“So you’ve never been to Vegas before?” Matt asked Karen. He was honestly surprise

“So you’ve never been to Vegas before?” Matt asked Karen. He was honestly surprised that she had never been.

“No, this conference is my first trip. My husband is a little jealous,” she added.  Her husband, Tom had been to Las Vegas dozens of times.  At first, Karen thought he was concerned that she was going along. As it turned out, Tom was just jealous that he wasn’t going himself. She would rather people thought her husband was jealous of other men, so that was how she couched his reservations.

“Don’t worry,” Matt said with a wink, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

It was her colleague’s wink that made her start thinking those impure thoughts. She was going to be alone in a strange city for almost a week and no one there knew her. She could pretend to be anyone, she reasoned.  Sure she had to go to some of the conference events, and Matt was speaking at one of them, but other than that, she could do whatever she wanted.

Those thoughts began to percolate through her mind in the two weeks before her trip. Karen and Tom had met and started dating in their freshman year of college.  She had never really explored any independence on her own.  More and more, this trip was beginning to seem like her chance.

Karen worked herself up into such a frenzy, that the first night in the hotel, she did nothing but eat room service and masturbate furiously.  That normally settled a stray thought or two, but these fantasies were coming in waves.  The next night, she found herself downstairs in the hotel bar, letting strange men buy her drinks while she teased them.

Most of it was harmless flirting, but then she met Steve.  Before she knew it, Karen was upstairs in his room getting fucked from behind by a stranger and letting him cum all over her face.  They continued their romp until the early morning hours when Karen finally made the walk-of-shame back to her own room.

The next night, she was at the bar again and was surprised to see Matt there.  Karen had no way of knowing, but Matt had seen her the night before, leaving the bar holding hands with a strange man.  He approached and seemed more nervous than usual. “Hey, can you help me with my speech?” he squeaked out an excuse nervously. “I’m presenting tomorrow and would love to get your input,” he lied. “We can do it upstairs, I have a suite…” he stopped mid-sentence as Karen stood up and grabbed his hand.

“Sure. Let’s go,” she said keeping up the lie.

“Let me just get my laptop,” Matt said nervously at he let Karen into his suite.  He was trying to play it safe in case he had misread Karen’s signals.  When he returned to the main room, he found Karen topless, looking out the window, her arms and legs stretched.  She spun around revealing her perfect, soft breasts. 

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Isn’t that what you said?” she asked unbuttoning his trousers.  He gulped and nodded. “Let’s try to make this memorable anyway,” she said dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth.