Sherri rolled away from me, and I gently rubbed her shoulders and back, "C'mon, babe. Get in the shower and we can head down to the pool. We'll get some breakfast and coffee and you'll feel better. Besides, we can always nap in the sun or inside the cabana for a bit."
She begrudgingly pushed me aside and sat up in the bed. We shifted so that her back was against me and I wrapped my arms around her naked torso. I moved her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck.
"Thank you for everything last night" I said. "You were amazing."
Sherri guided my hands up to her tits and let me caress them as she responded, "Don't thank me, babe. It was fun for me, too, but I'm not sure my body could take doing that very often. I didn't quite think out the toll all these 'gifts' were gonna take on me."
She must have felt me tense a bit, wondering if the night before would change her plans for the rest of the weekend. "But don't worry. Let me relax today and I think you'll be happy with tonight's surprise."
With that, she got her feet under her and stood up to head toward the bathroom. I watched her streaked ass move and sway as she walked away, then I saw the light turn on and heard her mutter, "Holy fuck. I'm a mess" when she saw her reflection in the mirror. While she showered, I cleaned up the room and hid away the toys and lubes from the night before. I threw on some board shorts and t-shirt and put together a bag with sunscreen, chargers, our books and everything we would need for a day by the pool.
Sherri eventually emerged, with a towel wrapped around her and rummaged through one of the dresser drawers and grabbed her bikini. She went back into the bathroom for a few minutes when I heard her exclaim, "I'm gonna kill you!"
I looked up as she slid the bathroom door open to reveal her attire for the day. Sherri was built like a runway model with long, toned legs, a tight, flat stomach and small breasts. Her long blond hair was still wet and hung down to her mid-back. She had put on a new bikini that consisted of two triangles that covered her perky breasts and lifted them giving her a bit of cleavage . It was a tied-dye pattern that started in a light blue at the bottom of her tits and slowly transitioned to yellow then pink at the top of the triangles. A single strap wrapped behind her neck to hold it in place. The bottoms were the same pattern with strings that were tied on both of her hips.
"What's the problem?" I asked. "You look amazing!"
"This" she said, turning around, "Is the problem." When she turned, I saw that her bottoms left a lot of her cheeks exposed. While not a thong, they were cut high on her ass which exposed a lot of skin. What I also noticed were the red streaks that were now visible with her lack of coverage. While we used a fun, nylon flogger as part of our games, it still had left some evidence of its use. The red streaks were scattered across both of her exposed cheeks and extended to her upper thighs.
"Fuck. I'm sorry, babe. Do they hurt, too?" I asked.
"No" she answered. "My cooch is a bit sore, but that's as much from getting waxed yesterday as your banging away at it last night. But I can't walk around with streaks on my ass! People are going to see them and think I'm a freak or that you beat me or something!"
"Babe" I chuckled. "A few things. We fooled around in front of open windows two nights ago, so you can't be shy now. Plus, nobody is gonna care. And if they do notice, so what? We're never going to see any of these people again. This is Vegas, I'm willing to bet half the people staying here played similar games or worse last night."
"That's easy for you to say. You're not marked like a woman from the Scarlet Letter! I have to wear a wrap through the hotel and to the pool anyway, so I can keep my ass covered. I'll just have to lay on my back or put a towel over my ass all day. Which isn't going to do much for my tanlines!"
She then slid the door closed with a frustrated bang. While I figured that her reaction was part embarrassment and part hangover, I was slightly worried about what her mood would be for the rest of the day.
By the time we made it down to the pool, it was almost 11:00. Sherri was still being quieter than usual and seemed to be constantly adjusting her cover-up. We got to the pool, checked in and were shown to our cabana, one of about 20 private cabanas spaced around the pool. In front, out in the sun, were four lounge chairs with towels and pillows that were pushed nearly to the edge of the pool. Behind those, was a large canvas cabana with more lounge chairs, a small table for four, a refrigerator, sofa and a TV attached to the wall. The front of the cabana was tied back allowing us to pass from inside to outside easily.
We then met Kyra, our cabana attendant for the day. Kyra was an attractive brunette in her mid-twenties. She was wearing a small wrap skirt and ruffled bikini top with a pair of white sneakers. No matter where you were in Vegas, the hotels always made sure that there was an element of sexiness around you and Kyra was the perfect combination of pretty, sexy and pleasant. She gave us a quick tour of the cabana and told us that anything we needed, to just ask her and she would take care of it.
The first order of business was to order some breakfast and coffee and have it brought to the cabana. We also decided that the "hair of the dog" would be a good plan, so we ordered a pair of bloody marys. While Kyra placed our order, Sherri and I got settled in. We arranged ourselves on the outside chairs in the warm Vegas sun. I noticed that Sherri had taken her wrap off her torso to lay down, but left it tied around her waist.
"Hon" I started. "You don't have to leave that on all day. Nobody is going to notice the lines on your ass." Sherri just looked over the rims of her sunglasses and didn't reply to my comment.
Shortly after, Kyra arrived with our food and coffee and asked if we wanted it placed on the table in the shady cabana. We both stood up to move inside and Sherri fought with her wrap in an attempt to retie it on her hips. Fatigue and a lack of coffee made her coordination suffer, and with a frustrated "fuck this" she pulled it off and tossed in on the chair, walking inside with just her bikini on. Once again, my eyes followed her ass and I was sure that I caught Kyra sneaking a glance, as well.
Before she left, Kyra gave us on more tip, "If you decide to want to relax or just want privacy, let me know. We can close the curtains and put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign outside. We know most of our guests like a nap out of the sun sometimes, so we completely understand."
Sherri and I ate, drank, and settled into our sunny chairs. We were feeling better, and Sherri admitted that she was probably a bit grumpy to start the day. Once she had some food, coffee, and spirits in her, she became more comfortable with her outfit and surroundings. We sat out for about an hour and then decided to take a dip in the pool where we swam and splashed. There was a myriad of couples gathered in various parts of the pool while others drank and partied on the perimeter. Eventually, I cradled Sherri in my arms, and she wrapped her legs around me, the buoyancy of the water making her easy to hold. I backed myself up against the edge and pulled her closer as we kissed. I felt myself getting harder as my cock was only separated from her bare pussy by the thin layers of our swimsuits. Sherri could obviously feel my erection as she started to bob up and down, grinding herself against me.
My hands migrated down to her ass, and I squeezed it pulling her closer against my crotch. Sherri shifted slightly and used the weightlessness of the water to grind against me harder. Her head was next to mine, and I could feel her breath coming faster. I looked over her shoulder to see if anyone around was taking notice of our activities, but to my relief, nobody seemed to be giving us a second glance.
My dick was fully hard and I was trying to think if there was a way I could slip out of my shorts and into Sherri.
"You better stop" I warned.
