Breakfast went quietly; neither Pauline nor I said much. Paul did comment on how I wasn't wearing any make-up, which I hadn't even thought of putting on. I found myself feeling very uncomfortable at the looks men gave me as I walked past, especially the ones who were none to subtle about checking out my boobs or ass. Paul and 'Rick' finished their meal and got up to go out and do all the things we had planned for the day, leaving me on my own as we had agreed on the previous night. 'Rick' slipped me an apologetic look as he got up from the table and left with Paul.
So I found myself on my own in the body of a cougar in Las Vegas. I wasn't happy. The idea of wandering around town as Pauline had planned wasn't seeming very fun to me. I wondered if I should just go and hide in my room for the rest of the day. I could always lie to Paul and say I was out gambling and drinking when I saw him. Yet at the same time, hiding in the hotel room seemed like it would be even more boring and frustrating than trying to find something to do. I decided to try and look around town on my own and just pretend I was myself, and if anything really awkward came up I could always retreat behind my locked door.
I tried to enjoy wandering around the strip taking in the sights, but after a couple hours the constant attention from men was getting to me. The way everyone treated me as Pauline made me very uncomfortable. People smiled at me differently, the staff talked to me differently - it was amazing how alien the world could seen just being a different sex and a different age. As the afternoon wore on I had had enough and wasn't able to ignore my appearance anymore. I headed back to the hotel to sulk where nobody could call me 'Miss', 'Ma'am' or, worst of all, 'Hun'. I may have been curious about what being a woman would be like, but living as a older babe in sin city wasn't on my to-do list.
I arrived back at the room and locked myself in Pauline's side. I slumped down on the bed and sighed, After trying to watch inane television for a hour or so I decided I would take a bath while I tried to come up with something to do. I went to the bathroom and started running the water. Shutting the bathroom door, I looked over all of Pauline's grooming supplies. I remembered how not wearing make-up in my case actually drew more attention from Paul as well as some other people I had come across. I guess a 'woman my age' who dressed like me Vegas looked out of place with out lipstick and a little eyeliner.
I was toying with the idea of trying to use a tiny bit of the make-up next time I had to go out, just so I to avoid questions from Paul mostly. I noticed that the tub was almost full so I started to get undressed. I couldn't help but look at myself as I disrobed. Standing before the bathroom mirror I pulled off my shirt. I then unzipped my jeans and stepped out of them. I looked at the image of Pauline in the glass, standing in her bra and panties. I had idly fantasised about seeing her like this for years, now here was with the option to see her in any way I wanted. Unfortunately I wasn't in any position to really enjoy that.
I unclasped my bra and pulled it from my shoulders. I felt my breasts tug down as I released them from their support. I saw them relax in the mirror as I stood topless on the tile floor. I had guessed right about Pauline, despite her age her breasts were still pretty firm for their size and didn't hang down much at all. I looked at the dark nipples that capped my ample tits, and my hands came up to cup my chest. I squeezed and massaged my breasts a little, noticing how the nipples got hard and pointy almost immediately. Doing this sent little tingles through my body and down my legs, and there was a kind of stirring feeling in my crotch.
I ceased my sef-fondleing and moved my hands down. Hooking my thumbs around the waist, I pulled down the panties and slid them off. I was completely nude now, and I took in my reflection fully. Pauline's nether regions were kept trimmed but not shaven, a small patch of hair still rested above her genitals. Her pussy was smooth looking underneath it, pink flesh with a soft slit. I took in the whole picture, turning in the mirror to see what I could. My stomach was toned but with a hint of curves, my hips were wide, my legs had some softness to them but with some decent muscle underneath, my arms were the same, my ass was toned but round and all my body hair was neatly shaved off except for the triangle of pubic hair.
Pauline was an attractive woman; there was no doubt about that. She had kept herself in healthy and in shape since becoming a single mother. If I had to be stuck in the body of an older woman for six more days at least I was a impressive one. My inspection was interrupted by my bath beginning to overfill. I went over and shut off the faucet. I climbed into the hot water and felt myself relax as I slid down into the tub. After a few moments of lounging I reached for the soap and started washing myself. After my arms and legs I went to wash my chest, which was suddenly very distracting. I started to enjoy the feeling of having my soapy breasts slide around in my hands.
I started full out playing with my tits, pinching and tugging my nipples. Little tingles of energy ran though me, and I while I recognised the feeling of arousal it felt different as a woman. My legs started to feel fidgety, and I found myself squirming in the tub. It seemed like my pussy was screaming at me for attention. I got totally carried away; while one hand stayed up to massage my boobs, my other dipped into the soapy water towards my slit. I spread my legs a little as my fingers traced their way downwards.
Brushing past the tuft of pubic hair, I ran a finger over the length of my snatch. the arousing tingles doubled as I did so, and I started exploring myself further, rubbing up and down the slit. I found my clit, a little nub that seemed to be a button for pleasure, and started rubbing myself slowly but firmly. I cupped my hand so that I could rub my whole nether area, and i sighed and closed my eyes as the amazing sensation it provided me. The bathwater now seemed to be in the way a little, so I quickly hit the drain to get rid of it.
By the time the water had emptied out of the tub I was masturbating madly, hunching my hips up into my hand and pinching my nipple. I was panting and biting my lip, little sighs, whimpers and moans escaping my lips. I felt my pleasure increasing steadily, and before I knew it I was trying to stifle a moan as my body was hit with my first orgasm as a female. Shivers of amazing sensations ran up and down my body as I kept rubbing myself. It seemed to keep going too, and it felt like ages before I stopped convulsing and jerking into my hand.
When I finally stopped cumming I was left shivering and trembling in the tub, my body still covered in foam. I tried to catch my breath as I opened my eyes. I was impressed; while it wasn't the most earth shattering thing I had ever known, it was a hell of a lot better than whacking off as a guy. Whatever else was unpleasant for me in this body, masturbating was great. I turned on the shower and started rinsing off the soap.
I ended up basically playing with myself on and off all night. Eventually it started to get frustrating, because I started to really want someone else to be administering such attention to me. After midnight I was laying on my bed toying with my slit and getting more and horny. I was dripping wet down there, and the juices were coating my fingers. Slowly rubbing my clit with one hand, I moved the other to the soaking opening to my pussy. Curiously I pressed a finger against it. I felt my fingertip slide into the slick canal, and I started to push further. It felt weird to have my finger slide so effortlessly into my body, and I could feel it moving around inside me.
I started masturbating again, finger-banging myself while rubbing my clit. It felt great, even better than before. As I started to cum again to the sensation of my finger pumping into my body I caught myself wishing I had something bigger to put in there. Satisfying myself with a second finger, I came harder than I had before. I shoved my fingers as deep as I could while I spastically jerked on the bed. It was unbelievably intense, considering I was just doing it by myself. When I returned to the real world I laid back on the mattress and inhaled deeply. I wondered if I had gone to far playing with my loaned body. I also thought about that desire I had felt for more penetration, and the implications it carried with it...
I heard Paul and Pauline get back around one in the morning. They sounded a little drunk and were laughing and joking. I felt a little bitter, knowing Pauline was having a good time being me while I was hiding in a hotel room. I decided I would have to talk to her in the morning and try to work something out for the rest of the week. I eventually fell asleep as I heard them winging down and getting ready to go to bed.