Angie checked her appearance carefully in the full-length mirror in the lavish hotel room. She smiled in satisfaction. She thought the silver dress was absolutely perfect. She wasn't wearing any panties or bra under it because that would spoil the look. The metallic material shimmered over her body as she moved. Its tightness outlined her ample breasts, and the lush curves of her waist and hips. She adjusted the tops of her stockings on her thighs.
Smoothing the skirt, she slipped her feet into her matching stiletto heels. A final touch at her long auburn curls, and she was ready. She put the magnetic keycard into her handbag, and exited the hotel room. When the elevator door opened, depositing her on the ground floor of the casino, she smiled as the sound of gambling reached her. She knew Las Vegas was going to be her kind of town. A twenty-four hour town was just right for her, and a party town on top of it. It seemed like everywhere she looked that people were partying and having fun. Just what she liked.
While she waited for her car at the valet, she was pleased to note all the admiring gazes she was attracting. From both men and women. She pretended nonchalance, smoothing her skirt, and touching her hair. The valet held her door for her to get in her car, and she carelessly allowed her skirt to ride up her thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings. She didn't bother to adjust it, just allowed him to look his fill at her smooth skin. The drive to the dance club didn't take her long. She had learned from the bellhop at her hotel that it was the best country dancehall in Las Vegas, outside of the casinos. Most dancehalls were located inside the casinos, but she didn't want that. She wanted to go somewhere where she would meet more local people than tourists. She wanted to meet some hot men, and see how Las Vegas partied on it's own turf, not in the glitz and glamour provided for tourists.
Angie parked her car and strolled to the entrance. Two big muscular bouncers were standing at the front door, checking identification of the people going in. She watched in amusement as they confiscated the fake identification of a couple of teenage girls. The girls were turned away. Then it was her turn. She handed her California drivers license to the huge man on the right, who couldn't take his eyes off her cleavage long enough to give it more than a cursory glance. She smiled when he told her he would be inside in a couple of hours, and asked her to save a dance for him. He watched her ass sway as she walked into the club.
Angie found a vacant barstool between two handsome men, and ordered a tequila sunrise from the bartender. She sipped her drink and looked around. The man on her right struck up a conversation with her right away, using unimaginative lines like "do you come here often?" She was bored with him even before his girlfriend walked up with a hurt expression on her face. The man on her left never even looked at her. She knew why when another man walked up behind him and put his arm around him. She decided to find a new place to sit.
There were no more empty barstools, so she began to walk toward the small tables placed on the outskirts of the dance floor. She smiled at the whistles and catcalls that followed her. She sat at an empty table and sipped her drink.
Her searching eyes finally found what she was looking for in the form of a tall, blond muscular man dancing a line dance. He didn't appear to be with any woman, but she watched a while to make sure. Her eyes traveled over his sexy body while he danced, taking in the tight fitting western style shirt, and travelling down to his ass when he turned, encased in form fitting blue jeans. When he turned again, her eyes were at just the right level to see the impressive bulge in the front of his jeans. On down his legs her eyes went, to take in the simple brown cowboy boots. Good, she much preferred men in classy simple boots than the ones who wore the fancy 'look at me' boots. His boots were scuffed indicating that he obviously got a lot of use out of them.
Her eyes went back to his face and studied his strong jaw, and sensitive mouth. She couldn't see what color his eyes were from this distance. His hair was worn a little long, curling around the collar of his shirt. When the dance ended, she let her eyes follow him off the dance floor. He headed straight to the bar and purchased a single beer. Good, he didn't buy a drink for a girlfriend. He walked to a table with several men sitting around it. She didn't study any of the other men; she had eyes only for him. The next time he went out to dance alone, she would maneuver herself next to him.
She watched him for a while, but it looked like he was settling in for a while at his table. She accepted an invitation to dance from a passing cowboy, and was led onto the floor for a slow dance. Her partner kept sneaking gropes of her tits and ass as they danced, and she teased him to an erection by grinding against his cock. All the while, she kept her eye on the table that her target was at. She refused a second dance with her current partner, watching in amusement as he walked away from her table trying to conceal his erection.
Then her chance came. The blond Adonis was making his way to the dance floor for another line dance. There was no woman going with him. A couple of the other guys at the table were though. That didn't matter to Angie. She stood quickly and followed him. When the lines formed up, she had maneuvered herself so that she was right behind him. When they turned, he would be behind her. She smiled in anticipation. The first time she turned, he was still facing her when she turned back.
She smiled innocently at him and kept dancing. He continued to dance facing the opposite direction as the rest of the line, just so he could look at her. He held her eyes for a moment, then let his eyes travel over her body, lingering at her breasts, bouncing tantalizingly under the shivery dress. She turned again, and did the sexy hip and ass movement that was part of the dance. She hoped he hadn't turned. She knew how good her ass looked moving like that. Another quick turn and she was facing him again. She was right, he hadn't turned. She noticed with a quick glance that his friends were watching her too. She didn't bother with them. Her target was right in front of her, and she had his undivided attention.
She moved her hands, bringing his attention to her body, while he watched her run her hands lightly over her breasts and down her stomach and to her hips, she lightly rested her hands at her hips while she danced. His eyes were riveted to her crotch, and she felt a trickle of moisture seep out of her pussy at the thought that nothing but a thin bit of material separated his eyes from her naked cunt. All too soon the dance was over, and he was following her back to her table. She sat, and watched his eyes rove up her legs to her stocking covered thighs exposed by the short skirt. She crossed her legs, and revealed the stocking tops to him. He stammered as he offered to buy her a drink. She picked up her drink and took a sip. He watched the straw slide between her red coated lips. She flicked her tongue out and licked her lower lip.
"I don't think I need another just now." She said.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked. She decided that a little teasing would keep things lively, so she said she was just resting for a while, maybe later.
He was obviously disappointed when he walked away, but she knew he would be back. She turned her attention to the other people around her. She knew he was the one doing the watching now.
Several songs later, she decided to test her theory. She made her way out on the floor and joined in a line dance. Sure enough, there he was, right beside her. She let her eyes roam over his body, from his western shirt to his casual slacks. She was confused for a moment. She thought he had been wearing jeans a little while ago. Her brow furrowed in confusion when she noticed that his boots were black and not brown. What was the matter with her? Was she going batty? She gave herself a mental shrug. What did it matter. She stared at the sizable bulge at his crotch. Well that was still the same. Her eyes traveled up over his broad chest and to his eyes. He was watching in amusement as she surveyed his form. She smiled and shrugged slightly. The motion caused her boobs to bounce, and his eyes instantly looked there. She wasn't embarrassed by being caught looking at him. He was doing the same thing.
When the song ended, the music went right into a slow dance. Without even asking, he pulled her into his arms. She didn't fight it because it seemed like the most natural place for her to be. He pulled her tight, without talking, and nuzzled his face at her neck. She shivered when she felt his tongue tracing patterns on the sensitive skin below her ear. She ran her hands down his shoulders and across his back, exploring the muscular contours with her fingertips. His hands roamed her back too, stopping barely short of her rounded ass. When the dance ended, they slowly separated, loathe to part. She took a couple of steps backward, holding his gaze with her own. He still hadn't said a word. Finally she began to turn.
"Wait." It was more a command than a request. She turned back to look at him again. "You can't just walk away from me, leaving me no way to find you. I've been totally intrigued by you since the moment I saw you walk in the door, and I can't stand the thought of you walking out of my life before you are ever really in it."
Angie paused and studied his sincere face. She could almost believe that he had fallen in love with her at first sight, but she knew from the growing bulge in his slacks that it was lust, not love. She smiled approval at him.
"That's very good." She said in appreciation of his pickup line. He grinned sheepishly.
