Hang out with her.

"Sure, why not. I'm not from around here, so it would be nice to see what the locals do." I said with a wink.

"Well come on cowboy. Let's go have some fun!" She took me by the hand and led me out to the parking lot. She had a yellow mustang convertible. The leather interior was hot, but I quickly got used to it. We got onto the Strip for a bit and drove through the neon jungle that was Las Vegas. I looked over at Jennifer, and then down at her denim clad thighs. I tried to be sly about sneaking a peak.

"You like what you see?" Jennifer said.

"What?"

"You were undressing me with your eyes. I just wanted to know if you liked what you saw."

"I wasn't..." I began.

"It's ok. I take it as a compliment." She said with a smile. "Play your cards right and maybe you won't have to use your imagination later." She drove down the Strip towards Fremont Street.

Fremont Street is old Vegas. Just about the newest thing there is the electronic awning covering several city blocks on which light shows are shown 24 hours a day. She parked in the lot of a downtown casino, and we walked to a dance club adjacent to one of the gambling houses. The music inside was pulsating from the speakers. Clearly this was not a place to have a conversation. We walked up to the bar and Jennifer ordered for both of us. We got two tall glasses of a blue liquid. She pressed her lips to my ear and said "AMF". I took a sip, winced, and she laughed. She drank down about half of her drink, then left it on the bar and pulled me out onto the dance floor. The music was not what I was used to, and honestly couldn't see how one could dance to it. But as it turned out, I just had to move my hips to the rhythm of the music as Jennifer would grind on me.

I could feel my cock getting hard as she rubbed up against me. Then she turned and pressed her ass up against my crotch, gently twerking against me. I was feeling so horny and I wanted to just take her, but I wasn't sure the best course of action to make my intentions known.