Setting down her phone and kicking off her shoes she pours herself a drink from the hotel room bar. Slipping out of her leggings, she begin to relax after the long flight and all the mornings excitement. The soft carpet feels comfortable on her bare feet. She walks to the balcony glass door and opens it wide. The warm Las Vegas sun pours over her body. She feels the hot desert air envelop her. She steps out onto the balcony. 21 floors up overlooking the casino hotel pool. The DJ's music pulsates as she scans all the bodies enjoying the sun as well. The soft breeze blows through her loose knit sweater top. It feels so good on her Vitamin D-neglected, Minnesota skin.
Off comes the sweater top, tossing it on the patio chaisé lounge, now only in her black, lace panties. Not completely hidden on the open balcony, but too far from prying eyes to be recognized. She figures if someone spotted her standing almost nude out on the balcony.
"So what? It's Vegas! Let them look."
Walking back inside for a refill on her drink she grabs her pack of "Vegas smokes" and lights one up out on the balcony. She feels somewhat naughty smoking a cigarette in her panties out on the open balcony. Enjoying that feeling, another thought crosses her mind. No one will recognize me if I... and with that thought, she slip her panties off. Now totally nude. Drink in one hand, cigarette in the other, stretching her arms out wide almost in a "Look at me!!" pose, a big grin appears on her lips!
That warm fire is still burning, on low right now but beginning to grow again as she think of her Hubby's texts and the possibilities of how much more trouble bad wifey can get away with this weekend. The desire growing in her core begins to spread through the rest of her body. She absorbs the sun and feels the breeze caressing her skin. She finishes her cigarette, pulling in the smoke, feel it fill her lungs and exhales. Closing her eyes. It's almost as if the sweet tobacco, nicotine buzz and alcohol mix possess her. Like a switch, she clicks fully into her naughty alter ego, bad wifey and open her eyes.
"Ahhh Vegas, how I've missed you."
Her dark inner voice taking over. Finishing her drink, refueling her, she returns to the room for another. Just then there is a loud knock at the door that startles her.
"Guest Services!" The voice at the door bellows. Collecting herself, she stammer out "Just a second, please!" Her mind a little numb from the vodka she gulped, she grabs the white hotel robe and hastily throws it around her before answering the door.
The guest services gentleman's eyes pop open as he sees her standing at the door in her robe. It barely covers the bottom her ass, too late to worry about that now. His eyes quickly shoot from her legs to her slightly open cleavage, finally to her eyes.
"H-Hello Ma'am, I have a package for you. And a bottle of champagne. Would you like me to open it?"
Regaining her composure, she answers.
"Ohhh yes please, that would be lovely! Come in, you can set the package here!" Pointing to the bed as she walks to get the ice bucket. She bends slightly, stretching across the room bar. Her robe slips up exposing the bottom of her cheeks to the young man. In her haste to cover up with the robe, she didn't tie her belt very well, her reach also causes her robe to slightly open, allowing even more cleavage to show. She catches herself in the reflection of the bar mirror. Cleavage would be a modest word to describe the amount of breasts now showing.
What happens in Vegas... her inner voice mimics the commercials she sees on tv for Las Vegas. She spin around with the bucket and the robe bellowing open. His eyes lock onto her breasts.
"Will you be so kind as to get some ice for me before you pour? I'm not dressed to go out of the room."
"Yes ma'am!" And he quickly moves out of the room, down the hall to the ice machine.
Let's start to have some fun. Her inner voice commands. She unties the belt on the robe and let it open freely. Still covering her nipples, but exposing her freshly brazilian waxed pussy, growing wet with that burning desire she felt earlier on the plane. He returns and finds her standing by the balcony door, still open and the breeze fluttering her open robe like the wings of a dove.
"I...Ice ma'am?"
"Perfect. Can you bring me a glass?"
He pours the glass, quite steadily for pouring while a almost naked woman stands before him.
"I'll take it out here on the balcony." And she walks outside hoping he follows. She pulls a cigarette out and places it in between her lips.
"Light?" She's just playing with him now.
The wind blows her robe open. Her breast rise with each breath, heavy with excitement. He walks toward her with the champagne, hands her the glass and takes the lighter from her hand. He's inches away, but very composed. He flicks the lighter and she leans in lighting her smoke.
"Would you like one?"
"Sure, if you don't tell." He smiles and pulls one out for himself and lights it. His eyes take her in. Up and down. She feel his attention and it feeds that fire between her legs. She inhales the sweet smoke, it buzzes in her head. Sipping the cold champagne, it chills her lips and the tiny bubbles tickle her tongue.
"Would you have a drink with me too?"
"Yes, I could use one." He grins.
"Don't worry. My lips are sealed." She take the bottle from his hands and walk to the room for another glass. Returning, she watches his eyes explore her body, never looking away. The wind blows the silky robe open and off her shoulders just as she pour his drink. He takes the glass and sips, still taking in her naked beauty.
"Mmmmmmm it feels so wonderful out here, doesn't it?" She tips her head up to the sun feeling it on her skin again. He's quiet, says little verbally, but his eyes tell her all she need to know. His uniform pants are tight and she can just make out the outline of his growing erection. It reminds her of the bulge of the man on the plane. And how she wished to feel it in her hands. In her mouth.
She thinks of her hubby's words before she left for the airport this morning,
"I want you to enjoy herself, have fun and try some new things." His voice echos in her head.
Looking at the shy, young hotel attendant. A funny pang of guilt mixed with excitement shoots through her head at the thought of twisting her husband's words. I want to try this new thing. The voice in her head whispers. Just a taste.
They finish their cigarettes in silence, just enjoying the views. The young man breaks the silence.
"I should be getting back, Ma'am. They'll be looking for me. Thank you for the drink. Is there anything else I can get you before I go?"
"Please, let me get my purse for your gratuity. I'll be right back." She walks to the room and spots her purse on the floor by the bed. Without hesitation she bends over straight legged so that the small robe lifts over her ass, giving the young man a full shot of her glistening pussy. She dig through her purse, moving her ass softly up and down, side to side, letting him see her sex, wet with excitement.
"Ohh fuck... I don't have any cash on me."
"Thats really okay, Ma'am. Don't worry about it. I think you gave me plenty." He smiles.
"Nonsense, there must be something I can do to show my gratitude! She says playfully as she walk to him.
