"I dunno, some of the dresses are short, and the others are also skimpy, and jeez it exposes so much of me," you said.
"Look, we're in Vegas, and frankly, I think most people don't give a rat's ass, except the wives and girlfriends of guys that start to stare at you," I replied. "Dress A, you'd be making a statement. I should point out that Dress A does come in black, which does make it a bit more formal. Dress B, on the other hand, allows you to reveal as much as you want. I know it's not your color, but looking at the model with the blonde hair, it would work on you." Finally, there's Dress C: It showed way more skin than you were comfortable with, but you did make some home modifications and added snaps to them. I wanted just two closures, but you decided you needed three. We'll take all of them, and then you can make a decision when you get there."
You agreed and packed the dresses. The flight seemed to take forever, but I was glad to get our bags and get out of McCarran airport, grab our rental car, head to the Strip and the Bellagio. Flying isn't as much fun any more given the security, hurry up and wait, but thankfully I no longer smoke, and that's not a big issue anymore.
I know you were nervous about the whole thing, and I didn't bring it up again during the drive to the hotel. We pulled up to the port cochere and handed the keys to the valet there while the bell staff grabbed our luggage. Already the guys were admiringly giving you the once over as you got out of the car. As we approached the front desk area to check-in, I told you to relax on the sofa while I got us situated. I went through the rigors of checking us in, room cards, and head to the room with the bell leading the way. I booked us in one of the suite packages, and it did overlook the fountain and strip... I already had the best scene a guy could want. The bell cap led us to the elevator and tapped the floor button. You smiled at me, we kissed each other on the way up. Once the door to the elevator opened, the bell led the way to the room. I just asked the guy to leave bags at the foot the bed, tipped him nicely, and he left.
We had a few hours before dinner, and I asked if there was anything, in particular, you wanted for dinner. You weren't sure at that point, and I think it was nerves beginning to play on you. You did take the time to scout the room and liked the idea of a full tub with a whirlpool. I did let you know that rooms service was available 24/7, which perked up your ears. I did mention having you cloistered up in a room was not my preference. You smiled, knowing what I intended for our vacation.
One of the reasons for selecting the Bellagio was the sheer number of restaurants available and the cuisines. While not every venue was fabulous, but at least they were decent enough. They did have some places that had a dress code, although I often wondered how strict the enforcement is.
I took off my shirt, shoes, and socks, got comfortable in bed, opening up the directory to peruse the restaurants in the hotel that was available for dinner. "Boy," I said, looking up from the restaurant directory, "They do have something for everyone and every taste." The Mayfair Supper Club has a great view of the fountains along with nightly entertainment, Spagos, Japanese, Lago by Julian Serrano, a Steakhouse, Le Cirque, even Chinese. Course there's always room service. "Did you hear me?" I asked. You turned around from the window and look at me, eyes twinkling, "Sorry, babe, I was just looking at the view." I laughed and said, "There's only buildings and desert out there, nothing to see. The fountains are nice, and they have a good show from what I read."
"I know, but I'm still in shock that I'm here, you're here, we're here in a hotel room in Las Vegas on the Strip no less. I got out of bed and walked over to you, hugged you, and kissed you softly. Took your hand and led you to the bed. You sat down, kicked your shoes and socks off, lying down. I walked over to the other side, lying next to you in the process. I stared at your face and grinned. "OK, what are you smiling about?" you inquired. I smiled again and said, "I'm just admiring your beauty. You have very little makeup on, and I'm looking at the most gorgeous woman in the world". You blushed as you usually do when I say those things. I brought my face close to you and kissed you. You accepted my kiss and opened your mouth to let our tongues play the eternal dance that lovers often do. I moved my hand and fingers down the side of your body, feeling you shake and quivering just a little. The goosebumps on your arm let me know that you liked it as usual. You paused for a moment and then looked behind you.
"What's wrong?" I queried.
"The curtains are open."
"And?"
"People can see us."
"And?"
"Oh god," I like having the lights on, but I'm too shy about the world."
I got up, closed the curtain, and flipped the lights off. "Better?"
"Ummm, that's only the sheer curtains. People can still see us."
"No, I corrected, they can only see two bodies. They can't even tell if we're naked or not."
"Jeez, you're incorrigible."
"No, I'm your Darkside, remember?"
You sighed, flashed a smile and said, "Get your sexy ass back here and make sure you're naked."
I gave a mock salute and said, "You need to be naked too." We both stripped down, and you attempted to pull back the covers. I stopped you and uttered, "Nope, on top of the covers, please." There was a sigh from you, but you complied. We laid next to each other naked, and I looked down at your body. I knew you felt awkward whenever I looked at you despite my many accolades about you. I kissed you softly again, placing my hand on your hips and began to trace the outline of your curve. My hand reached your boobs, and I sensed your awareness of it when you sucked in your breath. I love touching your naked flesh, especially your seldom seen side boob. Your skin texture was soft, and the white color stood out in the dim room, lit up only by the outside ambient lights of the Vegas Strip. My hand wandered on your tits, and your excitement was growing as were your nipples. They harden under my caresses, and I enjoyed the sensations of rising passion in you. I began kissing you more, both of us ardent lovers and enjoying the open-mouth kiss with our tongues. You rolled on to your back, and I swung over with you to lay my naked body on yours. I began a slow journey down your naked body to revel in your skin, smell, and taste. You love my oral ministration of your body and how much I appreciated that aspect in our lovemaking. As I put it, "I'm worshipping your body."
I was very thorough about ensuring I covered your naked form, which always helped set your frame of mind. You were appreciated and loved. I was down to your navel, and the excitement was building. Your face appeared was flushed as much as your chest. You saw my head going lower and lower with your legs spreading wider, thighs pulling back to give me more access. You realize I had paused and became aware I was looking again at your pussy.
"God, that's so embarrassing when you do that," you declared.
"I can't help it, I whispered back. "It's sexy, especially when you're horny. All the blood has started rushing to it, giving a nice rosy red color. There's also a sexy aroma that goes with it too".
"Oh god, that's so mortifying, and you know I can't help it."
"I know, but I still love looking and smelling it."
I heard you gasp when my fingers touch the side of your pussy lips and splay them open to let me look even deep within your cunt. Your breathing picked up a little more, and you realize you were leaking even more. Embarrassed by my voyeurism, you recognized you were in a vicious cycle. The more self-conscious you were about it, the more you leaked juices and the hornier you became. The exhibitionist side of you enjoyed displaying how wanton you felt.
I ran my finger gently around your pussy lips, carefully avoiding entering you. I let my finger drift downward towards the bottom of your cunt, rubbing that area right between your pussy and anus. I noted that your juices had run copiously and down to your anus. Reaching down with both hands, I stretched both your pussy and anus, letting you know that I was admiring both holes at the same time.
I then announced to you, "God, I love looking at your pussy and anus, especially when you such hot slutty whore. Your juices are running down to the crack of your ass."
