We had treated ourselves to a holiday to Las Vegas, as it was somewhere we had always wanted to go. Even though we were both only 21 years old, we had constructed a bucket list, and as Las Vegas was on It, we had decided to use our 21st birthday money as well as savings to tick one off our list. The list was fairly long and consisted of the usual things, exotic holidays, run a marathon and the like. In addition were a few other things that we will get to later.
I am assuming a bucket list is a standard thing. It is basically a list of things that you would like to do before you die, kick the bucket, so is known as a bucket list.
As said, I am 21 years old, my name is Fiona, Fi to my friends. I am 5 foot tall, petite build, shoulder length brunette hair, green eyes. My dress size is a 6 or an 8, my bra size is a 28A. I am here with Sarah, who is my best mate, she is also 21 years old. She is 5 foot 8 inches tall, brunette hair that is about halfway down her back. She has blue eyes and wears a dress size of 10 or 12. Her bra size is a 36C.
We went into our room and did the usual of checking all corners to see what it was like. It was a standard room, so came with standard features. Decent sized main room, with a bathroom that again was of reasonable size; there was no bath, just a shower, but that was fine. We opened the curtains that were drawn to keep the sun out and looked outside. We were on the 7th floor, and looked out towards the airport, that you could just about see in the distance. As seems to be standard in Las Vegas, there were no balconies, I assume to stop people who gamble a little too much from jumping.
The bed was a super king size with a couple of chocolates on the pillow, which was a nice touch, the usual white sheets and the foot protector thing that we instantly removed. Our cases were following us up so we only had our hand luggage, which mainly consisted of plane entertainment items. I switched on the TV and had a scan of the channels, finally settling on a sit com type show.
"What time is it?" Sarah asked.
"Half 8," I said, "Drink?"
"Sounds good," she replied, "Do we have to wait for our luggage?"
"Dunno," I shrugged, "If we get back and the luggage is not here we will go and get it."
"Okay," she said, "You going like that?"
"It is either go like this, go naked, or wait for our luggage," I grinned back at her.
She rolled her eyes, "You freshening up I meant," she said.
"Will just have a quick wash," I said, "No makeup or anything though, so going like this," I replied.
I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a white vest top. We had a quick freshen up and headed down to the casino. Neither of us were gamblers and we spent the majority of the time on the 1c machines with a quick break to get some food. At around half 12 in the morning, time flies in these places, we watched a few of the tables. Craps, I have no idea what the rules were, all I know is the amounts of money that were being gambled were eye watering. We were probably down around $5 between us, some of the people on this table were down several hundred, and that was just in the few minutes we had been watching.
"You want to go up?" Sarah asked me at around 1am.
"Yeah sure," I said, "See if our luggage is here yet."
We headed back upstairs, again wandering around the tables and just taking in the atmosphere as we did so. We opened the door and went back in. Our luggage was there, they had put Sarah's case on the luggage rack, and mine was just stood up next to it.
We opened them up and got out our toiletries. "You wanna go first?" Sarah asked.
"Nar, you can," I said as I climbed onto the bed and flicked the TV on.
She went into the bathroom and 30 minutes later came back out with a towel wrapped around her head and a second towel wrapped around her. It was just about long enough, she had it tucked around her breasts and under her arms, the bottom of it was just about low enough to maintain her modesty. "Do we have a hair dryer?" she asked.
"To be hoped so," I grinned at her, "If not, I am sure reception will have one."
She searched through a few drawers and after a couple she held up a hairdryer in a success salute. "Cold?" she said looking at me.
"Bit chill isn't it," I agreed as I tapped at the air conditioning control and upped the temperature by a few degrees.
I went into the bathroom and worked out how the shower worked. I stripped and showered, doing my teeth and removing the makeup that I had had on all day. I wrapped myself in the towel and went back into the room. Sarah was just finishing up moisturising her legs as I went back in. I grinned at her as my eyes scanned up and down her legs; she was sat 90 degrees to me, her foot up on the bed as she moisturised and was showing a lot of leg. Nothing embarrassing, but there wasn't a lot of leg left to be seen before things got private.
"Did you bring PJs?" she asked.
"I did just in case we got a ground floor, but I'm not going to bother with them," I said as I dried my hair. I was paranoid about being on the ground floor of hotels; it just didn't feel as secure for some reason, and my comfort blanket was PJs.
"Yeah, me too," Sarah agreed, "Topless? Or naked?"
"Whatever," I shrugged. Now we had sorted the air conditioning it was just pleasant in here. I finished drying my hair and applied moisturiser to myself. I was very aware I had nothing on underneath it, so adjusted my sitting angle to maintain modesty.
"Oh, will you get me a water?" Sarah asked.
"Sure," I replied looking in the fridge and taking out two bottles of water. They would likely cost us a billion dollars each, but it was easier than getting dressed and going back downstairs to get one each.
"Ta," she said as I placed it on her bed side table. As you look at the bed from the foot she always slept on the left and me on the right, no idea why, but with a boyfriend we always sleep on the same sides as well. She had bare arms and shoulders, so she was topless, but I couldn't tell if she was naked or not. The sheets were white and thin, so she was either naked or wearing white panties, but I was not sure, so I just asked her if she was naked or not.
"On holiday," she grinned.
"Yes, then," I grinned back at her as I brushed my hair into a ponytail for sleeping.
I dropped the towel and got into bed next to her. Fresh washed sheets on bare skin feel so nice, and I just laid on my back letting the soft linen rest against my bare flesh. "Glad we are here," Sarah said.
"Yeah," I agreed, "Travelling sucks."
"Nice hotel," Sarah observed.
"Yeah, well nice," I agreed looking around with just the light from the TV, "So what are the plans?"
"Party, get pissed, couple of sight-seeing tours," Sarah offered.
"Sounds good," I agreed, "We will need to get some drinks for the room."
