Las Vegas For Two Ch. 2

"Before we take that bath, how about we unpack?" I asked.

"Good idea. Now I can see what you packed for me."

First we picked up our scattered clothes, then opened our respective bags.

She held up her knee length blue dress with the low cut front. "Ooh, I haven't worn this in ages! Good choice." Then she held up her calf length reversible, wrap around dress - black on one side, a subtle flower pattern on the other. "Another good choice." She looked at me and winked. "It seems my chest and my legs will be on display this weekend."

"Oh yes, they certainly will," I agreed.

I pulled out my clothing. Two pairs of slacks, one black the other tan, one pair of khaki shorts and three silk shirts. For underclothing she had selected my briefest briefs and (luckily) the only thong underwear I had that was even remotely comfortable. Plus, she had dug deep into my drawers to find my old Speedo swimsuit. "No secrets with that swimsuit!" I commented.

"All's fair," she replied. She continued to unpack her bag. "It figures," she said and held up her black garter and stockings and her suspender pantyhose (one black pair, one nude) and her sheer black front hook Victoria's Secret bra. "What's this?" she asked as she examined two new bras, one black and the other flesh tone.

"A special present for this trip. Try one on."

She hooked the bra and spun it around her body. The cups fit her breasts perfectly, giving her pendulous 40 D's support from beneath. What they didn't give her was much "coverage." The demi cups covered only the bottom third of her aureoles. Her nipples were completely exposed.

"I can't wear these in public!"

"Sure you can," I replied. "None of the dresses or blouses I packed for you are see through. Only you and I will know that your nipples are free from your bra. And besides, I really like the cleavage that bra gives you."

She looked down to see that her breasts were slightly pinched together, giving her spectacular cleavage.

"And," I added, "the cups push them up nicely - no sagging breasts for you. I you look fantastic."

"Well, it is pretty comfortable," she admitted grudgingly.

"I imagine the fabric of your blouse rubbing against your nipples should be pleasant too."

She smiled. "I guess we'll see about that."

She emptied the rest of her suitcase, two light blouses, a pair of tan slacks, a couple of pairs of loose shorts and her favorite swimsuit (one piece with a plunging neckline).

Our bags were empty and everything was put away when she realized what I already knew.

"Just a damn minute! You forgot to pack me any underwear!"

"No I didn't," I replied.

"Well then where are my panties?"

"I didn't forget to pack them, I didn't pack any, because you aren't going to wear any."

"But…."

"No buts. You knew the rules before we left. Are you changing your mind?"

"But I can't go out without panties!"

"Why not?"

"I just can't!"

"That's not a reason."

"I just won't!"

"That didn't take long."

"What?"

"It didn't take long for you to back out on our deal."

"Oh, all right, damn you. Next thing you know, you'll want me to go out naked."

"Nope, that's just in the hotel room, remember? Although, you can wear that bra in the room, it makes your nipples look so inviting."

"Oooh, you are such a bastard!"

"I believe horny bastard is the correct term. Now how about some more champagne and a bath?"

Being naked already makes it easy to prepare for a bath. She drew the water while I poured some more champagne. We sipped the bubbly while the large tub filled.

"Let's finish this off," I said and emptied the bottle into our glasses.

The tub filled with steaming water and we got in, facing each other. We clinked our glasses together.

"To a wonderful and sexy weekend," I toasted.

"It's been both so far," she responded.

Both of us leaned back, soaking in the relaxing heat and gazed into each other's eyes. I glanced down at her luscious tits as they floated in the water. Buoyancy does wonderful things to 50 year old 40D's. I reached over to put my glass down. The waves made her boobs bob gently up and down. Just looking at them made my dick begin to harden.

"You are so fucking sexy!" I said.

"Oh, stop it!" she responded.

"No I'm serious. I look at your body and get an instant hard on, see?" She looked down and saw my erect member. "Right now, I would love to have my dick between your breasts. As a matter of fact…" I rose to my knees and moved over to her. My dick was sticking out of the bath water and her bobbing breasts were gently rubbing against my balls. The feeling was fantastic. She leaned her head down and licked the tip of my prick.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

I backed up and hollered, "Who is it?"

"It's Lance from room service," was the muffled reply.

"Come in," I responded before Betty could say a word.

The door opened. Lance came in and stopped just inside the door.

"I have another bottle of champagne for you. It's on the house. May I come in?"

"Thank you very much Lance. We're in the tub. Would you put it on the coffee table please?"

"Sure thing."

We saw Lance walk past our half open door.

"I'm sorry we can't tip you right now," I said.

"Oh, that's no problem. You are, without a doubt, my favorite guests in this hotel. As I said before, if there is anything I can do for you, just ask."

"Well, there is one thing," I said, looking at Betty with an evil grin. "Did you see the Polaroid camera on the coffee table?"

"Um, yes," he replied.

"Would you bring it in here and take a picture of us in the tub?"

This time Betty didn't even bat an eye. I moved around to sit next to her as Lance entered the room. Betty looked up at him and smiled, making no effort to hide her body.

"Come in close enough to get just us in the picture." I instructed.

He came to the foot of the tub, leaned over and looked through the viewfinder. I put my arm around Betty and, to my surprise, she grabbed the base of my cock, making the tip come just out of the water.

"Smile!" he said and took a shot. "I'd better take another one, just in case. Smile again!" Lance took the second shot and stood up.

"Hey Betty," I said, "is that a banana in his pocket, or is he just glad to see you?"

Both Lance and Betty blushed crimson. His hard on was obvious. "Thank you so much Lance. I'll double the tip next time I see you."

"That won't be necessary," said Lance. "I'm happy I could, um, help."

"Thanks Lance," said Betty demurely.

"One last question Lance," I said. "What's the best restaurant in the hotel? We like fine dining, not buffet slop."

"I recommend Bertrand's. It's Pan Asian cuisine with a bit of Vegas flash."

"That sounds great. What do you think honey?"

"Fine with me," she said. Her eyes were still staring at Lance's crotch.

"I'd be happy to make reservations for you. What time do you want to dine?"

"Eight o'clock would be great. Thanks Lance."

With that, he turned and left the hotel room.

"Isn't it nice that Lance looks after us so well?" I asked Betty.

She had a dreamy look in her eyes. "Yes, it certainly is."

"Do you think he enjoyed your pictures on the coffee table?" I asked innocently.

"Oh shit! I forgot about those."

"No wonder he didn't need a tip. So how does it feel to have two guys lusting after you?"

She didn't answer, but her nipples spoke volumes. They were standing at attention.

"I'm going to get out of this tub before I turn into a prune."

"I'll get out in a minute," she said. "I want to relax for a little while longer."

I got out and she slid deeply into the tub, so that just her head and neck were above the surface. I toweled off and headed for the living room to get more champagne.

Lance had placed the Polaroid back on the coffee table and put the two new pictures along side the others. I examined them closely. Betty had a sly look in her eyes and her legs were spread wide. Her open pussy was visible in the clear water and her tits were floating seductively on the surface. The head of my penis stuck out above her fist. All in all, they were the sexiest pictures of us ever. My hard on returned while looking at them.

I looked at the clock. Four thirty.

"Hey Betty, are you ready for more champagne?"

"Just a minute, I'll be right out."

I sat down on the couch and poured myself another glass.

"Wow! He upgraded us on the champagne. This stuff is excellent!" I called out.

"Then I'm ready for more," said Betty as she entered the room.

She held out her glass and I filled it. Then I perused her naked body. Her skin was red from the tub and her nipples had softened so they were flush with her wide and pale aureoles. My gaze continued down her soft stomach and stopped at her pubic patch.

"You've done some trimming," I commented.

She sat down and spread her legs so I could get a better view. Her pubic patch now consisted of a small vee above her lips. She had trimmed nearly half of her hair off!

"Yeah, I decided that if I can't wear underwear, I might as well show it all."

"It looks fantastic! I didn't think I could get any hornier, but you did it. Mind if I take a closer look?" I asked and got down on my knees in front of her spread legs. My hands gently stroked the newly shaved areas. "Hmm, smooth job, soft skin. I see you trimmed a bit around the lips. No nicks. Oooh. It seems those lips are quite damp. I suppose I should do something about that." I bent down and licked her lips from bottom to top. Her juices coated my tongue. "While I'm down here, I better check out your clit." I spread her lips apart and exposed her protruding clitoris. "Yes, everything seems to be in order. Mmm." My tongue flicked across the clit from to bottom then side to side.

Betty lay back against the cushions and moaned and then ground herself into my face. I reached for the half full champagne bottle and slid it into her glistening pussy. She was so juiced that it penetrated without resistance. The cold of the bottle caused her to open her eyes with a start. She looked at the bottle then looked at me with an expression of pure lust. She continued to grind her groin onto the bottle. I began to pump the neck in and out. On the out motion, champagne dribbled from her pussy.

"Squeeze the bottle. Hold it in," I said.

I could visible see her lips lock on to the neck of the bottle. She began to buck more violently. I managed to get my tongue onto her clit and she exploded with gasps and moans. She pumped away at the bottle for another fifteen seconds then fell back in total relaxation. I quickly pulled the bottle out and held it upright so no more champagne would spill.

"Care for some more?" I asked. "It's Chateau de Muff, 2002. An excellent vintage." I sipped from my glass. It tasted great. Very dry with a slight hint of Betty. "Without a doubt," I declared, "This is the finest champagne I have ever had."

She smiled and raised her glass to her lips and sipped the bubbly. "I guess I don't taste that bad."

"You, my dear, are a woman of excellent taste!"

End of Chapter Two

Authors Note: Do you think they will ever get out of the hotel room?