“Welcome to Las Vegas,” I said crawling off her a second time.
“I think I’m going to like it here.” Marilyn smiled and sat upright.
“For some reason, I’m hungry.”
“I can’t imagine why!” Marilyn stood and picked up her clothing and went into the bedroom. I did the same.
I saw the bags still sitting on the bed where I had dropped them. I pulled my pants back on and then tossed my bags on the dresser. I unpacked and put everything in a dresser or the closet, then closed my empty bags and stuck them in the back of the closet. Meanwhile Marilyn went into the shower and cleaned up. I put her suitcases on the bed. She came out in a hotel bathrobe and I had her do the same while I cleaned up. When I returned, she had her bags unpacked, so I stuffed them into the closet also. Then I grabbed a clean pair of slacks and a sport shirt. She watched as I slid the pants on commando fashion. “Don’t forget the uniform of the day.”
That got me a laugh. “You and your uniforms! You just want to be able to get into my pants without my pants being in the way!”
“I think it’s important that I be able to reinforce any lessons you learn. Not just teach the lesson, but to do the lab work necessary, as soon as possible.”
Marilyn pulled a knee length white sundress from the closet and slipped it over her head, and then slipped into some dressy sandals. “Is this what you had in mind?”
I don’t think she realized just how light the dress was on her, but boy did it look good! I swallowed and nodded. “Just fine!” Oh my God, but we weren’t ever going to make it out of the room! We’d be spending a week on room service at this rate!
Marilyn was oblivious to me. She grabbed her makeup kit and headed back into the bathroom, coming out ten minutes later looking even more desirable. Now she had on some lipstick, a trace of perfume, and the necklace I had given her for Christmas. When she moved it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, and you couldn’t see any panty lines either. “You look good enough to eat!” I said, and licked my lips lewdly.
“Hold that thought for later!”
“Okay!”
In another life, Marilyn and I had gotten to Vegas on a trip we earned when our office sold the most homes, back before the Great Recession. By then we were well into our forties, almost fifty, and we were both thoroughly jaded. We both enjoyed it, quite a bit, but we had already perfected our favorite sins by then, and there was little left that could shock or awe us. Now, doing it with a nineteen year old novice at my side, it was like taking a little kid to Disney World for the first time. An adult Disney World. I definitely would have some fun with Marilyn this week!
First stop was through the casino and into a large lunch shop where we had oversized sandwiches and some beers. Regardless of what you think about Vegas, you can’t say they don’t feed you! I figured while we were here, I’d make sure we sampled a few of the buffets, which are quite literally world renowned. One thing you have to be careful of is that these new casino resorts, like Caesars or the MGM Grand, or some of the others under construction, offer everything. You never have to even leave the property. I wanted to get out some.
After lunch we went all around, through the casino and outside to the swimming pool and over to the auditorium where the big name shows were held, and we stopped at a couple of the bars and clubs for drinks. There were also a number of little shops and boutiques, although they hadn’t built the gigantic shopping center they called the Forum yet. That was probably (or would be — strange thing with these verb tenses) one of the most expensive shopping districts on the planet. I teased Marilyn that I would take her into some of the boutiques to pick out a swimsuit for her. Several of the suits they were showing were shockingly small, and I simply told her we wanted something smaller.
By late afternoon, we headed back up to our room. We both used the bathroom, and then I dragged her off to the bedroom. “Remember what I said about looking good enough to eat?” Marilyn laughed and I pulled her dress up and over her head, leaving her in her sandals and jewelry. We tumbled down onto the bed and I rolled onto my back while Marilyn undid my clothing. As soon as my pants were down far enough, I pulled her into a sitting position over my face, and we had a very enjoyable round of 69. It was so enjoyable, in fact, we celebrated it with a second round. Afterwards, we napped.
In some ways, our Vegas vacation was a lot like our Ocean City vacation, as in we goofed off and had a lot of sex. In between we worked on our tans, did some shopping, and did some nightlife. On the other hand, Las Vegas is one hell of a lot larger and more sophisticated city than Ocean City! There are some very nice restaurants, many nightclubs, some of which are rather risqué. Marilyn had never seen topless showgirls before! I took advantage of our being there to take her to see Wayne Newton one night and Frank Sinatra, back out of retirement, another night. I hadn’t appreciated him on my first go; now I had the chance to rectify my ignorance.
That was one of the things I wanted to change this time around. I enjoyed music as much as the next guy. I wanted to see some concerts that I had never seen before. I had already taken Marilyn to see Seals and Croft at the RPI Field House freshman year, like we had before. Just like then, we made out under the mirror ball during the encore. Okay, it’s corny, but so what!
Now I had a whole list of others I wanted to see — Pink Floyd doing The Wall live, The Grateful Dead before Jerry passed away, the Dixie Chicks before they self-destructed. Certainly Frank ranked in the lists of the greats!
I could also skip some really bad concerts! I remember paying good money to see America at the Field House. They came out an hour late, so stoned they could barely pick up their instruments, played a lame-ass 45 minute set, and then bugged out saying they had to go to the airport.
It was still too soon for the really decadent lifestyle to hit Vegas openly. The town was about to try rebranding itself as family friendly as it put up giant new resorts and closed down the older casinos. By the mid-90s it became apparent that this wasn’t what people really wanted, so the city went back to its roots with the slogan, ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!’ By the 2000s, you started seeing resorts with secluded ‘European style’ pools, where you could be topless or nude, and Caesars had a nightclub with backlit translucent walls, where nude women would dance on the opposite side and all you could see was their nude shadows.
I spent a few dollars on Marilyn, buying her a couple of very nice dresses, and several pairs of thigh high stockings. She found them silly, but she sure liked what they got me in the mood for. I bought her this gorgeous calf length halter-topped wrap dress in a light blue silk, and some very sheer and long stockings for the night we went to see the Chairman of the Board, and I dressed in a nice charcoal suit. We looked like young jetsetters out for a night on the town. At the end of the night, I slipped the dress off of her and luxuriated in the feel of the nylons caressing my thighs and hips as she rode me back in our room.
Needless to say, I took her into the boutiques and bought her a couple of swimsuits, one a side tie string bikini, and the other a crocheted one piece suit that wasn’t much larger. Marilyn was very nervous wearing them down to the pool, especially the bikini, but got a number of wolf whistles when she took off her cover-up. I whispered all sorts of naughty things to her when I put suntan lotion on her back.