Conferences in Las Vegas are a double edged sword. They are great when you are with co-workers you like. If you go alone, they can be hell. Being alone in Las Vegas is such a drag – unless you can buck the odds and meet someone for fun. Or, as luck would have it on this trip, two someones. Actually, this was one of two Vegas trips with multiple hookups! More to come, I am sure. But I digress.
Sitting in a vendor presentation I opened the Whisper app, which is really hit or miss, but what the hell, I was bored during this sales pitch. I saw a post which stuck out. “I wish one of the guys at this conference were up for some fun, ug!” checked the post and it says female. I respond “I hear you, I’m bored shitless at my conference, what one are you at?” thinking it was the same one. Turns out it wasn’t, but hers was in the next hotel. We chatted a bit. She was married too, and we were from complete different parts of the country. We exchanged pics. She was attractive, a little heavier but totally my type. Pretty eyes, great tits, sly smile. We agree to meet that night in one of the lounges in her casino at 5pm, after our conferences are over for the day.