We had just arrived in Vegas and arrived at our hotel. Our room was not quite ready so we went to one of the resort restaurants for lunch and some drinks, which had me quickly feeling carefree, forgetting the stress of work and life back home. Jake paid the bill and we were then able to check into our room, where we unpacked and got changed for the pool.
"What swimsuit do you want me to wear?" I asked him.
"Any of the new ones we bought for you," he suggested.
During our last Vegas trip, I had noticed many girls at the pool were wearing skimpy thongs and some were even topless. I didn't want to be outdone this time, so I had told Jake that he could help me pick out some sexier swimwear ahead of this trip. Through some internet searches, we stumbled upon a brand called Wicked Weasel that sells scandalous micro and sheer bikinis, and we made it into a fun activity for us to pick some together. It was like foreplay for vacation. Now was the moment I would actually be wearing them and I was a little nervous but also excited.
I picked through my suitcase and chose a light turquoise bikini with a simple triangle top and a thong bottom. I put it on and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. The color looked good against my tanned skin, although it was unlined and slightly sheer on top. My legs and butt looked great, so I was happy with that and decided to wear it with confidence. I put on a white mesh dress as a cover up.
Once we arrived at the pool, we grabbed towels and found some chairs. It was hot so we immediately got in the water. Jake ordered us some mojitos and we found a place to stand in the pool and enjoy our drinks.
I dipped down to get my body wet and cool off. As I stood back up and my chest came out of the water, I looked down to see my top had gone from being slightly sheer to completely transparent. I almost panicked, but then I reminded myself there were two girls nearby who were fully topless, so by comparison, I was still somewhat covered.
The pool started to fill up with people arriving to nurse their hangovers from the night before. A group of guys next to us turned and started making conversation. One of the guys explained to Jake that they were in town for a bachelor party and they had a cabana with bottle service. As they were talking, the guy closest to me turned to introduce himself.
"Hi, I'm Ryan," he said, holding out his hand to shake mine.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Emily."
Ryan was about 30 years old, roughly Jake's height, and in great physical condition. His arms and chest were toned and he had an incredible six pack. I could tell he works out a lot. He had a great smile and a handsome face.
He was friendly and it was easy to make conversation with him. I occasionally noticed him sneaking peeks down at my boobs, still on full display through the sheerness of suit. At one point, his gaze lingered a little too long and he looked up to meet my eyes and realized he had been caught. An embarrassed grin washed over his face.
"Sorry," he said. "I wasn't trying to... you know. That's just a great swimsuit you have."
"It's okay, you don't have to be sorry," I assured him. "It wouldn't be very fair for me to stand here talking to you like this and expect you not to look."
"How does your husband feel about that?"
"Oh, he loves it. He's always encouraging me to show more skin and he's not the jealous type."
"Well, he's a lucky to have you." I could see Ryan felt at ease again.
"Thanks, he's good to me." I glanced over at Jake who was in the middle of conversation with one of the other guys from the bachelor party.
My drink was empty and Ryan asked if I wanted a refill from their cabana. "Sure, but I should probably grab Jake one as well if that's okay?"
"Yeah, of course," Ryan responded.
I reached over to get Jake's cup and told him I was getting him a new drink. "Thanks babe, you're the best," he said. He kissed my cheek and pinched my butt under the water as I waded away towards the pool steps.
I followed Ryan up the steps and out of the water towards their cabana. I looked down to see my wet suit clinging to my body, leaving little to the imagination on the top or the bottom. If Jake wanted me on display, he certainly got it today.
At the cabana, there were a few more guys hanging out with a couple of girls. The girls were wearing thong bottoms and pasties. Ryan explained to me they were strippers hired for the bachelor party for the weekend.
The other guys briefly said hi to me and pointed me in the direction of their booze supply. I made a vodka soda for myself and one for Jake. Ryan refilled his own drink and we headed back to the pool.
We continued to hang out in the pool and spent most of the time talking to the same group of guys about various things. At one point, I was sitting on Jake's leg and I could feel his hand stroking along my ass under the water, dangerously close to my pussy. He gave slight brushes near it but never actually rubbed it. He was teasing me and I knew it, but it felt nice combined with my late afternoon buzz.
Eventually it was time to head up to the room and rest before dinner. We said our goodbyes to our new friends. "It was great talking with you," Ryan said. "Hopefully we'll see you guys around some more."
"Same, and maybe we will," I replied, then we walked off to our chairs to get our towels and other things.
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After resting for a bit, we showered to get ready for dinner. Jake had picked me out a black dress that was split down the front, backless, and tight on the bottom. It had a slit up one side that went nearly to my waist, which meant that I wouldn't be wearing panties tonight.
Jake dressed in a nice pair of pants and a button-down shirt with a sport jacket over it. I must admit, he looked quite handsome. We had a nice dinner at Lakeside and split a bottle of wine.
After dinner we walked around the casino a bit before landing at a craps table. Jake wanted me to play while he stood back and watched, which was a nice change of pace. When it was my turn to throw the dice, I noticed that my split front dress popped open as I leaned over the table. I was quite sure the guys next to me had a good look at my boobs each time I picked up the dice.
I had a good run and the guys next to me cheered me on and gave me a few black chips as tips. When it was finished, I cashed out about $1000 up from where I started.
"We should let you shoot every time," Jake said.
"No kidding," I responded. "But I think my boobs won me a little bit of this."
"Well, that's better than I can ever do."
There was a dance club in the hotel that had a popular DJ playing that night and we decided to go see the show. Once inside the club, we walked up the stairs, and looked out onto the dance floor. The place was packed with people, hot girls in tiny dresses and handsome men in their club attire. We worked our way to the bar where Jake ordered us a round of vodka sodas.
We then made our way onto the dance floor amid the other people packed in for the show. I wanted to have a good view from the middle so I pulled Jake along. He typically doesn't like being squeezed into the crowd but I knew he was horny for me and would go along with whatever pleased me.
We stood for a bit and listened to the house music, until finally the lighting dimmed and the music faded low as the DJ took the stage. The music blared and gold confetti exploded into the air. Everyone on the dance floor started jumping and dancing, hands in the air. It was a good thing our drinks were empty because they would've spilled everywhere.
As the music played, Jake danced behind me. His hands were running up and down the side of my body from my hips to the edges of my boobs. I could feel the back of my dress riding up a little bit and my ass hanging out but people were packed in tightly and I doubt anyone noticed.
After I few songs, I turned to Jake and asked him to get us some new drinks. "I'll stay here and hold our place."
He fought his way off through the crowd and I continued to watch the music. A few minutes later I felt a hand on the upper part of my hip, but it seemed a little fast for Jake to already be back with the drinks. I turned and saw Ryan standing behind me.
"Hey, I didn't mean to surprise you. Just saw you standing over here and wanted to say hi." He leaned in to give me a hug and I felt his hand against the lower part of my back, brushing close to the top of my ass.
"That's okay, good to see you," I shouted over the music. "Where are your friends?"
He pointed towards the back of the club. "We have a table over there."
Ryan started dancing behind me and I could feel his body bumping against my backside. At first I was a little nervous, dancing with him, wondering when Jake would be back. Then the beat of the music intensified and I felt him push harder against me.