Thank you @Kenjisato
The four young women were ushered to the chairs, near the pool, by the cabana boy: walking past a cabana of shirtless finance bros pounding their chests and a magnum bottle of Grey Goose. Before the women had a chance to lay out in their chairs, the men approached them with an invitation to come hang in the cabana. In typical hot-New York-girl fashion, they declined their initial catcalling in lieu of relaxing in the scorching Vegas sun.
Lisa, Gina, Denise, and Marie were an absolute smoke show, and at twenty-two, were in the prime of the hot girl summer. With their boyfriends three thousand miles away, they were about to do whatever the fuck they wanted, and with whoever the fuck the wanted to.
Lisa stood five foot, 103 pounds, dirty-blonde hair, pink full lips, the realest fake tits on the Vegas Strip. Her thong stretched perfectly over her fat ass, where perfectly positioned was a first-class tramp stamp. When she flipped over on her back, you could see her nipples piercing through the cheetah bikini top.
Gina stood at five-foot-ten, with big old titties and a fat ass. Denise was rail thin, with perky little tits and an extremely tight ass. Marie was the thickest of the bunch, and a total size-queen. She needed a man with a girthy cock to get past that big ass of her.
"Excuse me, I'd like to apologize for the catcalling. We're out here celebrating our friend's recent divorce, so he's been a bit out of control. I'd like to buy you a round of drinks for your troubles, if that would be all right with you?" The handsome stud leaned down, making direct eye contact with Lisa.
"You don't seem like much trouble at all, but sure, we're drinking margaritas, but only if you join us for one," answered Lisa.
"Twist my rubber arm. What's your name?" asked the stud.
"I'd like to twist something else," chuckled Gina under her breath, as the women laughed.
"I'm Lisa, nice to meet you."
"I'm Dan, and the pleasure is all mine."
His two friends, Jimmy and Steven, walked over to the women to introduce themselves, and join the conversation.
At this point, Lisa's breasts were perfectly glistening in the Vegas sun. The refreshing drinks beaded on her chest, and dripped down over her tight little stomach. She sipped her margarita, relaxed in the sun, and would casually look back towards the cabana to check out Dan and his rowdy Wall Street bros. After flipping over onto her chest, she untied her bikini to avoid getting lines on her back.
Dan sent her over a full pitcher of margaritas and sangria, and was then standing above her, blocking the sun.
"You're too big of a boy to be standing there and blocking my sun," Lisa chided Dan.
"Indeed, I noticed you haven't applied any sunscreen in a while. You really need to be careful not to burn up out here. Maybe your friends can take care of that when they get out of the pool."
"Since you've been monitoring my sunscreen usage, why don't you go ahead and help me out."
He rubbed the small of her back, slowly up along her sides, sensually covering her body with the lotion, making sure to get just close enough to all of her important parts, and down her legs.
"I like your tattoos, I counted four."
"There is one more hidden, not to be seen by prying eyes." Lisa continued, "I like your tattoo sleeve, do you have any more?"
"No more for me now."
She rolled over, carefully, making sure her top revealed just enough, but not the whole show. "You can finish me off now, thanks."
"My pleasure, you should be all set now. We have a private pool and restroom in our cabana, if you want to take a dip or need to powder your nose."
"That's good to know, but unfortunately I didn't bring any powder."
"We have plenty to share," Dan offered, then smiling, "if you find yourself in a pinch."
"Well, good to know. We will pop over in a bit to say hello. Thanks again for applying the sun block."
The girls came back from powdering their noses in the room, and were then much more vocal with the cabana bros, as they jumped into and hopped around the main pool.
Later that night, they ran into the guys at a club.
Dancing with Dan and Mike, Lisa ground up against the two men on the dance floor, feeling both of their cocks growing, pushing her back and forth as her pussy dripped its juices down her tanned legs and onto the floor.
"Wow, you guys are too much!" Then trying to wipe herself, she asked, "Excuse me while I go use the bathroom."
"Don't wait on that line, tell your friends to follow us," instructed Dan. "We are friends with the owner and have a suite with private bathroom access."
"Sounds good."
Dan grabbed her tiny hand and led her through the crowded floor to the elevators. Denise and Mike were all over each other, while Marie and Gina went along with the flow.
After the bathroom door shut, he slid his strong hands under her dress, cupping her ass, lifting her up onto the sink. Passionately tasting her lips and caressing her neck, and gently pulling on her hair, he whispered, "You're the baddest bitch in this entire place."
--knock, knock--
There was a knock at the door.
"Excuse me, I gotta pee bad," said Mike, as he pushed his way into the bathroom to take a piss.
"Cmon, bro!" Dan exclaimed.
The sound of Mike's zipper rang out, and he let his flaccid cock drop and began to piss like a racehorse. It sounded like a monsoon hitting the ocean. Jokingly, he turned to the side to continue peeing, and motioned to the couple.
"This fucking guy loves to show off his cock," Dan sighed.
"Here we go, Danny, count it down, you know it," Mike laughed.
"Oh my god, holy shit, it's huge!" Her pussy pulsed even harder.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six-five-four-three-two..." Dan counted down.
"Beat the buzzer on three! Sorry, I'm usually very shy," Mike boasted.
