The Vegas Touch

Vegas is simply an oversized, oversexed, sensational adult amusement park. Where else can you spend a morning inside a massive pyramid playing blackjack, grab a taxi and head for an afternoon in the most exquisite boutiques in the fashion world, then finish up the evening dancing and drinking with a throng of fellow revelers at a Rio de Janeiro carnival? Nowhere but "sin city," as my mother used to call the place.

Not that the topic was ever discussed that much at our house -- after all, an innocent little girl like myself had no need to know of such a place, with its gambling, alcohol, and topless showgirls. All of those things horrified my puritan mother, but piqued my always-active curiosity.

Fast-forward a decade or two, and you could find me there at least a couple of times a year with my significant other, life-mate, boyfriend, or whatever the current politically-correct term is for Tommy. We'd been together for a few years, and had a hell of a great time -- especially in Vegas. Not that we're big gamblers; we're not. But we'll take a couple of hours a day in the casino, split between the blackjack tables, the roulette wheel, and maybe a few pulls at the dollar slots. Thanks to the monorail system that they have, you could easily move between the massive resort hotels, so we loved to go clubbing when the sun goes down: The Ghostbar at the Palms, the VooDoo Lounge high atop the Rio, and several others that become a blur as we dance the night away.

I've always thought that dancing was very erotic, and with a few drinks warming my insides, it's no time at all until Tommy and I are doing a little discreet rubbing out on the dance floor. Not that it's an uncommon practice in Vegas; like I said, the entire city seems oversexed, with travelers from every corner of the world coming to town to be anonymous and just cut loose a little.

On a cool October evening, we were winding down at a tropical-themed bar at our mid-strip hotel. We'd been out clubbing all night, and had settled into an out-of-the-way booth for a nightcap or two before heading up to the room. Tommy was nursing a scotch -- neat -- and I was sipping on some concoction called a caramel apple martini that the waitress had recommended. I'm not a foo-foo drink kind of girl, but for some reason it sounded fun, and I was enjoying it.

By then we were both feeling a little frisky -- like I said, dancing does that to me -- and since we were partially surrounded by the thick tropical foliage, we'd been doing a little discreet touching, feeling, and more than a little giggling. As I knocked back the last few drops in my glass, I noticed a couple a few tables away staring at us through the palm leaves.

I caught Tommy's eyes and then gave a quick glance over in their direction so that he'd take a peek. He looked back at me with a wrinkled brow, as if to ask what was going on. I leaned closer to him and whispered, "I think we have an audience."

He smiled and then snuck another quick look in their direction. "Really?" he said with a smile. "Is that a problem?"

"Not for me." We were in a large, circular booth, so I scooted a little closer. Leaning over, I placed my lips against his, and we had one of those deep, deliberate kisses where every move seemed to take place in slow motion, an event in and of itself. Our tongues finally met, hesitantly touching at first, before beginning their deep dance together. I could feel that kiss through my entire body. I felt Tommy's light touch on my breast through the thin material of my blouse, and I began to slowly move my hand up his leg.

Our intimate little world was broken by the gentle sound of a woman's voice. "Ah, excuse me." I had no idea how long the waitress had been standing there, but we both looked up at her like two teenagers caught parking out at the lake.

I just smiled at her sheepishly, and said, "Oops!" I was certain that we were going to be asked to leave.

Instead, she placed another round of drinks on our table from her tray and then nodded over at the other couple. "Complements of the gentleman and lady over there." Her smile had many dimensions: pleasant and sincere, approving, but very mysterious as if she knew very well how the evening was going to unfold.

We lifted our glasses to them, and then each took a sip. I would have preferred vodka, straight up, but the flavored martini wasn't all that bad.

"What's all this about?" Tommy asked in a low voice.

"Dunno." I shrugged. "Want to invite them over and see?"

A mischievous smile crossed his lips. "Could be something a little wicked."

"Hey, it's Vegas." With that I scooted around even closer to him, leaving the other half of the booth vacant. I smiled at the couple, then opened my palm and gestured toward the empty seat.

There was a brief moment of conversation, and then they smiled back, picked up their drinks, and walked the short distance to our table.

"Hi," the lady said as she slid into the booth. "Sorry to intrude on your evening like this, but we couldn't help but notice that you were having quite a good time over here. Thanks for inviting us to join you for a drink."

"Absolutely. And thanks for sending this round over," I said, studying the couple. In age and appearance, they were very similar to Tommy and me. The fellow had a twinkle in his eye that made him look like one of those people you've known forever, and her smile exuded warmth and friendliness. I instantly liked these folks. "My name is..."

Before I could say it, the woman raised her hand to stop me. "No names, please; we'd rather get acquainted through conversation than introduction."

Odd, but her smile put me at ease instantly. And converse we did. In a matter of minutes we were chatting away like old friends -- they'd been on much the same club circuit that we had that evening, so we had probably crossed paths several times without knowing it.

"We just wanted to have a couple of drinks before heading up to our room," our new female friend said, "but ended up watching you two -- you were starting to put on quite a show!"

My eyes momentarily locked with Tommy's, and we both burst out laughing. "Yeah, well, we just got a little carried away, I guess."

"Oh, we were enjoying it," the guy said. He hesitated just a moment, and then added, "Care to get a little more carried away upstairs?"

There was an instant silence at the table, and everyone sat frozen. Although it probably only lasted a second or two, it seemed like hours. Tommy finally spoke up. "So, exactly what do you guys have in mind?" His eyes darted over to me momentarily, probably to try and gauge my reaction.

"Probably nothing as devious as you're thinking," the lady said with a smile. "We're not into full-blown swinging or anything, but on the rare occasion we've been intimate with each other while another couple was in the room." She laughed softly, shrugged, and added, "Kind of risqué without being risky, if you know what I mean. Why not come up for a glass of wine, and just see where things go."

Tommy turned to me. "I'm, well, kind of at a loss for words. What do you think?"

I shrugged. "I guess that we could go up and have a drink. Who knows, it might be kind of interesting." That was an understatement. For some reason, my arousal level had gone off the charts. I didn't know whether it was some kind of exhibitionist fantasy that had been suddenly unleashed, or if I was just curious about the couple sitting across from us. "Besides, we could always say our goodnights if things get a little uncomfortable."

"Exactly -- and we'd certainly respect your wishes," the guy said, and raised his glass in a toast. We all did the same, and downed the last little bit in each of our glasses.

I hesitated for a second. "If you don't mind, it's been a long night. Mind if I stop by our room first and freshen up?"

The woman stood up and extended her hand to me. "I have a better idea -- I'd like to do the same. Why don't you fellows have another round or two, and give us a chance to powder our noses?"

The men said, "Sure!" in unison, and suddenly the lady and I were off to the elevators. It was only a short distance from the bar, and we didn't say anything as we crossed the lobby and stopped at the golden, polished doors. She reached out and hit the button once, and the doors opened with a swish. "Might as well come up to our room, since that's where the guys will be heading in a little while." Before I could answer, she pushed a floor button and the elevator took off.

"I'm feeling really awkward," I finally said, "but at the same time, really, really turned on!" I couldn't help but laugh -- for some reason I found myself stumbling over words.

She stepped over and put an arm around me. "You certainly don't have to feel strange. It's just a fun little thing that we've done a few times here in Vegas. We like to call it the 'Vegas touch' to our lovemaking. Kind of like being part of a live porno movie or something like that!" We were now laughing together, and any apprehension had completely evaporated.

The doors opened, and we walked arm-in-arm across the plush carpet of the hallway, turning a corner here and there until we came to their room. With a quick swipe of the card key, the lock clicked and she pushed the door open. "I think that I'm going to rinse off," she said.

"Not a bad idea." And it wasn't -- after a night of dancing like we'd had, the thought of a warm shower sounded great.

She disappeared into the dressing room of their mini-suite, and then returned with a towel and bathrobe. "Here, you can go first. You can use my robe."

I thanked her with a smile, then stepped into the bathroom and began removing my clothes. There was a flood of emotions running through me. I wondered what Tommy and his new friend were discussing downstairs, I was tingling inside with the thoughts of what might be about to happen when they got here, and there was more than a little feeling of simply being naughty because I was naked in a strange couple's bathroom.

The shower handle moved slowly as I pushed it up to turn on the water, then moved it slightly toward the "H." A warm flow had started by the time I was inside, so I pulled the door closed and began to lather up. My breasts seemed extra sensitive, probably because I'd been so aroused for the last straight hour or so, and as my hands lingered between my legs I felt the familiar warmth there radiating up into my body. I figured that it wouldn't hurt to treat myself to a tiny bit of preliminary pleasure, so I let my right hand slide down and gently brush my clit. I think that I physically shook when that happened, and I know that I'd inadvertently let out an audible cry.

"Looks like the fun's already started in here," the lady's voice said. I glanced over and saw that she'd cracked open the shower door. "I'm sorry -- really -- I didn't mean to intrude." She opened the door further, and I could see that she had shed her clothes as well. "I could just see you through the opaque glass, and then I heard you, and..." she smiled sweetly, opened the door all the way, and stepped inside with me. "Do you mind?"

I studied her -- she was beautiful. We were about the same size and build, although her areolas were slightly bigger and darker than mine... and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. "Uh, no, of course not." I stumbled on each word. I was at a total loss, so I did something that probably looked ridiculous -- I reached out and handed her the soap. "Here." Of course, I felt completely stupid seconds after she took it out of my hand, but she simply nodded and stepped under the spray of water.

After lathering up, she turned around to face me, and we were suddenly uncomfortably close there in the shower. Maybe I should say comfortably close instead, because I don't think either of us minded. As to what happened next, I can't tell you. Whether she reached out for me, or I for her, I don't know. I just knew that suddenly we were kissing.

Tommy has the best kissing technique on the planet, and I've known that for years. There was something about this woman, though, that was pleasantly different: softer, more delicate, intimate in a way that I can't put into words. Our bodies were slippery from the soap, so with even the slightest move our breasts would move and slide and rub. I've never orgasmed from a mere kiss, but at that point, I was extremely close.

When our lips finally parted, I managed to whisper, "The guys..."

She looked into my eyes and placed her index finger on my lips. "Shhhhh," she whispered, and began to lower herself. She kissed my breasts, my upper tummy, my abdomen, and finally, she was on her knees and her tongue parted my labia. I felt it gently dance along the lips of my pussy, darting in briefly like a butterfly before hesitantly moving to my clit. It was a sensation that I could barely handle -- my eyes were tightly closed, and I was holding onto the rail in the shower for my very life.

Her tongue would pass along the very edge of my clit, where I could just feel it move by, but yet she did not make contact. She instead continued teasing me, pleasing me by fawning over every other crevice.

I had been to the brink and back several times, when I finally whispered, "Please?"

With a final upward pass along the lips, I felt her mouth encompass my clitoris. While her tongue gently flicked it, her mouth softly sucked outward to expose it more.

When the first wave hit me, it felt like an electric shock. I grabbed onto the railing as if I was in an earthquake, as the sensory assault on my body continued. With the final explosion, I was ready to collapse. She stood up, took me in her arms, and held me as my body convulsed. "My God..." was all that I could manage.

My lover reached up and turned the showerhead directly onto us. "Time to rinse off. Like you said, the fellows will be here soon."

We let the water run over us, our hands helping to move the suds from our bodies, lingering, touching, and playing. When I finally stepped from the shower and started drying off with the plush hotel towel, I couldn't help but look back at her and smile. Something magic had just happened, and as I put on the terrycloth robe, I knew that I'd need time to completely understand it.

My thoughts were interrupted by Tommy's voice from the suite. "So where are the ladies?"

I sighed, feeling very warm and contented -- and still more than a little excited. "Preparing for our guys," I called, drying the residual moisture from my hair.

"You ready?" she asked me, stepping from the shower and quickly running a towel over her luscious body.

I couldn't think of a clever response, so I just laughed and nodded. We stepped into the main room of the suite: me in my oversized robe, and my new friend totally naked.

Her man smiled, studying us both. "Did we interrupt anything?"

"Just getting ready for you two," she answered, and walked him over to the couch. I led Tommy to the smaller sofa that was positioned perpendicularly to them, and we picked right up with the kiss that we'd started in the bar.

His hands snaked under the robe and around my waist, and as he pushed it off my shoulders I felt the cool air of the room. "No fair," I said while looking him in the eyes, as if we were the only ones there. "You're still dressed."

"Not for long," he whispered, and by the time we fell onto the sofa, we were both naked and feeling the warmth of our bodies as they touched.

I glanced over at our companions, and they were stretched out on the couch, kissing deeply, and starting to move with their bodies together. She was as beautiful as she'd been in the shower, and her man was no slouch. A nice body, an impressive cock that pushed against her, but he had nothing on Tommy. I turned my attention back to him, and we kissed for a few minutes more before I felt him positioning his pelvis against mine. With a single, gentle thrust he was inside, and even after the countless times that we'd made love, it took my breath away. He began to slowly move back out, then in again, with a rhythm that gently brushed my clit when our bodies touched. I moved my hips with him, following the movement that he'd set.

He was occasionally looking over at our friends, as was I, and I would catch them sneaking a glance back at us as well. I think that it made us all a little hotter, because Tommy and I were really getting into the tempo of our bodies.

At any given time, one of the four of us was gasping, moaning, or making some kind of noise, and the room had the sounds of sex. It was wonderful.

It wasn't long before I felt that magical tingling in my abdomen, and when I came I held my lips together to keep my cries muffled. Tommy picked up the pace, and I could tell that the second one was at hand -- I knew that I wouldn't stand a chance of squelching it, though. When I climaxed the second time, I couldn't help but moan loudly. My girlfriend across the room was apparently in synch, because just as my voice was trailing off she cried, "Yes, yes, goddamn it, yes!"

When my eyes met Tommy's, he just smiled and shook his head. "This is wild," he whispered, then lowered his head next to mine. With a few strokes more, I felt the familiar engorging of Tommy's cock inside me, and knew that he was close. I glanced over and saw that the woman was not looking at us, but was watching only me. Remembering our time in the shower, and with the lovemaking prowess of my Tommy, I came again like an earthquake. I'm not sure what happened after that.

My next memory was being helped into the robe by Tommy. "You folks are wonderful. I hope that we meet up again," he said with a smile.

Tommy dressed while I gathered my clothes, and we said goodbye at their hotel room door. The fellows shook hands, and kissed us on the cheeks -- their non-partners, that is.

As we stepped away, I leaned over and gave my lady friend a hug. She embraced me warmly, and whispered, "Thank you," in my ear.

I had no idea what to say, so I grasped at a straw. "I'd love to know your name, and maybe get in touch one of these days."

She gave me that sweet smile that I'd already fallen in love with. "This city is an escape for us, and one of the reasons that we can play here is that we're so anonymous. We don't even register under our real names; we change them every time. But who knows -- we come to Vegas a couple of times a year, so maybe we'll meet again." With a quick, delicate kiss, she pulled back into the room and slowly pushed the door shut with a click.

Tommy waited until we were at the elevators before speaking. "Wow -- that was certainly different. More than a little exciting, I might add."

"Agreed." As I stepped inside, I couldn't help but smile. I knew that we'd continue our trips to Las Vegas, and that we'd end every evening in the tropical bar downstairs. Just on the outside chance that we'd meet up with that pair again, the man and his lovely woman -- the girl with the Vegas touch.