My sister’s houseboat on Lake Mead was a ninety-minute drive, through Vegas traffic from my job on the strip. Finally getting away for a well-earned vacation, the marina was far out where the sky blazed with stars, the spiral arms of the Milky Way spun overhead.

The lake air was always a bit cooler and driving a quiet road with the top down in my tired old convertible was still a thrill.  I was looking for a bar, a cold beer and a baseball game on TV. 

There were quite a few bars in Boulder City, but if I had a favorite one the Saddle Sore was probably it because it was near enough to stumble back to the houseboat if I was too drunk to drive. There were a couple of pick-up trucks and a small compact import in the dusty gravel parking lot, I swung off the road and pulled into a spot near the building.

As I walked in my gaze was immediately drawn to a girl bending over the jukebox just as pretty as you please. She was dressed in a short ruffle denim skirt, white t-shirt and red demi cowgirl boots.  Dark black hair hung shining past her soft shoulders and just a peek of tanned bare booty hung beneath her mini skirt. 

Some of the locals were sitting on bar-stools talking about the girl, catcalling out to her; she either didn’t hear them or didn’t care.  An up-tempo country song had her shaking that booty to the beat. Then she decided to start dancing around the sparse tables of the honky-tonk swinging that sexy skirt and those long legs. 

“What can I get you?” the bartender offered. 

Feeling kind of flush from a couple of winning nights at the casinos I looked to the other guys at the bar and said, “Can I buy you guys a round? Just being friendly.”

A couple of them agreed and I sent over two cold long necks of some local brew and ordered myself a draft beer. The bartender had just  put a large pint of something dark and foamy in front of me when I suddenly got tapped on the shoulder. I turned and looked into a pair of amazing green eyes.

“Hey, you buying drinks? It’s not like I’m invisible, you were eyeing me when you came in!” she complained poking me in the chest playfully. 

I looked over at the bartender and nodded, then said, “I don’t know what you’re drinking but it’s on me, pretty lady.”

“Thanks for the drink and the compliment.  It’s not often I get called a lady when I’m out at a bar,” the brunette grinned slyly. The bartender brought her what looked like a whiskey and soda, which she picked up and belted back. She smiled at me again and returned to her dancing.

I grabbed my beer and found a table with a good view of the brunette and the TV showing a Diamondbacks and Cardinals ball-game.  She kept looking over at me, sometimes tilting her head as if seeing me in a different way.  Her dancing kept coming closer to the table, her questioning looks kept lingering on me. 

Another song came on and she started boot scooting right up to where I sat.  I quickly tried to remember how to two-step and got up when she reached for me.  Pretty soon we were stepping and kicking right along. 

She was good and I was keeping up; soon she was twirling again. In the shadowy bar, her tanned bare booty flashed as her short skirt flared upward and the guys at the bar hooted and cheered her on.

The song ended and we stopped and I took a long look at this delightful debutante dancing with me.  A little bit of fancy and very fine, the brunette had a cute nose, high cheekbones and those sparkling green eyes.  
  
She laughed as our eyes met, “I know you, don’t I?  We met before.”

I laughed at her cause that’s usually the ‘guy’s line’! 

I love a chick with a sense of humor!. 

“Yeah I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody like you,” I told this honky-tonk temptress. Then she said the most unexpected thing, 

“Nope, I remember that damn dimple in your chin. You told me to be careful cause lots of gals have fallen right into it.” 

Wow, that’s exactly my line.  We met somewhere all right. I thought.

“Do you go to the casinos? Cause I work at the Tropicana.”

“Damn it, you’re Daddyo aren’t you?”

This is crazy! This honky-tonk honey knows me!

“Well, damn it, I am!” I said.

“Well, you are something else coming to my bar aren’t you. Whooa!” the girl roared at me. “You know what you did damn it?”

We had gotten back to my table and sat down. In the middle of a dusty Nevada town in a shady saloon, I had bumped into a bucolic beauty.  And somehow incredibly she knew me.

“You’re a devil you are, those dimples and that big damn smile. You are flirty and charming, and damn fine to look at.  Damn it, you gave me thirty-two thousand dollars.”

I coughed and snorted beer right onto the table, wow.

“As my grandma would say it was a most fortuitous event.  You remember me yet, Daddyo darlin’?” she quizzed me.

I looked at the amazing brunette sitting across from me, all sex and wanton wickedness.

Searching through the jumble of hot women I'd seen at the casino then sorting them down to women who might've sat at my table.  Damn. Nothing came to mind.

Wait but, then something, yeah. About three weekends ago those green eyes had shown up at my Pai Gow game.  

Casinos are great places for watching exceptional women strut their stuff, especially on the weekends. This was one of those exceptional women; I tried to remember her name but it eluded me somehow.  
 
On her white tee shirt the letters NP stood boldly stretched across her pert breasts, her nipples poking straight at me through the thin cotton. 

“Natalie Portman?” I asked grinning at her. 

“That’s cute, but I ain’t no movie star,” she looked back at me smiling but a bit annoyed.

“Nancy Parker?”

“Nancy who? NP! Hah, ha, the big NP on my tee shirt! That’s funny! That’s not my initials. Oh, Daddyo. That’s a fashion statement.” Suddenly the guys at the bar were interested again, they leaned over on their bar-stools waiting expectantly.  Her chair faced me and the bar behind me.  

“NP is for no panties, naked pussy!”

Then just like that, she threw her boot up on the table spreading her panty-free pussy in front of me.  Smooth tanned skin, shaved completely bare, her soft lips starting to open, glistening with her warm moisture.  Her skirt was high above her waist, her long slender leg stretched out onto the table, her hot honey hole no longer hid from anyone in the bar.

“You know what Daddyo?  We’re going to have us some fun tonight,” she told me.  Then she hopped her naked butt spreadeagled onto my lap and grabbed me by the neck.  Her lips pushed onto mine, her hot intensity bored into my brain. I pushed back, and put my hand under the short skirt between her naked legs. 

I broke off from her kiss.

“What are you doing the next three days or so, Sugar?”

“Sugar, I like that,” she cooed in my ear.  “Why Sugar?”

“Cause you’re sweet.”

“Damn you’re a smooth devil, ain’t you. And you know what? Since you asked I’m on vacation for a while.”  She clamped her mouth back on mine and bathed it with her kisses.

Two things were on my mind, the growing bulge in my jeans from this 'no panty, naked pussy' nympho perched on my crotch.  The other was my hand stroking this sultry siren’s soft shaven snatch, a moist hot pocket hungry for my pecker to poke deep into. 

She continued to push into me, offering her boobs to my mouth. I nibbled her nipples thru the white cotton tee, she gripped my head and pulled me in. Down below her puffy lower labia thrilled to my touch, little quivers shook her thighs as she straddled me. Her skirt was above her waist, her whole bottom was naked on my lap.  

As I tore her tee shirt upward she started to whisper in my ear. 

“And that thirty-two thousand dollars I won on your Pai Gow game? That was just enough for me to pay off the tax and licenses to re-open my daddy’s bar, which you came into tonight,” her gentle voice told me.

She shrugged the tee off, now mostly naked but for a bit of ruffled skirt which was less a garment than a decoration bunched about her waist. Bouncy boobs and naked naughty perfection smiled up at me, leading me into her little spider web.  

“Another one of those fortuitous events, you think?  What all of this means is this is my place and there’s a nice back room you and I can play games in.”

I didn't need another invitation. 

I grabbed my pint and followed the half-naked woman down a hidden hallway. 

She pulled me into a cozy little room all couches and pillows and low tables.  It was warm and soft and comfy and I reached for her. Drawing me into her she reached her arm around my neck, her lips tracing a trail of soft kisses up my neck. 

"You wanna do bad things to me?" the brunette asked  It was killing me that I couldn't remember her name.

I didn't let that bother me for too long as this naked honey wanted me to use her and I was eager to oblige. 

On their own, my hands had gone on journeys to my honeys hot button areas.  Her nipples perked to my pinches, her snatch steamed with the soft stroking of my stealthy digits. 

While I took a tactile inventory of this lovely bar owner's beautiful body, she was paying nice attention to the growing bulge in my jeans.  With a knowing hand, she popped my fly open and quickly had my pecker in her grasp.  

And then she was all over it.  She popped her lips on the head of my cock, using her hand to stroke me, pulling me up hard and erect. It was exquisite. 

Wow, she is all over that.  I thought, and oh that is good, oh so good. yep. oh, ok, do that.

Between her lovely long legs, my hand stroked a sweet slippery slit, steamy and hot.  My fingers moved inside, just a smidge, then pushed a bit further in, drawing a little moan from her, then another. Feeling my own rush thinking I'm finger fucking this hot chick! Here! Damn! 

Here I was in a quiet back room with a woman that fate had dropped into my lap, literally.  And like every other day of my life something suddenly came up. A quick rap on the door stopped us and we both looked over toward it.

"Tawny?" a female voice asked.

"Tawny?" I looked at the brunette.

"It's a nickname, really my cat's name," she answered.

"Tawny it's Kitty, the bartender said you were back here," the voice outside continued. "He said you were with some guy, can I come in?"

"Kitty?" I asked my naked partner.

"My roommate, we like to share everything. You don't mind if I tell her to join us do you?"

Sultry naked Tawny was asking me if I wanted Sweet Kitty to come in the room so I could play with two pretty pussies.

How do you say no to that?