Walking on Air by SG (WebArchive)

Christmas had come and passed. The family had been seen; our gifts exchanged. It was good to see the family. I had fun trading stories and catching up. Christmas was good but it could never be exciting. My family, who I love to death, are the text book description of mundane. Mundane was great for the love and support I needed in my life. For the wild and crazy times that you never forget and can never stop telling stories about I had to look outside my family and away from Christmas.

This is where the wonderful holiday of New Years comes into play and three of my closest college girl friends. We all were spending Christmas with our perspective families but would be spending new years with each other. Our plan was a week long vacation filled with drinking, gambling and hopefully a fare amount of sex. Our destination was originally an argued point till somebody suggested that the only place appropriate for us four sinners to spend an entire naughty week was in the capital of sin itself. And yes, it was my suggestion. We all immediately agreed, Las Vegas was perfect for us.

Thick frozen flakes fell around me blanketing the Seattle/Tacoma International Airport in a chilly white blanket. Today is probably the first day I’ve ever disliked and prayed against a snowy day. Normally I love seeing snow since it so rarely comes to this port city. However the long drive here on the slippery roadways left my body aching after so much time spent with clenched muscles. Inhaling the crisp winter’s air I tried to relax my tired muscles and calm the butterflies fluttering in my stomach

People busily moved about on their way to and fro. For the most part I was ignored but not completely. As usual I caught a wondering male eye or two lingering in my direction. I smiled inwardly enjoying the fact even wearing tight jeans and a wool sweatshirt I could draw the attention of the men around me. With my black boots and their two inch heels I stood a few inches short of a full six feet. My auburn hair fell past my shoulders and even with my comfortable sweatshirt it was obvious god was kind when molding my ample cleavage.

A wicked grin crossed my face. If only those men could see my underwear. A tight fitting pink latex bra clutched my breasts together. Around my hips was a matching pink pair of latex panties with two tubes sticking out. Those tubes let to the pair of inflatable plugs on the inside of the panties. The wait for my airplane was not going to be a boring one...