As I lay naked in bed in a rustic cabin in Yosemite National Park, yesterday was still fresh in my mind. I touched myself with the thought of embracing nature with new friends. My hand explored the folds between my thighs, reminiscing about yesterday. Meeting a group of free-spirited and open-minded people was perfect. They not only shared their knowledge of the outdoors with me, they shared their bodies. In turn, I gave myself freely to both men and women, delighting in sexual pleasures in the forest. Becoming one with nature is something I will never forget.

My friends moved on. I was alone in the cabin, and I knew I had to vacate before noon. I had to make a choice: where do I go from here? Traveling with no schedule and no destination is more difficult than I expected. I went to the public showers to clean myself of yesterday’s encounter, then to the dining hall for a hearty breakfast. I was ready for the next leg of my journey, but where? The Internet was spotty in the park, so I had to rely on a paper map and train schedule. While I was sitting at my table eating, an older couple at the next table saw me studying the map.

One thing I’ve realized on this trip is that being a young, attractive woman alone seems to draw people who want to help me. The woman at the next table leaned over and asked, “Pardon me, do you need some directions?”

“Oh, I’m not sure. I’m on vacation, and I haven’t decided where my next stop will be.”

The man she was with chimed in. “Have you been to Las Vegas? There's no place like it.”

“That’s funny, I was just considering it. I was checking the Amtrak schedule, and there doesn’t seem to be an easy way to get there from here. I have to backtrack west. It looks like it will take about sixteen hours if I can make all the connections. It’s a pretty roundabout way to get there.”

The couple looked at one another, staring and not saying anything. After a few minutes of silence, the woman introduced herself. “My name is Rona, and this is my husband Mitch. We’re from Henderson. That’s about thirty miles east of Vegas. We’re heading home in about an hour. You’re welcome to ride with us; we pass right through downtown Las Vegas on our way home.”

Mitch was curious. “Why aren’t you driving? Getting around in California without a car is unheard of.”

“I’m from New York City. I don’t own a car, and honestly, I barely know how to drive. I use trains, buses, and taxis wherever I have to go. In hindsight, I guess I should have rented a car. I didn’t realize that mass transit was so spotty here.”

He laughed. “That’s an understatement. We’ll be checking out in about an hour. Do you want a ride? Las Vegas is about a six-hour drive. That's a hell of a lot better than all day and half the night traveling.”

My expression must have given away the relief I had knowing I didn’t have to travel by bus and train. “I would love a ride. Thank you.”

“We have to pack the car and check out. Let’s meet in the parking lot at the Welcome Center in one hour,” Rona said.

“Perfect! I’ll see you in an hour.” I hurried back to the cabin to gather my backpack.

Rona and Mitch were an older couple; if I had to guess, I’d say they were in their mid-sixties. When I was a little girl, I was taught to never get into a car with strangers. Now, here I was about to ride to Las Vegas with two people whom I had no clue as to who they were. I don’t know why, but I trusted them. I wasn’t nervous at all. It’s probably because they looked like they could be my grandparents.

It didn’t take me long to collect my belongings, and I was back at the Welcome Center parking lot in no time. They arrived just a few minutes later. Mitch took my backpack and secured it with their luggage. They travel in a large SUV, and I had the entire back seat to myself. When I climbed in, I was able to spread out. It was very comfortable. We were off, and I was leaving behind an amazing memory of a sexual encounter in the great outdoors.

The ride started with some idle chitchat. It was all the usual questions that people who had just met usually ask. Where are you from? What do you do? Have you ever been to Las Vegas… very generic conversation. After a half hour or so, the discussion died down. To relax, I quietly slid my hand into my shorts and started to massage my clit. Rona may have noticed, but she didn’t say anything. I muffled my moans and held back the urge to scream when I came, then I fell asleep. The last thing I remembered was seeing a deer dart across the road.

I must have been unconscious for most of the trip. When I opened my eyes, I could see the skyline of Las Vegas in the distance.

Rona turned to me with a big grin on her face. “Hello sleepyhead. Do you feel good? Did you have a nice nap?” Just by the way she asked the question, I was sure she knew I was masturbating in the back seat. It would have been fun if she had joined me.

I smiled and nodded yes. “I was on an all-day hike yesterday with a group of people. I didn’t realize how tired I still was.” I didn’t think it was necessary to give the details of me fucking the group or about the lesbian orgy in the cabin last night.

“Where would you like us to drop you off?” Mitch asked.

“I’m not familiar with Las Vegas. Do you have a suggestion?”

Rona spoke. “You should probably start downtown on Fremont Street. It's old Las Vegas; everything is close by. I think you’ll like it there. If you want to venture to the strip, it’ll require a taxi ride.”

“Downtown it is.” I decided.

About fifteen minutes later, the SUV pulled up to an old-time hotel called the El Cortez. I saw a billboard for it out on the highway. It read, The El Cortez: Just like when Bugsy owned the Joint. That sounded perfect; old, gritty, and smokey, just like in the movies. I thanked Mitch and Rona and invited them to join me inside for a drink. They declined, saying they’d been away for a while and wanted to get home. We exchanged phone numbers, saying we would get together in a few days. I knew that would never happen, and I never saw them again.

When I walked in, the billboard wasn’t kidding. I felt like I had stepped into a time machine. Out on the street, it was 2025; inside the El Cortez, it was 1947. I stepped up to check in, and the clerk asked if I wanted an original room or a more modern suite in the tower. An original room sounded like it would be fun in this throwback in time. It was small, above the casino, and had old furniture. It was perfect. I wasn’t there to enjoy the room. I changed into skimpy shorts to show off my legs and a tight t-shirt with no bra to show off my puffy nipples, then I ventured downstairs to the casino.

It was my first time trying my luck at gambling, and with all the confidence I could muster, I sat at a crowded roulette table. A cocktail waitress offered me a drink. I declined; I didn’t know they were complimentary while gambling. Just as well, it was too early for me to get wasted. I played for almost two hours and eventually wound up losing a hundred dollars. It was fun, but it was time to venture outside and see what Fremont Street was all about.

Fremont Street is the original Las Vegas strip. A block from the El Cortez, the street is closed to traffic and has a carnival-like atmosphere. It's several blocks long and is enclosed with a roof overhead that has a constant light show. It’s full of shops, bars, restaurants, hotels, and casinos, and has a zip-line that runs above the street. There are street performers and kiosks. I found a rack with a free newspaper filled with ads for shows, bars, and clubs. I took one.

I passed several restaurants and casinos before my first stop, a place called Binion's Gambling Hall. It was bustling with activity. There is an outside lounge called The Whiskey Licker Bar at the front of the casino. It was a great place to start my evening. I love to watch people, and this perch gave me a great view of the crowd walking on Fremont Street. I ordered a frozen Pina Colada and watched people strolling by as I flipped through the pages of the newspaper.

The Pina Colada was refreshing and went down too quickly. I ordered a second, then a third. I was feeling pretty good as I scanned the newspaper when a small ad caught my eye. An adult club on Western Avenue holds an amateur night every Thursday, and the first prize is $500. Now this was just the kind of naughtiness I could get into. I finished my drink and pulled out my phone to order an Uber. The ride was less than ten minutes.

The car pulled up to a large, bright pink building that looked more like a warehouse than a club. I was early. The amateur contest didn't start for two hours, so I had some time to kill. Before I exited my ride, I asked the driver if there was an adult store where I could buy something more appropriate for the contest than the shorts and t-shirt I was wearing. I read online that the best tour guides in Las Vegas are taxi drivers. That information was spot on. He knew exactly where to go and took me to a store close by. I asked him to wait, that I wouldn't be too long.

I walked into a huge selection of vibrators, lubes, fetish toys, costumes, and lingerie. As much as I wanted to buy a dozen different toys, I didn't want to have to carry everything on the rest of my trip. A rack that contained different costumes was where I wound up. A nurse's uniform? No. A nun's habit? No. A police officer? No. Then I found it! A Catholic schoolgirl uniform. A plaid miniskirt, white thigh-high stockings, and a matching white blouse. Then I picked out some virgin-white cotton panties to finish off the illusion of being a young girl. This was perfect to perform in.

As promised, my driver waited for me and drove me back to the pink warehouse. I tipped him well then I walked in and told the very large man at the door, “I’m here for the amateur contest. Is there a place to get ready?”

He said, "You have to be eighteen to enter."

It surprised me. I guess I do look like a schoolgirl. "I'm twenty-one. Here is my license."

Holding it under a light, he spent an unusual amount of time studying my identification. "It looks real. There is a dressing room near the stage. Good luck, I think you have a shot at the prize tonight."

"Thanks." I didn't know if he was being nice or if he meant it. I took it as a compliment and proceeded to the dressing room.

The contest didn’t start for another hour. There were already three girls in the room. None of them looked like amateurs. I think they were all professional dancers who wanted a chance at an easy $500. The reason I assumed they were all pros was their fake tits. I stood in front of a mirror, and I looked titless next to these women. It wasn’t long before three more women entered the room. Two looked like the first three; the last was nervous, and I could tell it was probably her first time.

I approached her. “Hi, my name is Lexi. It’s my first time doing something like this.” That wasn’t completely true. I’ve been to sex clubs in New York and have participated in orgies and played the part of sex slave in front of a small crowd.

She looked apprehensive. “I’m Emily. I left my husband about three weeks ago, and I’m already out of money. It is a big crowd out there tonight. I’ve never taken my clothes off in public before. I wonder if it’s always this busy. ”

“Just go out there and do what comes naturally. You’ll be fine.”

She was chatty. I think it was nerves. “I bought this red garter, matching stockings, and this red see-through negligée. I looked at pictures of performers online, and they all wore outfits like this.”

She continued, “I really need to win tonight. I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t. I had to check out of the hotel I’m staying at. I maxed out on my credit card buying this outfit.”

I smiled as I looked her over. She was beautiful. Her hair was auburn, and her skin was pale and near perfect. As she started to remove her street clothes, I thought, ‘She has a real chance of winning this competition. I hope she does. She sounds a little desperate.’ When she looked at me, I noticed her eyes were green as emeralds. The excitement built up as I watched her get ready, and I could feel myself start to get wet.

A man from the club came into the dressing room to give us instructions. He spoke to us as a group. It was obvious to me that he knew all the women with the fake balloon tits. He explained how it works. It was a contest, so there was no pay. We get to pick our music, and we only get one selection, no encores. He added that there was no touching the spectators from the stage, and whatever tips we are offered, we get to keep. He would call us out and introduce us. When the music begins, start your act. We had to let him know if we use a stage name. After everyone danced, the audience would vote on the winner.

About ten minutes later, the door swung open. “Tina Filipina, you’re up!”

‘Really? That was her stage name?’ I just giggled.

I was finished putting on my new costume, and if I do say so, I looked damn sexy. It was so exciting being in a room with six near-naked women. Only one I found attractive though… Emily. She stood in front of a full-length mirror admiring herself. I thought she looked stunning. Her nipples were rock hard, and her auburn bush was like a thick pelt. Her all-red outfit was alluring.

“You are a beautiful woman. I think you are a shoo-in for the prize money.” I wanted to push her down and bury my tongue between her legs, but it wasn’t the time or place for that. When I glanced at my outfit, I could see that my cotton panties were already showing a damp spot. It didn’t matter; I would be out of them in no time.

We were called out in the order we arrived. The three women who were there before me all danced. It was finally my turn.

“Lexi! You’re up! Good luck, sweetheart.” He gave me a little pat on the ass as I walked out of the dressing room.

As soon as I took my first step on the stage, the music started. No warm-up time, they push you right into your dance. I chose “You Shook Me All Night Long” by AC/DC. It’s a high-energy song about three and a half minutes long. The seats around the stage were all occupied by men. There were also a few women scattered in the room. They keep the temperature cold; I’m certain this was to make all the girls' nipples stand up. It worked; mine were like diamonds poking through the thin silk blouse I was wearing.

My schoolgirl mini skirt and white stockings were a hit. I got into a rhythm right away. The first thing to come off was the cotton panties that were saturated with arousal. A gentleman in his sixties was waving a hundred-dollar bill at me. I threw the panties to him, squatted down in front of him, and gave him a perfect view of my pussy. I knew I was glistening, and I got close enough that I was sure he could enjoy my sweet aroma. Next to come off was my thin blouse. I rubbed my breasts and pinched my nipples. The crowd cheered. My conclusion was dropping the skirt to the floor and strutting to the beat of the song up and down the stage for everyone to get a good look. There were dollar bills everywhere. When the song was over, I bent over, facing the crowd, to pick up my outfit and money.

In all, I collected $142. Not bad, it paid for my little outfit and I made a few dollars. I quickly exited the stage to make room for the next contestant. Emily was sitting there and looking nervous.

She saw me and asked, “How was it?”

“Thrilling! I loved it, and I made some money too. Trust me, you’re going to do great out there. I’ll be out there watching and cheering for you.” Then I leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

"That was nice. I liked that," she said.

I put my schoolgirl outfit back on, minus the panties, and went to watch the last dancers. Emily was the last to perform. She did well, but I knew she didn’t win. The two women before her were experienced, and both had the crowd cheering as they left the stage. When Emily finished her dance, the same man who gave us instructions climbed the stage and called us back up to be judged.

One by one, he called out our names for the audience to applaud. The three dancers before me all received a decent response. Then my name was called. The cheers were loud and long. At this point, I thought I had a chance at the prize. Then reality set in. The next name announced brought a roar from the crowd. It was obvious that she was going to win. By the time he got to Emily, the response was polite. With her looks, it surprised me that she didn’t fare better.

We were all escorted back to the dressing room and told to change back into street clothes. He informed us that we were welcome back into the club, but we couldn’t solicit anyone for private lap dances. That was fine with me. I was going to sit and watch some of the dancers.

When I found Emily, she was visibly upset. “I don’t know what I am going to do. I have nowhere to go.”

I don’t even know this woman or her story, but I felt sorry for her. I held her hand as if we were best friends for years. “Sweetie, I have a nice hotel room at the El Cortez on Fremont Street. Why don’t you come back with me, spend the night, and we’ll figure out something in the morning.”

Her eyes welled up, and a tear rolled down her cheek. “I can’t believe you would do that for me. Is your name really Lexi?”

“It’s Alexis, and yes, that's my real name. My aunt started to call me Lexi when I was a baby. The name stuck, and now that’s what everyone calls me. It is a perfect pole dancer name, isn’t it?” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

That put a smile on her face. We packed up our outfits and I called for a taxi. It didn’t take long for our ride to pick us up. It was almost 1 AM, and the streets were packed with people. Our car pulled up at the front door of the hotel, and I could tell that Emily was tense.

I took her hand, helping her out of the car. “Don’t worry. Everything is going to be okay. Things have a way of working out. I believe you’re a decent person. Good things happen to good people.”

We were holding hands as we walked through the casino to the elevator. All I could think of was how beautiful she looked naked. The full shock of hair between her legs was on my mind. Earlier, I kissed her and she showed no resistance. Now, I had to make a decision: do I seduce her, or do I let her sleep? My decision will be made in the next few minutes before we arrive at my room.

As I opened the door, Emily asked, “Would you mind if I shower? I’d like to wash the stink of the strip club off of my body.”

“Of course not. Be my guest.”

She dropped her bag on the floor and started to strip in front of me. “Are you going to shower before bed?”

I replied, “Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. As soon as you’re finished, I’ll do the same.”

“Why wait? Come join me, we can scrub each other’s backs.”

Hearing the words confirmed my intentions. The sight of her thick bush and firm tits made my body drool with anticipation. I didn’t say a word. I dropped my clothes, took her by the hand, and stepped into the shower with her.

We did more than scrub each other’s backs. The hot water was raining down on us as she pushed me against the tile wall and dropped to her knees. Her fingers opened me up, exposing the tiny pearl that makes me crazy when touched. Her lips latched onto me with a sucking motion. My legs grew weak. Almost immediately, I started to come.

I started to pant heavily. “Oh, Emily! You found it! That’s the spot! More…”

My fingers started to touch my nipples as the orgasm continued. Then I pinched hard, twisting them, screaming in ecstasy. Emily’s mouth never let up on my swollen clit.

The whimpers coming from my mouth turned into a plea. “No more, I can’t take it anymore. You’re going to make me pass out!”

She looked up at me with a devilish grin on her face. Then, several fingers penetrated me. It sent me into an instant frenzy. My body weakened as she had her way with me, and my knees buckled. I slid down the tile wall as she continued to finger-fuck me. I was helpless as the water sprayed my face. As quickly as she started, she stopped. I needed more. When she was done with me, she stood and stepped out of the shower. I was out of my mind, lying on the floor, shaking, trying to recover from the earth-shattering orgasm that she gave me.

As she turned off the water, she looked down at me and said, “Are you just going to lie there, or are you going to join me in bed?”

Emily’s hand extended, helping me off the shower floor. She kissed my neck, opened a large towel, and wrapped me in it to dry off. “When I saw you at the club, I was attracted to you. Then, you kissed me and I knew I wanted you.”

It was as if a dam broke inside my body. She pulled the towel from my body and pushed me down on the bed. Emily was a different person from the woman who was nervous to perform at the club. She stood over me, surveying my body. I spread my legs, inviting her to take me again.

“No. It’s my turn now,” she said.

Emily straddled my body. The fur between her legs was radiant. It was obvious that she was as aroused as I was. I’ve been with women who have decided to go natural, but I had never seen a bush this full. It was like she had a mink coat covering her clit. She held my wrists over my head and shimmied up my body. Her legs held my arms in place as she spread her pussy open, settling in on my mouth. The pungent taste was glorious. Her thighs were wrapped around my head, and I could hear a slight moan as I clung onto her nub.

Her hands let my wrists go, and she sat straight up. She was grinding into my face, at times smothering me. She screamed as she came. My face was soaked from her orgasm. Then her motion stopped. I wasn’t sure what was next. Her body fell to the side, and she was out of breath. We lay there not saying anything.

I looked into her eyes and said, “You taste so sweet. I loved making you come.”

A huge smile came across her face. She rolled onto her side and held me. I’ve known Emily for just a few hours, yet I got the feeling that she was treating me like a long-term lover. It was just a gut feeling I had. I’ve spent the night with men and women in the past, but the vibe was different. The way she was touching me and cuddling with me gave me an odd sense.

“Where should we go tomorrow? I have an idea. Let’s drive to the Grand Canyon.”

My instinct was correct. In the morning, I wanted her to move on. I didn’t want my kindness in giving her a place to stay to be confused with wanting a relationship. Maybe my intentions were selfish, but I enjoy my freedom. I didn’t want to be cruel, but I needed to let her know this was a one-and-done occurrence.

“Emily, I think you have the wrong idea. I’m moving on in the morning to my next adventure. You told me you had nowhere to stay, and I was trying to be nice. What we had tonight was great, but my travels don’t include you.”

She started to cry. “I don’t know what I will do?”

I knew I had to be firm. I couldn’t let her problem become mine. “I’m sorry, but that is the way it is. You’re welcome to stay the night, but in the morning, you have to go. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

What I really wanted was for her to leave now. She was sobbing. I lifted myself from the bed, grabbed my backpack, and said, “I’m going downstairs to the casino to play a few hands of blackjack. Get some sleep.”

Instead of the casino, I went to the front desk and asked for another room. I didn’t want to spend the rest of the night with Emily. I settled into the new bed and went to sleep.

The next morning, I started my day alone. There were no signs of Emily. I was free to continue my vacation and on to the next endeavor in my time in Sin City.