We walked hand in hand along the hot sidewalk, among the crowd of hundreds of other people. It was well over 100 degrees outside, nothing unusual for June. Only thing that was unusual was the high amount of humidity. Never had there been humidity like this before. Not in Vegas, 1-5%, not a problem, but 80%? That was almost unheard of. We walked along, pointing at different sights, playing the typical tourists. We ducked in and out of the different shops and small casinos, avoiding all the tourist traps. We had decided to head back towards our hotel room, Instead of going back the way we came, we decided to cross the strip and go back up the other side. We stepped out of the crowd and pushed the button for the elevator to go up on the bridge so we could cross over without getting run over. As we stood there waiting, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. Not just a little kiss, a kiss that spoke volumes, telling me what he intended to do once we found our way back to our room.
The elevator opened and we broke the kiss, stepping into the elevator together, alone. The doors close on us and he looks at me, laughing a bit. I look at him, trying to figure out what's so funny. He stops laughing and just looks me up and down and I suddenly blush bright red as I glance out the glass elevator at the crowd staring up at me. Mortified as I realize that everyone can see that beneath my short skirt, I'm wearing nothing other than stockings and garters. Here I stand in this glass elevator, leaning against the glass, feet apart, showing my charms to the world. I quickly tense, closing my legs, almost in tears as the elevator stops at the top. I step out onto the concrete, walk over to the edge and look down at the crowd. I turn my back to the edge and sink to the ground below me, sobbing. I pull my knees up and lay my head on them, sobbing, unwittingly drawing a crowd again.
I wrap one arm around my knees, sobbing hard, my other hand drops to my side. Instinctively, my hand finds my bare pussy, knowing that it would sooth my tears away. I slid a finger slowly along my pussy lips, up and down, moaning softly as the tears start to subside. I dip my finger into my pussy, groaning as it finds my dripping hole. My slit is so wet now my finger slides easily up to my sensitive clit. I groan, totally absorbed in my own pleasure, but somewhere, I can hear an audible gasp. I look up, suddenly aware that I'm fingering myself in front of a crowd of strangers. He stood there watching me, enjoying my exhibitionism, never stopping me from embarrassing myself. I unfold myself and stand, brushing my skirt down into place as I stand there, bright red, embarrassed and totally confused as to why no one bothered stopping me. I slowly start to walk away, finding my way across the bridge. He's walking behind me, not saying a word. I make my way into the hotel, finding the elevator, stepping inside as it comes to a stop in front of me.
