It was July in Vegas and we had just arrived at Bally's. Not as nice as some of the other hotels/casinos I've stayed at, but we didn't plan to be in our room much. Actually, as soon as we found our room (which took close to an hour; we actually felt like rats in a maze) we dumped our luggage and stuff and headed toute de suite to the Stratosphere for some thrills.
I love amusement rides (but you've already guessed that - Tango likes her adrenaline rush) and when I mentioned Insanity to BF several months previously, I also showed him a video of the ride (if you've never been, look it up on YouTube) just so he knew what he would be getting himself into. BF seemed down with it. So off we went, the Stratosphere being the Emerald City and the Vegas Strip the Yellow Brick Rd.
There is this thing about the Vegas Strip. All the casinos seem so close together, yet it takes forever to get from one to the other. We could see the Stratosphere in the distance, yet the more we walked, the farther away it seemed. Dorothy and her posse would never have been able to get from Bally's to the Stratosphere in the time it took for those Ruby Slippers to work their magic and send her home. But we didn't want to go home; we wanted to get to the fucking Stratosphere and back before we were due to see Jubilee at 8pm.
Finally, after forever, we were on the elevator to the top of the Stratosphere. BF leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Take off your panties."
We were on a fucking elevator with 10 other people, dude. No way was that going to happen. But I knew, deep down (from that Deep Down Special Place That Made Me Moist), that before the afternoon was done, I would be riding Insanity, somehow, commando.
We exited the elevator and made our way up to the queue of people who had paid shitloads of money to scare themselves silly.
But if BF was going to pay that much money for a five minute amusement ride, he wanted his money's worth. And I knew what that meant.
"Take off your panties."
"Babe, I'm not wearing a dress this time, I have shorts on. And even if I could, there are people to our left and right."
But the bar had been established when waiting for the shuttlebus from McCarron to Bally's. He wanted to make it more difficult for me this time. This ride wasn't Insanity, it was Unpantity. Could I do it?
Could Tango do it? Need anyone doubt? Again, using my cross body bag as a shield, I carefully inched my thong down. It was moist with sweat and other juices that had leaked from that Deep Down Special Place. No one was looking. I quickly stepped out of the thong on my left side. Halfway there.
All of a sudden the line started to move, and we were out in the blazing Vegas sunlight. I had my panties half on and half off. We were also next in line to board Unpantity.
"Oh my god," I said, looking like a squirrel caught in the headlights of a car. "What do I do now?"
BF just looked at me and mouthed "Take off your panties".
But there was no time to do or say anything as we boarded Unpantity. BF and I sat down next to each other, strapped in and ready to roll.
The arm of the ride moved and hung us 64 feet over the edge of the Stratosphere. We looked down and there was nothing. Only 900 feet of air.
The ride started spinning.
"Take off your panties."
I looked at him as we started to gain momentum, our seats starting to mechanically move parallel to the ground. It was now or never. I somehow was able to slip out of the other side of my thong as we started spinning faster and faster.
I had the thong in my hand but couldn't quite figure out how to give it to BF - we were spinning way too fast and were now exactly parallel to the ground.
The other people on the ride started screaming; so did BF. But he wasn't screaming in terror. He was screaming "Give me your panties!"
They were balled up in my hand and as centrifugal force started to take over, it was getting to be too difficult to do much of anything other than hold the harness and scream.
But I was Tango.
I reached out to hand the thong to BF. I don't know if he did it on purpose but he missed my panty hand-off, and the black piece of silk started to float slowly down the 900 feet of air, BF and I watching it drift this way and that as the air currents carried it like a teeny tiny pussy-parachute.
We'd been in Vegas less than a day and already I was down two pairs of panties.
Damn, I thought, as BF's hand slid up my thigh and into my shorts, this was going to be the best vacation EVER.
I love amusement rides (but you've already guessed that - Tango likes her adrenaline rush) and when I mentioned Insanity to BF several months previously, I also showed him a video of the ride (if you've never been, look it up on YouTube) just so he knew what he would be getting himself into. BF seemed down with it. So off we went, the Stratosphere being the Emerald City and the Vegas Strip the Yellow Brick Rd.
There is this thing about the Vegas Strip. All the casinos seem so close together, yet it takes forever to get from one to the other. We could see the Stratosphere in the distance, yet the more we walked, the farther away it seemed. Dorothy and her posse would never have been able to get from Bally's to the Stratosphere in the time it took for those Ruby Slippers to work their magic and send her home. But we didn't want to go home; we wanted to get to the fucking Stratosphere and back before we were due to see Jubilee at 8pm.
Finally, after forever, we were on the elevator to the top of the Stratosphere. BF leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Take off your panties."
We were on a fucking elevator with 10 other people, dude. No way was that going to happen. But I knew, deep down (from that Deep Down Special Place That Made Me Moist), that before the afternoon was done, I would be riding Insanity, somehow, commando.
We exited the elevator and made our way up to the queue of people who had paid shitloads of money to scare themselves silly.
But if BF was going to pay that much money for a five minute amusement ride, he wanted his money's worth. And I knew what that meant.
"Take off your panties."
"Babe, I'm not wearing a dress this time, I have shorts on. And even if I could, there are people to our left and right."
But the bar had been established when waiting for the shuttlebus from McCarron to Bally's. He wanted to make it more difficult for me this time. This ride wasn't Insanity, it was Unpantity. Could I do it?
Could Tango do it? Need anyone doubt? Again, using my cross body bag as a shield, I carefully inched my thong down. It was moist with sweat and other juices that had leaked from that Deep Down Special Place. No one was looking. I quickly stepped out of the thong on my left side. Halfway there.
All of a sudden the line started to move, and we were out in the blazing Vegas sunlight. I had my panties half on and half off. We were also next in line to board Unpantity.
"Oh my god," I said, looking like a squirrel caught in the headlights of a car. "What do I do now?"
BF just looked at me and mouthed "Take off your panties".
But there was no time to do or say anything as we boarded Unpantity. BF and I sat down next to each other, strapped in and ready to roll.
The arm of the ride moved and hung us 64 feet over the edge of the Stratosphere. We looked down and there was nothing. Only 900 feet of air.
The ride started spinning.
"Take off your panties."
I looked at him as we started to gain momentum, our seats starting to mechanically move parallel to the ground. It was now or never. I somehow was able to slip out of the other side of my thong as we started spinning faster and faster.
I had the thong in my hand but couldn't quite figure out how to give it to BF - we were spinning way too fast and were now exactly parallel to the ground.
The other people on the ride started screaming; so did BF. But he wasn't screaming in terror. He was screaming "Give me your panties!"
They were balled up in my hand and as centrifugal force started to take over, it was getting to be too difficult to do much of anything other than hold the harness and scream.
But I was Tango.
I reached out to hand the thong to BF. I don't know if he did it on purpose but he missed my panty hand-off, and the black piece of silk started to float slowly down the 900 feet of air, BF and I watching it drift this way and that as the air currents carried it like a teeny tiny pussy-parachute.
We'd been in Vegas less than a day and already I was down two pairs of panties.
Damn, I thought, as BF's hand slid up my thigh and into my shorts, this was going to be the best vacation EVER.
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