Tanya had picked Bob up at the airport as a favor for Marie, her girlfriend—also known as Bob's daughter. Tanya knew that Marie's lesbian lifestyle was a secret to Bob, and she felt okay about that. The only reason Bob didn't know was because he lived in California, and they lived in Vegas, and he'd only come for short trips. The women were openly gay in their normal lives (well, Marie was technically bi), but neither was prepared to settle down with each other just yet, so telling Bob about their relationship didn't seem so important.
Tanya kept up the charade of being nothing more than Marie's friend and roommate as they chatted, first on their way to Marie's 2-bedroom home, and then back to the infamous Las Vegas Strip where they were to meet Marie when she got off from a late night at work. It was the beginning of the Thanksgiving holiday, which was why Bob was here, and Marie was working extra long hours so she wouldn't have to worry about coming in over the long weekend.
Things were a little awkward at first, as even though Bob and Tanya had met on his visits more times then either could remember, they were rarely alone together. But Tanya was easy to get along with. She had a very pretty face that welcomed even strangers to become friends with her by just a glance. Playing host to her lover's unknowing dad might have sounded uncomfortable, but she eased into the role with no trouble.
Though Bob was having delightful conversation with Tanya first over dinner, and then as they walked throughout some of the casinos, he was even more pleased to be spending time with such an attractive young woman. Tanya was dark skinned like her Japanese mother, but her facial features seemed more Caucasian, like her American father. Her brown eyes were almost as dark as her long, black hair that could only have come from her mom. She was built big, but not fat, as she stood six-foot two with a body that filled out with a spectacular, firm ass, curvy hips, and hefty C-cups that most people would have guessed existed a little further down the alphabet because of their fullness. And she knew how to dress the wondrous body, too, with classy yet trendy clothes; her shirt backless, her jeans low cut, everything tight, but not revealing too much.
Bob knew it was wrong to think about Tanya this way for a number of reasons. Yes, he was 55 to her 28 years of age. And the creep factor was there for any father who looked too long at one of his daughter's friends. But the biggest reason was that Bob actually knew—or was 95% certain, anyway—that his daughter was sleeping with Tanya, and that Tanya was not likely the first woman that his precious little girl had been to bed with.
Still, he was imagining what Tanya might look like naked even as they talked about things as innocent and boring as their favorite channels to watch on cable.
They killed more time, and after Marie called to say she would be running even later than expected, Tanya suggested they go to a club for some dancing. Bob protested warmly, but inside he was happy for the distraction that a loud Vegas club would provide. It would get his mind off the things he knew shouldn't be there. Still, he had no intention whatsoever to dance.
They found a place on one of the casino's boardwalks where there was a big, round bar and a stage set up right out in the open, so there was no cover charge. This made Bob feel a little more comfortable, as there were still hordes of other tourists his age within sight as they walked by. Tanya took his hand and led him to the bar, where he bought drinks and watched her mingle with people she didn't even know. It wasn't that late, but this was Vegas, and so most people here were already pretty drunk and no longer timid around strangers. Bob soon discovered he was actually having quite a good time, and he was happy to find many other people his age or older doing the same.
A few drinks later, and Bob found himself being talked into dancing to the live band on the stage. It wasn't his music, and they weren't even on the dance floor, but Tanya insisted that he share in the enormous amount of fun she was obviously having. It had indeed been years, maybe a decade or more since Bob had danced, and it was to a much different kind of music than what was playing, but he submitted, making a fool of himself, secretly proud that all of these strangers were probably thinking what a lucky guy he was to have such a sexy, young, energetic woman like that. For a few minutes, he allowed himself to exist in that fantasy, and for a few minutes, everything was fine.
But then the band took a break, and the speakers blared music that Bob recognized as "bump and grind", or at least that's what he'd heard it called on the news. There were several younger women dancing with or around he and Tanya, and they all changed the way they moved when the new music came on. The dancing had gone from wild, nonsensical fun to very alluring, very seductive, rapid motions. The girls shook their hips in their tight clothes, rolled their exposed abs, and laughingly challenged each other to see who could shake their "booty" the fastest.
Bob felt as if a door with his name on it had opened up in Hell when it was Tanya's turn. She backed up to him, laughing and having a ball, and shook and gyrated and grinded her ass against his crotch. She wasn't pornographic about it, but she wasn't being G-rated either. A better man dancing with his daughter's friend this way would have been uncomfortable, but not nearly as uncomfortable as Bob was, because he was harboring such forbidden attraction to her. A better man would have walked away. But Bob didn't have the willpower to back off, even as he felt his dick swelling in his pants.
