Last Night in Vegas

What Happens in Vegas

"Last night in Vegas and I can't even go out," she thought to herself. She was tempted to hit the casino downstairs but her flight home the next day was early. And she knew if she left her hotel room, she would stay out too late. "Better just to stay in," she said aloud to nobody. Her roommate for the past 3 days had left that morning. So, after the day's seminars and a long dinner with the rest of her group, she returned to her 10

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floor room alone.

Dinner went long enough so that it was dark outside. She turned on the room lights and the TV and changed into her sleep clothes, a T shirt and old pair of sweat shorts. She walked over to the floor length windows to look at the city lights, only then realizing that she had gotten changed without closing the curtains. Anyone in the hotel across the street could have seen her. "What are the chances?" she thought. Then she saw him. Directly across from her room in the other hotel. Staring out of his window just like her with the curtains open and his lights on. He was wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt. And he appeared to be looking at her. "I wonder if he saw anything?" Then she realized he had his hand down the front of his shorts and his arm was moving. "I guess that answers that question," again aloud to no one. He looked to be young, younger than her, and from this distance he appeared to be in decent shape. Her first movement was to close the curtains. But then she stopped. "Last night in Vegas," she thought. "And just because I can't go out doesn't mean I can't have some fun."

She reached both hands into the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down over her hips and let them slide to the floor. The T-shirt covered just enough so she wasn't showing too much too soon. Now she wasn't wearing much more than him, standing by the glass in just her panties and T-shirt. She stared back at him and ran her hands up to her chest and over the thin material of the shirt, softly brushing against her nipples. She pinched them lightly and pulled on them until they were firm. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she thought. But she had no intention of stopping. What a way to end the trip. She closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of her hands on her breasts and when she opened them, she saw movement in the other window. Her admirer had pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. He was now naked. With his hand still moving up and down on his hard cock. "Impressive" she thought.

Well, if he's gonna go for it, so am I. Without taking her eyes off him, she pulled her shirt over her head and threw it onto the open suitcase on the table next to her. She continued to massage her breasts for another minute or two, enjoying both the feeling of her hands on her body and knowing the effect she was having on her admirer. Her hands felt so good she had to progress to the next step. So, with her left hand still on her breast, her right hand found its way to her panties.

"Now the show really begins," she thought. She began to lightly stroke between her legs over the material. Each stroke getting a bit firmer. It almost felt better being touched through the material than not. Almost. "One of us is still over-dressed," she thought. But just to add to the fun, she turned her back to the windows before she put both hands on her hips inside the waistband and slid the panties to the floor to join her shorts. She bent over at the waist to pick them up giving her admirer a full view of her backside. "No stopping now," she thought and turned to face him again. She parted her legs just a bit as her right hand descended to her sex. Sliding her middle finger through her pubic hair and between her lips, she could feel how wet she had become. Back and forth she slid her finger over her opening, occasionally dragging it up over her sensitive clit. All the while never taking her eyes off the room across the way. "God this is hot!" she said out aloud. She was pretty sure he agreed. His pace had increased and it looked like he was getting close to finishing. "C'mon, show me what you got boy," again aloud. And suddenly she got an idea. She remembered that her husband had stashed her small bullet vibrator in her toiletries bag. When she landed in Vegas 3 days ago, he told her where it was and dared her to use it during the trip. This was probably not what he had in mind, she thought, but a dare is a dare.

She reached into the suitcase next to her, pulled out the toy and twisted the lower half to bring it to life. With one hand against the windows, she touched the tip of the toy to her slick pussy. "Oh my god!" she said aloud. She wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the feeling vibrating in her special place. But instead she kept her eyes on him. His hand moving up and down on his erection. Hers moving back and forth between her legs. "I'm gonna....I'm gonna...aaaahhhh!" Just as she felt a warm explosion inside her own body, she watched as his body tensed and streams of fluid hit the glass in the room opposite hers.

When they both came down from their orgasms, she looked at him and waved. He waved back, turned out his light, and climbed into bed. She did the same, still holding the vibrator. "Might need this again in the morning," she thought. And drifted off to sleep.