My name is Sara, and I am twenty-six, single and work in marketing support from a high-tech computer company. I had to go to Las Vegas for a four-day trade show and at the end of the first day of standing in heels talking to customers for ten hours me feet and legs were killing me. One of our sales reps, an attractive brunette from Seattle asked me if I wanted to share a cab back to the hotel. We had struck up a good friendship during the day and I was happy to have her company. Her name was Laura and she appeared to be a year or two older than I was. During our brief lunch break together I found out that she was divorced and lived on her own. She had been with the company for three years and was very good at sales.
While working at the booth I caught myself admiring Laura's slim figure and her legs were long and she wore her skirt about mid-thigh. She got a lot of second glances from the men that wandered into our booth. Her eyes were a deep shade of emerald green and her dark walnut coloured hair flowed down below her shoulders. Between the two of us we seemed to spend more time turning down propositions for dinner that discussing computer technology. As the cab pulled up at the end of the day we got in and it pulled away from the convention centre and headed towards the Vegas strip.
"If I have one more guy hit on me today..." Laura began to say.
"Tell me about it" I said interrupting her.
"Is getting laid the only reason these guys come here?" Laura asked.
"I spend all my time fighting them off" Laura then added.
"I just want to get to my room and collapse as my feet are killing me" I now said to Laura.
"Oh, I feel the same honey" Laura said bringing her right leg up and taking her high heel off and rubbed her foot.
Her long legs parted, and her dress rode up her bare thigh.
I'd kill for those legs I thought realizing that I also saw a hint of her black panties. I was very proud of my legs but seeing hers made me determined to start working out again.
"I think I'll order room service, that way I don't even have to go out again" I then said trying not to be obvious that I was ogling her.
Laura caught me looking and smiled.
"Hey, I've got an idea...why don't we order room service together and we can get a bottle of wine and just relax, it will take our minds off the show" She then suggested to me.
"I love it" I said intrigued with the idea of spending the evening with this gorgeous woman who gave me a more that casual glimpse at what most of the men at the booth were dying to get at.
All the people from our company were staying on the same floor of the hotel so when Laura and I got off the elevator we found that our rooms were adjoining, and we started laughing.
"You didn't plan this did you?" She asked with a wink.
I wasn't sure what she meant but it did make for a very convenient evening.
"I'll meet you inside" I said as we unlocked our respective doors.
After I tossed my purse on the bed, I slipped my heels and pantyhose off, removed my earrings and bracelet and then went and opened the door between our rooms. Laura did the same on her side almost simultaneously and we both laughed again. I really liked the way she smiled as it made me feel warm and at ease.
"So what shall we have?" Laura asked as we sat side by side on the sofa and she placed her arm around my shoulders and leaned into me to study the menu that I held open in my lap.
She had applied a subtle perfume before she let me into her room, one that I didn't think she was wearing in the cab. Was it just to freshen up or was it meant for me...either way the delicate fragrance was enticing. After scanning the selection, we chose a couple of Italian dishes and a bottle of Chianti. While waiting for the food to arrive we relaxed and talked about the show, the company and life in general. I felt very comfortable with Laura, and I thought she did the same with me. She told me about her divorce and how she hadn't dated much since. While she spoke, she brought her leg up and rested her foot on the edge of the sofa and again I received an alluring view of the inside of her thighs and a hint of her crotch. I assumed she was just relaxing, and I tried not to stare as I gave her the rundown on all my failed romances too. I had to admit that I was intrigued with what secrets might lay hidden just out of view.
The food arrived and it was delicious, and the bottle of wine was quickly killed off, so we ordered a second one. I don't much and the alcohol went straight to my head. Judging from Laura's silly giggles it was also having the same effect on her too. Finally, we just sat there and stared out the window at the Vegas strip below.
