"Take off your panties"
We had just arrived at McCarron after a 5 hour flight from Providence, tired and a bit sweaty. It was July in Vegas.
We were minutes from the Strip and could almost smell that special aroma that I've come to call Casino, the intrinsic scent that wafts out of the open doors of the Bellagio and Caesars and, hopefully, Bally's. I'd love to bottle that aroma. But, I wondered, if I smelled it all the time, would it be so special?
I'd been to Vegas many times before but had never stayed at Bally's. I was looking to make some new memories.
I could feel the palpable adrenaline rush of the upcoming three days of excess. I couldn't wait to get the hell to the hotel and start our vacation.
"Huh?'" I wasn't sure I heard correctly.
"Take off your panties."
We were waiting for the shuttle bus to the hotel, along with a family of six.
"Babe, there are 6 other people waiting to take the shuttle, not even 10 feet away. Four are kids. Now is not the time..."
"Take off your panties."
I looked around. I was intrigued. I leaned against a metal barrier and glanced at the family. They were busy taking pictures and not paying attention to us at all. Except for one girl, probably seven or eight. She had her eyes trained on me. The family was Asian and I figured it was my red hair that was attracting her.
"That little girl over there keeps looking at me. I'll ruin her life for sure if she sees me...you know - PTSD and all that. I can't"
Can't is not a word I say often.
"Take off your panties."
This was going to set the tone for the vacation, I realized. And I wanted to start things off right. I turned my back to the barrier, took my cross body carry-on and positioned it in front of my torso. I began to inch my panties down, slowly using my long sundress and the leather bag as shields.
But Precocious Girl kept looking, sensing something was not quite right with this scene.
"Sweetie, she won't look away. I really shouldn't..."
Shouldn't is not a word I say often.
"Take off your panties."
Now, anyone who knows Tango knows that she loves a challenge. More than the possibility of getting arrested in Las Vegas for indecent exposure (which would be a heck of a vacation story, anyway).
Just then the shuttle arrived and Precocious Girl was distracted and I was able to wiggle my panties down my legs and step out of them.
I balled up the strip of silk in my hand and, after we had boarded the shuttle, put it in the pocket of his shorts.
"There you go, you perv," I laughed proudly as we settled into our seats. "Tango comes through once again!"
But apparently I wasn't done.
"Put your panties back on."
We had just arrived at McCarron after a 5 hour flight from Providence, tired and a bit sweaty. It was July in Vegas.
We were minutes from the Strip and could almost smell that special aroma that I've come to call Casino, the intrinsic scent that wafts out of the open doors of the Bellagio and Caesars and, hopefully, Bally's. I'd love to bottle that aroma. But, I wondered, if I smelled it all the time, would it be so special?
I'd been to Vegas many times before but had never stayed at Bally's. I was looking to make some new memories.
I could feel the palpable adrenaline rush of the upcoming three days of excess. I couldn't wait to get the hell to the hotel and start our vacation.
"Huh?'" I wasn't sure I heard correctly.
"Take off your panties."
We were waiting for the shuttle bus to the hotel, along with a family of six.
"Babe, there are 6 other people waiting to take the shuttle, not even 10 feet away. Four are kids. Now is not the time..."
"Take off your panties."
I looked around. I was intrigued. I leaned against a metal barrier and glanced at the family. They were busy taking pictures and not paying attention to us at all. Except for one girl, probably seven or eight. She had her eyes trained on me. The family was Asian and I figured it was my red hair that was attracting her.
"That little girl over there keeps looking at me. I'll ruin her life for sure if she sees me...you know - PTSD and all that. I can't"
Can't is not a word I say often.
"Take off your panties."
This was going to set the tone for the vacation, I realized. And I wanted to start things off right. I turned my back to the barrier, took my cross body carry-on and positioned it in front of my torso. I began to inch my panties down, slowly using my long sundress and the leather bag as shields.
But Precocious Girl kept looking, sensing something was not quite right with this scene.
"Sweetie, she won't look away. I really shouldn't..."
Shouldn't is not a word I say often.
"Take off your panties."
Now, anyone who knows Tango knows that she loves a challenge. More than the possibility of getting arrested in Las Vegas for indecent exposure (which would be a heck of a vacation story, anyway).
Just then the shuttle arrived and Precocious Girl was distracted and I was able to wiggle my panties down my legs and step out of them.
I balled up the strip of silk in my hand and, after we had boarded the shuttle, put it in the pocket of his shorts.
"There you go, you perv," I laughed proudly as we settled into our seats. "Tango comes through once again!"
But apparently I wasn't done.
"Put your panties back on."
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