I love Las Vegas. From the moment you step off the plane, the place oozes sex. The billboards at the airport; the street vendors for the all-nude nightclubs; the cocktail waitresses in the casinos; the tourists around the pool—if you aren't horny when you arrive, you will be soon.
I was there for a convention. It wasn't my first visit, so I pretty much knew what I wanted to see and do. Actually, this visit I was going to be happy just to sit in the sun a little and relax. If I won a little money, that was a bonus.
I'm 29, six feet tall and weigh about 180, depending on how many buffets I visit that day. I'm just an average looking guy who doesn't expect to sit at the pool and have young women standing in line to have sex with me. One would do right now.
After checking in and losing my first $20 at the slots, I decided to start on my tan. I put on a pair of old, baggy trunks and a tank top, grabbed my CD player and headed for the pool. It was early enough in the day, yet, that about half the lounge chairs were still available. I took one fairly close to the bar and settled in.
Soon, a young waitress in a bright bikini top and short wrap around skirt took my order and returned a minute later with my beer. A quick look around the pool revealed the normal crowd: a few retirees; a lot of middle-aged couples, some with kids; and, a handful of younger adults, sitting mostly in pairs or small groups of the same sex. I picked out the three or four females I would want to watch more closely and put on a CD.
The sun, music and beer combined to put me asleep within about ten minutes. When I awoke to silence, I automatically reached over next to my recliner for the CD player, eyes still closed. My hand hit the top of the beer bottle and I quickly opened my eyes and looked to see if I had caught it in time before spilling the entire contents.
"Good catch," I heard a voice say.
In the next lounge chair sat a girl in her early twenties with sunglasses on, a book in one hand and a colorful drink in the other.
"Thanks," I said, assured the bottle wasn't going anywhere. Now that I was fully awake, my mind was able to focus on the golden brown body ten feet to my right. The long legs, hips, waist and arms shimmered with tanning lotion. Contrasted against the dark body was a two-piece light blue bathing suit.
"I ruin more CDs that way," I said, taking off the headphones and laying them next to the player.
"I use it as an excuse for finishing my drink quicker," she said smiling. "Don't want to spill it."
"But if I knock my beer over the waitress babe has to come back," I replied.
"Oh, of course. Should have thought of that," she said. "Should I kick it over next time?"
"Please do," I said.
She was reclining half way back in her chair, the book at her side, giving me a clear view of the adequate breasts under her top. Her stomach was flat and her legs long and lean.
She smiled at me and went back to reading. I pulled the back of my chair up so I was sitting a little more upright, mainly so I could re-check the crowd. Fortunately, my bikini-clad females were still around, some in the pool, some seated.
Soon after finishing the lukewarm beer, the waitress appeared as if on cue. She deposited refills for myself and the girl next to me.
"You happy now?" the girl asked, watching me watch the waitress walk away.
"Don't you love this place?" I asked in return.
She frowned. "So, where are the guys in thongs serving drinks?"
"Yeah, right. Keep dreaming."
She read again and I watched more people come and go. Eventually, the girl took off her sunglasses, walked to the pool and dove in. A few laps later, she climbed out gracefully and grabbed a towel on her chair. I watched her dry off, not meaning to stare but unable to look away.
"You by yourself?" she asked, drying her shoulder length hair.
"Yeah. Here for a conference. How about you?"
"I brought my parents. Kind of a thank-you for putting me through college," she said.
"That's cool."
"I haven't seen them much in the two days we've been here. It's great."
I smiled knowingly. Vacations with relatives can become disasters very easily. Again, I was staring at the tall girl, her small ass in silhouette, her green eyes and dark blonde hair.
She bent over and placed her stuff in a small beach bag. I was expecting the best part of my afternoon to walk away in a moment. However, her next question stunned me with its suddenness and genuineness.
"Want to get something to eat in a little bit?"
"Ah, sure. I'd love to," I tried to say as calmly as possible. "I didn't bring a suit. Can we make it casual?"
"That's fine with me. I'm in room 810. How about…," she looked at her watch, "five o'clock."
"Five it is. Room 810."
"See ya then," she said with a smile, and walked away.
I watched her until she disappeared inside the hotel. What just happened?, I thought to myself. Whatever it was, I liked it and my cock liked it.
I left my room at five and headed to room 810, not yet knowing the name of a cute girl I was having dinner with. It didn't matter. The door opened shortly after I knocked and my new acquaintance invited me in.
She wore a lightweight, short red dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. It clung to her body in all the appropriate places.
"It never struck me until I left today that I never introduced myself," she said sticking out her hand. "I'm Julie."
"Hi. I'm John." The feel of her hand in mine did nothing to ease the sexual tension I felt around her. And the little dress didn't help, either.
