1. Vegas Skyline


    Date: 9/6/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: KristenO, Source: LushStories

    I met Jeff at the blackjack tables at the MGM Grand. I wore white heels, sheer white stockings (clipped to a garter belt, also white) and a sleeveless, short white dress that comes down to my mid-thigh and has a plunging neckline. I also wore a red lace bra underneath (sometimes peeking out) and dangling garnet earrings plus a necklace with a red heart pendant resting between my breasts. I sat down at the table, certain that I’d finally learned enough about the game to at least let my chips last a few hours. The one open chair was between a fat cowboy with a bushy beard and an attractive guy, who gave me a quick look over and an easy smile as I sat next to him. This guy looked about thirty-five, with short black hair and dark eyes, goatee, an athletic build, very nice smile, and just a comforting easy-going way about him. I smiled and said hi to him and the cowboy and the dealer. It was a twenty dollar minimum bet table, and I had about eight-hundred dollars in chips in my purse. I made small talk with the cute guy, who introduced himself as Jeff. I also talked with the cowboy. Of course I flirted with both. I pretended to not have any idea what I was doing, and kept asking Jeff for advice. It seemed a good idea, since he seemed to be a pretty good player, with a hefty stack of chips in front of him. Over the next two hours or so, the people at the table change. We change dealers but Jeff and I keep talking. He was from Chicago and in Vegas for some convention. He was doing ...
    pretty good at the tables but my eight-hundred is down to about hundred and fifty before it begins to rise again. The drinks keep coming (god, I love Vegas for that!) and I keep downing them. The alcohol makes me flirt even more, and he’s open to it. I’m back up and past my starting stash, with about a thousand dollars when Jeff says he’s had enough. He gathers his chips, wishes me luck, kisses my cheek, and heads off. A little disappointed, I decide to stay at the table. Three hands later, he comes back and asks if I’d accompany him for a drink and maybe a bite to eat. Of course I say yes. We decide to skip the food. We sit at the bar and order drinks. He refuses to dance with me. Despite that, he’s still a lot of fun. Quite buzzed, and I’m sure he is too, I get encouragement when he rests his hand on my thigh, his thumb gently sliding back and forth on my flesh just below my dress. He eyes my tits and comments on my necklace. “You like it?” I ask, thrusting my chest out so I can look down at it. “It’s a birthday present,” I lie. “Just got it a few days ago. Take a closer look if you want.” He does. He leans down a bit to look. His fingers run over it, also feeling a bit of the rise of my breasts. “Birthday present, huh? Did I miss your birthday?” I nod. “And I didn’t get you anything,” he says. “Come dance with me,” I say, standing. “That’ll make up for it.” I take his hand and start to pull him toward the dancefloor. He stays rooted to his seat, though. In fact, he pulls me ...
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