some more comfortable lounging clothes. I made my way to the airport, checked in, and boarded my flight. Everything went smoothly, and I made it to Las Vegas in the early afternoon. I was the first to check in from our group. They told me we had the top-floor penthouse suite, giving me a bit of a surprise.
When I got to the suite, I was shocked. There was a huge common area, at least four bedrooms, a fully stocked bar, a theatre room, and, outside, a private hot top with an amazing view of the city. I knew Marie's mother had made a lot of money from her company, but they must have paid a fortune for this.
I checked out the bedrooms, leaving the biggest one for Marie and the one next to it for Amber. I picked the one most removed from the common area in the vain hope that maybe I could go to bed before they did.
After unpacking my little bit of stuff I stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows enjoying the amazing view of the city. We were in one of the highest buildings right on the strip, and the view was amazing. I had a couple of hours before the others were due to arrive, and I pondered what to do.
I smiled a bit, thinking. Of course I knew what I was going to do. I pulled my t-shirt off and then quickly pushed my yoga tights down and stepped out of them. My bra quickly followed my clothes onto the bed, then my underwear. I stood in front of the window, completely naked, staring out. I wondered if anyone could see me up there on the top floor.
I stood there for a few minutes, looking at the view. My hands found their way up to my breasts and caressed them. One slipped down between my legs and slid along my mound. The thrill of displaying myself like that without knowing who might be watching had me very wet already.
I glanced around the nearby buildings, looking at the windows, seeing if I could see anyone watching me. I was a bit disappointed to not see anyone. Just then my phone buzzed. I had a text message from Marie, the next person scheduled to arrive. Her flight was delayed by an hour.
I smiled to myself. A penthouse and open-air hot tub all to myself? I grabbed my bikini and put it on, pausing to admire myself in the mirror. It was a new bikini, and I thought it highlighted my breasts nicely, pushing them up a bit, my hard nipples very clearly visible. I turned and looked at my butt in the mirror. I liked my butt. It looked like a runner's butt -- firm, shapely, not too big. And the bikini covered just enough of it to not be indecent but still showed it off nicely.
I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and went out to the hot tub. After turning it on and climbing in I looked around. The suite was above the level of most buildings, but there were a few higher than the suite. Others weren't much lower and could presumably see me in the hot tub, though with an angle from below.
I bit my lip. Could I do it? Before I could question the wisdom of the idea I unclipped the bikini top, took it off, and set it on the edge of the hot tub, keeping it within reach. I settled in, enjoying the warm water flowing over my nude breasts.
After a few minutes I slipped my bottoms off and set those next to the top. I spread my legs, leaning back, luxuriating in the setting, the hot tub, at being here. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad weekend after all.
Just then I heard a voice. "Hello? Miss?"
I jumped in surprise and covered my breasts as I turned around and looked in the direction of the voice. Standing in the door out onto the patio was a gorgeous woman dressed in the hotel uniform.
She apologized as she saw me jump and cover myself. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to invade or startle you. I just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Callie, and I'll be your personal concierge for the suite. Anything you need, I'm here to help make it happen. Are you the lucky bridesmaid?"
I was still blushing but I lowered my hands, sinking into the water a bit more. "No, her flight was delayed. I'm one of the bridesmaids.
Callie's gaze flicked down to my breasts, and she smiled a bit. "Well I'm glad to see that you've made yourself at home and settled in."
I blushed as she openly looked at my breasts.
She stepped closer, smiling reassuringly at me, openly admiring my breasts. "This isn't a service a concierge officially offers, but I can give you a massage if you'd like. Just don't tell my boss or the other guests in the suite, or I could get in trouble."
I stammered a bit, nervous, blushing at the way she was looking at my breasts. I was pretty sure she was offering more than just a massage.
I looked up at her and nodded a bit, replying softly "That sounds lovely."
She held out her hand and helped me out of the hot tub. I bit my lip and blushed again as she gazed at me. "Wow you're fit. I wish I had your body!" I blushed even more at the compliment.
She laid a towel out on the cushioned outdoor couch on the patio and patted it. Come, lie down on your front. The couch was under a shade cover but there were no sides at all, leaving it exposed for anyone to see.
I laid down and settled in, and she started at my shoulders, massaging firmly. Her hands felt heavenly. I mumbled "Mmm, that feels really good. You're good..."
She replied happily "Thank you! I've had some formal training. But like I said, don't tell anyone. I'm supposed to sell you the services of one of the hotel's massage therapists, but they're expensive." She added softly "And I was hoping you'd say yes and let me massage you."