Veronica struggled with the zipper on the back of her tight black dress. Chad had helped her into the curve-hugging ensemble before dinner but now she was left to fend for herself. After several minutes and several contortionist positions, she managed to unzip the dress. Her large 36D breasts escaped confinement and her nipples immediately hardened in the cold air of the hotel room.
Too late, Veronica realized that the sheer curtains were still pulled to the side. The hotel room they had rented was on the second floor and Veronica could clearly make out the people walking the Las Vegas Strip around the entrance to the casino hotel where she was staying. She hurried to close the window coverings before any of the drunken tourists got a free show.
The night was young but it was already over for Veronica. She stripped the rest of the way out of her evening dress and unpacked her sexy night gown. It was a lacey purple teddy with sheer triangles barely covering her nipples and a lace skirt that only managed to cover half of her firm ass. She straightened her tiny black thong to ensure it was perfectly nestled between her ass cheeks while the tiny triangle in the front perfectly outlined her nether lips.
The look was not completely until she had slid on the silky black thigh highs and a pair of platform "fuck me" heels. Veronica admired herself in the mirror. She used a comb to fix her long, silky brown hair that had become disheveled during the fight to remove her dress. She touched up her make-up, looking flawless but not overly done. Finally, happy with her sultry appearance in the mirror, Veronica sat down and looked for a magazine. Yes, this was her Vegas vacation.
Chad had suggested Las Vegas and Veronica had agreed because they were still in the relationship stage where she wanted to please him rather than argue. They had been dating for almost seven months now and they always had a fun time.
Veronica knew she was only 18 and would be unable to drink or gamble.
"Oh please, babe," she could remember Chad saying in his casual tone. "It'll be so easy to sneak you drinks. And even if you're not gambling, you'll be having fun. There are clubs, restaurants, shows..."
Veronica caught her reflection in the mirror and sighed. Chad had been true to his word and managed to buy her drinks where no one was carding. The vodka cranberry tasted watered down, made her dizzy, and when she saw what she thought was a police officer walking towards her she threw it quickly into a nearby decorative plant. Really smooth.
Chad had convinced her of Vegas' charms but had failed to mention his own weakness for gambling. Veronica spent the first night of their exciting vacation standing a safe distance away from the table while Chad gambled at black jack all night. This evening he had been itching to try craps after dinner. Rather than suffer a repeat of the previous boring night, Veronica excused herself and returned to the room. Chad had barely seemed to notice. There was a hot shooter at the craps table.
The sexy lingerie had been for the romantic nights she envisioned spending with Chad. Instead she lay back on top of the sumptuous hotel comforter and ran her hands over the lacey material of her nightie. Veronica teased her nipples, pulling on them through the thin fabric, and pinching them until they stood straight up. She could make them out clearly through the sheer fabric and she knew Chad would have appreciated that sight.
Anyone would appreciate the site really. She was pretty and young and anyone dressed in this slutty outfit would warrant a second look. She found her mind wandering to the crowd below that had almost glimpsed her bare breasts. Veronica sat up on the bed and surveyed the room. It was a small, typical hotel room. There was a small hallway beside a bathroom with the basic shower-bathtub, sink and toilet. The bedroom area had a stand for the television, a desk littered with Las Vegas brochures, and a minibar locked and hidden in the corner. A single queen sized bed had been turned down for the night by the hotel staff.
There was nothing spectacular about the room except the view. The entire northern wall of the room was floor to ceiling windows looking out at the other hotels across the strip. It would be much more beautiful in the higher floors, and the hotel was over twenty stories high, but they had booked the cheaper second floor. The view of the strip was less impressive but it made for much better people watching.
Aggravation at Chad for leaving her alone led Veronica to move the small chair for the desk over to the windowed wall. She turned down the lights in the room. Next, Veronica opened the drapes slightly.
Typical Las Vegas tourists dressed in their night attire roamed the streets in front of the hotel. Taxis and cars were pulling up to the front; people were going in and out of the casino or walking past, posing for pictures with the iconic fountain and statues. Veronica made herself comfortable in the chair, leaning back and spreading her legs slightly. She lightly traced her index finger over the moist fabric between her thighs.
She began to imagine the people below watching this intimate moment alone. The thought aroused her though she'd never considered anything like that before. Usually she was too shy to even show public affection with Chad. She wondered if Chad would be able to ignore her if he were watching from below.
In the dim light of the hotel room, Veronica felt empowered, slipping the lacey fabric down from her nipples, showing her bare breasts to the people down below though she knew they could not see her. In her imagination, they were watching every stroke while she squeezed her breasts, pushed them together, and teased her nipples. She held her breath as she leaned in close to the glass and brushed her nipple against it. Veronica shuddered and moaned. The desert was hot in the day but the nights were unforgiving and cold. The night air and cool hotel room made for an icy surface on her hot, excited breasts.
Veronica bent her knee and lifted one leg up, to help spread her thighs far apart and grant her easy access to her hairless mound. She started to stroke over the thin fabric of her thong. It was soaked from her fantasizing.
Her heart was racing now as she imagined her audience watching as she slowly pulled her thong to the side and offered a glimpse of her pink slit. Veronica smiled at her imaginary audience who continued to walk about their business without noticing her dark hotel room with the drape pulled back a tiny bit.
She used two fingers to spread herself before sliding a finger up into her wet hole. She was tight and could rarely fit more than one finger comfortably. She pushed her finger in as far as it would go before pulling it out and rubbing her juices all over her clit. Her tiny pink button was already enlarged and tender from her fantasizing. She leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes, and continued to manipulate her clit with her hand. She was breathing heavily as she putting on a show for her imagined audience.
The door flew open.
"RONN-EEEEEE," called an obviously inebriated Chad. Veronica stumbled as she hurried to stand out of the chair, quickly moving to adjust her panties to a position that covered her private parts. She completely forgot about adjusting her top. She met Chad in front of the bed, hair messy from leaning back in the chair, face flushed from excitement, and breasts hanging out of her sexy lingerie.
"What is this now," he slurred, reaching out to squeeze a breast. Veronica blushed even deeper and hurried to put her tits back inside the lacey triangles of the purple nightie. "No, I approve." Chad pushed the triangles back away from her breasts and leaned down to suck her right nipple noisily into his mouth. His other hand was roughly groping her bare tit, thumb and forefinger pinching her nipples. Veronica gasped, unsure what to make of the man assaulting her right now. Chad was always a gentle and considerate lover and Veronica had never imagined she craved anything more. Now she found herself aching for his strong hands pawing at her body.
He drunkenly tried to undo the clasps and ties keeping the delicate nightgown in place but was unsuccessful. Veronica's deft hands released the hooks and ties and she held the sheer fabric up for over the span of several deep breaths before letting it drop to the floor leaving her in only stockings and a black thong.
Chad moaned as he kissed his way down her body, stopping to bury his face between her thighs. Veronica found herself automatically reacting to hold her legs together but Chad was persistent. He moved his hands between her thighs and pushed them open until Veronica obeyed.
He slid a finger under the crotch of her panties and pulled them to the side, leaning in to tease his tongue along her slit. He quickly grew irritated with the tiny swatch of black fabric and pulled the thong down her legs.
Veronica watched as he stared at her swollen pussy, opening it with his fingers before pushing his tongue inside of her. His moans echoed hers as she felt her knees go week from the sensation of his mouth on her most sensitive area.
"Damn Ronnie, you are so wet," said Chad between mouthfuls of Veronica's pussy.
His tongue had no trouble finding and teasing her swollen clit. She was still so aroused from her own hand minutes earlier.
"What were you doing up here without me," he asked, his voice raspy and low when he pulled away from licking her clit causing her to groan in frustration.
Veronica ignored the question, trying to push her hips towards his face but struggling because her legs felt unsteady and her tall platform heels were dangerous. Chad was staring at the chair in the corner of the room. The chair positioned near the window where Veronica had been sitting. Chad's drunken mind was obviously working in overdrive as he stood up from his kneeling position. His erection was plainly obvious in his jeans but he was managing to ignore his body's urges as he puzzled out the chair.
He walked to it slowly and Veronica froze. Her face went bright red with embarrassment.
"You were sitting here?"
Veronica nodded, not even turning to look at Chad as he walked behind her to the chair.
"Why..." he asked, but he stopped immediately and she could hear the smile enter his tone.
"Well, well Ronnie...Were you showing off for the people down there?"
