1 comments/ 15458 views/ 1 favorites When in Vegas Ch. 01 By: tbck1000 I used to think I didn't like Las Vegas because I don't like to gamble (lose money) and it's in the desert. Of course, I later realized I love Vegas because it's a great place to be a pervy, kinky-minded person and meet people with similar interests. And also, there is a lot to do around the area. The desert is really a beautiful place. So, I got a two-week work assignment in Las Vegas. It was not a high budget trip, so I reserved a room at a Residence Inn. It suited me fine because it was very close to some casinos, restaurants, etc. Of course, the first thing I did after checking in was hit the pool. I put on a thong and a tank top, and some flip flops. I walked out to the pool with a towel wrapped around me, and dropped the towel as soon as I go to the pool. There were a few people hanging around including a couple of women in string-thong bikinis. One of them was an incredibly attractive, statuesque woman who gave me the sweetest smile when I said hello. She was a vision laying back on her lounge chair. I got in the pool for a while and emerged with my thong, almost totally sheer and clinging to my cock for all to see. It felt so great when the same woman said hello and smiled sweetly again as she stole a glance at my not-very-subtle display. The evening went on and there's a story I'll save for the next episode. The next day, I put in a long day of appointments and decided to hit the pool again for an hour or two. I wanted to just relax before thinking about what I might do that night. I had forgotten about the long-legged beauty I encountered the evening before until I was in my room putting on my bathing suit. When I did remember, I decided to wear my most outrageously tiny thong just for the hell of it in case she was back. This time, I walked out to the pool without a tank top or towel wrapped around me. The planets were aligned, I guess because there she was: sitting on a towel on the edge of the pool with her perfect legs in the water. She was wearing a sexy, sort of high on the hips, thong that was a very pale shade of green. The very same shade of green as my g-string thong bathing suite. Smiled again and I said hello. The conversation flowed immediately after I said "nice bathing suite." She laughed because our bathing suites were the exact same color. I was dying to see hers wet. I asked if I could join her and we sat on the edge of the pool talking like we had known each other a long time. She was in town trying out for a "show girl" job at a casino. That explained her incredible legs and tall, slim figure. We took turns standing in the water to cool off while talking face to face. Of course, my thong stayed wet and sheer and I was on the edge of having a full hard-on the whole time we talked. Finally, we had talked about everything we could think of. It was time to make a move. I asked her out to dinner, but she said she was afraid of staying out late and not being at her best the next morning for try-outs. So, I suggested we get something from room service or delivery and watch a movie in my room. She said OK, but she'd prefer I come to her room. Of course, I accepted. We covered up in towels, and went to the lobby and got a couple of glasses of wine and a couple of beers. I thought I was dreaming. Could this be happening to me? People looked at us in a way that you could tell they were thinking we were "a couple." A sexy fucking couple. I mean I'm OK to look at, but she was stunning. Just hanging out with her was.... well anyway, we went straight to her room and called a take-out place from some menus in the lobby to deliver a couple of salads and sandwiches. I felt so fucking horny walking around in my string thong. I never even suggested I go change and meet her at her room. When we got there, she immediately said she wanted to change out of her wet bikini. She went into the bedroom and came back out in a bra and panties. They were not overtly sexy. Less revealing than the bikini, but I was incredulous. She said she wanted to keep it even since I was still wearing "panties, sort of." My cock sprung to full stiffness... Then, she said she had been dying to ask me why I wore thongs; how long I had been wearing them; what it felt like as a straight (if I was?) guy to wear them, etc. I love to answer these questions for women. I told her I liked going to nude beaches and wearing as little as possible when I could not go nude. I also said that frankly, it is a big turn on for me - obviously. I told her about how I pretty much think about going nude or wearing thongs in public all the time... About then, the delivery man came. I answered the door and the guy was not the least been surprised to see a guy in a string thong! Then, when my friend walked over to chip in some cash, his eyes lit up like saucers. I'm pretty sure he figured I had myself a very expensive call girl. We put the food down and went back to our conversation, only now we were groping each other all over. I sank down to my knees and started licking and kissing her inner thighs. Her legs opened like a flower and I could smell her beautiful damp pussy. I slid off her panties and started teasing her clit with my tongue. Before long I was getting my face fucked. She was grinding her cunt into my face as I licked, sucked and ate pussy every way I knew how. By then, I was stroking my cock slick with pre-cum. She glanced down and watched me stroking myself then jammed my face deeper into her pussy. She came for so long I thought I was going to suffocate. Then, she relaxed and laid back on the bead with her legs still spread. I stood between her legs and finished myself off. I shot spurts of cum on her stomach and bra. What an intense orgasm. We took a shower together, then ate and watched half a movie. When in Vegas Ch. 02 I skipped this part of the "When in Vegas #1" story to keep that story short and on track. * On my first night of a long business trip in Las Vegas, I was "jet lagged" and horny. A bad combination. Wide awake but tired, I had a lot to do the next day and needed rest. But, I was in Vegas and dying to get laid. I was hanging out by the hotel pool in my thong swimsuit, soaking up the attention I was getting from the people coming out to enjoy the pool that evening. I decided that maybe a couple of drinks would turn my tiredness into sleepiness. On the other hand, walking into the lobby for drinks in my thong would be a big turn on and definitely not make me sleepy. As these thoughts were crossing my mind, two women came out to the pool obviously having just been in the exercise room. They were both wearing spandex short-shorts and sports bras. They waded into the pool to cool off and we exchanged "hellos." They both smirked and giggled a little at the sight of my thong. I started a little conversation about the exercise room equipment to break the ice. Then, at the right moment I told them I was going to go get a beer and sit in the hot tub for a while. If they cared to join me, I'd be glad to buy them a drink or beer or glass of wine. To my amazement, they agreed without hesitation. I put on my shirt and wrapped a towel around my waist, and then returned from the lobby with two beers and two mini-bottles of wine. The ladies were already soaking in the hot tub in their exercise gear. I joined them and we started having a nice conversation. I got the usual questions from them about my thong after we had been talking for a while - questions that always turn me on. At one point, I got up to re-set the timer on the jets and my aroused state was quite apparent to them. When I re-entered the hot tub, I felt a foot on my knee. Was she just resting her foot on my knee? I scooted a little closer, and the foot moved to my inner thigh. A little closer and the foot was rubbing my hard cock. I thought I was going to cum immediately. The ladies looked at each other and laughed. I'm sure the look on my face must have been quite something. About then, a gentleman walked up to us. This guy bore a striking resemblance to the main character in the movie "Joe Dirt." Joe said "this looks like a good idea! I think I'll get a beer! Would you all like another round?" I said yes, make it two and I'll get the next one. The ladies declined. (doh!) When Joe returned with four beers, the ladies had said good night and left. Joe apologized for breaking up the party, then took off his shirt and slipped into the hot tub with me. He was wearing a pair of sawed off khaki pants for a bathing suit. We started talking and working on those beers. By then, it was about 10:00PM and nobody else was around. It was a beautiful night, and I was actually enjoying talking with Joe Dirt. Joe was a long-haul truck driver. He was laid over in Vegas having dropped a big load and now waiting for some repairs to be completed on his rig. He told me all about driving a truck and all his adventures. After about an hour, we had polished off our beers and I had to piss like crazy. I told Joe, it was probably close to last call and that I had to go to the bathroom. I told him I'd bring back another round. That was the moment of truth. The hot tub jets had been going the whole time and I knew the bubbles has hidden the fact that I was wearing a thong. I sure hoped that was the case, because I had been sitting just right so that one of the jets had been shooting down the crack of my ass and tickling my balls. My cock was stiff as a poker. If you've ever sat in a hot tub you might understand how the warm water can both relax and arouse you...anyway, I was pretty buzzed and didn't really care about what Joe was going to think. I stood up and as I did my thong slid down a little, revealing just a little of the tip of my stiff cock. I quickly adjusted my thong, but Joe had seen it. His eyes were glued on my hard on, and he said "shit man! what the fuck are you wearing!" I said "sorry, thought you knew I was wearing a thong bathing suit." It was dead silent for a minute. Then I added "look I'm not gay or anything, the hot tub just gets me stiff sometimes. OK?" Joe smiled and said "I know. It's cool, I was pitching a tent myself a few minutes ago." We laughed and I got out of the hot tub. I hit the bathroom by the pool. My cock was so hard, I couldn't piss in the toilet! So, I did what any quick-thinking drunk would do. I pissed in the shower. Of course, I "flushed" by running turning on the shower for a few seconds. I wrapped a towel around my waist again, and went back into the hotel for some more beers. No shirt, and the bulge was still obvious even with the towel. The hotel clerk was amused, but not really, by my appearance. There were a few other slightly rowdy people around, so his attention did not stay on me long. I returned to Joe in the hot tub with four beers. When I got to the hot tub, I wiggled out of the towel without using my hands which were full. Joe stood up to grab two of the beers and he was in his "tighty whitey" briefs. He said "hope you don't mind. I want to let my shorts dry out some before I go back to my room." I said "no problem. We're just two buzzed guys in a hot tub in our underwear...." and we both laughed. We started drinking again and the conversation turned to types of swimwear. What women wear, what men wear, what's comfortable vs what's accepted, etc, etc. As we talked I worked myself into position so that a jet was pointed right at the base of my cock. It felt good and my cock was throbbing hard. I started telling Joe about how I get off on wearing thongs in public. I was definitely drunk. I told him he should try it sometime. When there's nobody you know around, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. He told me that when he was younger he used to wear pretty short bathing suits and running shorts and liked the feeling much better than the long baggy shorts now in style. Drunker still, I couldn't keep myself from telling Joe that I also got off an going to nude beaches. And, how I pretty much liked to expose myself anyway I can when I go to beaches, lakes and other places, as long as I didn't offend anyone too much or be seen by minors. Joe was listening closely and nodding in agreement. He was drunker than I was. Finally, we had finished that round of beers and we both had to use the bathroom again. We were both like a couple of raisins with hard-ons after hours in the hot water. We stood up together and we both had boners. Things got awkward to say the least. Joe said "look dude, I've got to get up pretty early. So, I'm going to call it a night. He held out his clenched hand to give me a "fist bump." We got out of the tub and dried off without talking for a minute. Then he said: "I want to go jack off to some porn anyway, and I bet you do too!" I told Joe "I'm more of a phone sex guy." We went our separate ways. What a weird night.