This is the story of an adventure my wife and I shared. Since she was a little embarrassed to write about it, I chose to write from my perspective in the first person. I wrote about her perspective in the third person based on my observations and what she later related to me. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed experiencing it. It actually led to other encounters, which I will write about at a later date.
We were back in Tahoe. Marie was lying in bed, thinking about yesterday. She and I had arrived the previous afternoon. We had been quiet for the last hour or so of our trip in the car. But it wasn't a bad quiet. We had both been thinking about and looking forward to "picking each other up", the game we had played in Las Vegas. No sooner had we got to our room than I headed down to the casino to wait for her.
Marie changed quickly as she knew exactly what she was going to wear. She put on a light yellow, spaghetti string top without a bra. Her nipples poked out slightly in this top even when they weren't erect. Right now they were. She quickly removed her pants and panties and slipped into a very short black skirt that she had bought just for this occasion. She had felt excited for some time but she was still always surprised at how wet she got when they played this game. She dabbed on some perfume that Don really liked.
As she slipped on a pair of sandals, she glanced at herself in the mirror. There was a time when she would have been concerned with what other people thought. But over time Don had convinced her to consider how he would feel when he saw her, and of course, how she felt about herself. They had both been shaping up over the last year or two and she had to admit, she looked pretty good. Certainly good enough to go out in that short skirt. But at the last minute she grabbed a button down blouse, left it open, and pulled it over her shoulders. As she left the room, she felt a little self-conscious. Yes, she had convinced herself she looked good, but out in public she had to keep reminding herself.
As she approached the elevator, she noticed a young, cute guy waiting. She took a deep breath, looked directly at him and smiled. He smiled back. As they waited for the elevator, he didn't realize it but Marie could see him in one of the mirrors in the hallway. He was definitely looking at her legs and ass. As the elevator doors opened, she noticed a couple about her age already on board. The man glanced at her chest. As she boarded, she pulled her blouse over her breasts. She had learned from Don that men always checked out women and that she shouldn't be offended. And while she still wasn't completely used to men checking her out, she had learned to accept it and usually liked the attention. Actually, these two men had given her confidence in what she was wearing.
She walked into the casino proud of the way she looked. She began to walk around the casino, going from bar to bar, looking for Don. After checking out every bar, she still hadn't spotted him. Marie was by now wet with anticipation. She wanted to find Don and play their game, but she had to admit, she was enjoying all the appreciative glances and smiles she was getting as she strolled around the casino. She couldn't recall how many men she had smiled at, but it was quite a few. And there was something about walking around without panties. It was partially an actual physical feeling of being naked and partly a mental feeling, realizing her pussy was almost exposed to all these men. She could feel her confidence building as she realized that she actually was an attractive, sexy woman.
By now she was getting warm and decided to have a drink. At the next bar she came to, she found an empty bar stool, climbed carefully up, and sat down. This was the first time she had sat down in that skirt and was a little surprised at how high it rode up. It covered everything, but she would have to be careful how she moved. As she swiveled her chair to view the casino, she let her blouse fall open. There was still no sign of Don. But there were a lot of mirrors. She could see two different men looking her over. She laughed silently to herself as she thought that if Don didn't show up soon she might have to ride one of these cowboys.
As she turned back to the bar, she was surprised to see that the seat next to her was now occupied.
The man looked into her eyes, smiled, and said, "Hello".
Marie returned the smile and the greeting. They made small talk for a while, lightly touching each other from time to time. Soon they were facing each other, in their own little world. The heat, mostly from within, and the wine were taking their toll on Marie. She had seen him taking quick glances at her tits, so she made sure her blouse was fully open. She couldn't help but notice him occasionally looking down at her legs. This only added to her wetness. She was more than ready. When he glanced down at her legs again, she simply uncrossed and crossed her legs. But she did it slowly and spread her legs a little farther than necessary. She stared at his eyes the whole time. She saw his eyes grow and realized she had exposed herself perfectly.
Suddenly he grabbed her hand and said, "Come on!"
Marie was caught off guard at first, but went along willingly. After all, she was so wet she was about to start dripping on the chair. Without speaking, they headed to the elevators, Marie holding his hand and walking quickly to keep up. As they got on the elevator, they were alone. As soon as the doors closed they embraced and kissed each other passionately, their tongues thrusting against each other. He surprised her as his hand was suddenly under her dress, rubbing her juices over her lips.
"You're so wet!" he exclaimed.
