Paul sat at the bar too, a Pepsi in one hand, his attention riveted on one particular area of the room. The slot machines did not at that moment interest him. The beckoning of the colorful poker machines went ignored. Even the sexy waitresses who distributed the free drinks did not draw his gaze for more than the briefest of moments.
So he sat, and sipped his soft drink, and watched Susan play Roulette.
She clapped her hands with joy as the croupier pushed another stack of chips toward her. Deftly, and with obvious experience, she brought the newly won chips into her own stacks, then bringing out new ones for her next bet.
Paul's eyes moved longingly over her body as she swiftly placed her new bets. She wore a wool sweater and tight jeans which hugged her form nicely, and her full breasts jiggled noticeably behind the fabric as she placed her chips on several number groups. Paul felt himself harden a little bit more as she straightened up, her hands on the edge of the table and her chest pointed at the croupier who, despite the delicious visual distraction, quickly proceeded to spin up the wheel and launch the ball on its spiral journey.
Paul closed his eyes, and let his mind wander...
"Seventeen! Lucky seventeen!"
Susan hopped up and down and clapped her hands with glee. Paul, now himself the croupier, quickly calculated her winnings, assembled the stack of chips, and pushed them across the table to her. All the while his eyes took in her fantastic form in all its deliciousness. Her sweater was cut enticingly low, and he could see down between her mouth-watering mounds as she bent forward to scoop up the chips.
No one else was in the casino. The vast room was quiet. No movement but the wheel spinning slowly, and Susan arranging her new bets.
She looked up at Paul and smiled. Oooooh he wanted to kiss that smile so badly, slide his tongue between those smiling lips...
With a flick of a wrist he spun the wheel, and set the ball in motion.
His stiff cock threatened to tear his zipper out.
The ball began to weave in and out, not quite ready to make up its mind. Paul's gaze shifted between the wheel and the bettor, wanting that ball to land on one of her numbers, WANTING to make her even happier.
The ball suddenly flicked down into the slot marked 25.
"Twenty-five!" Paul called out with barely concealed joy. "The lucky lady wins again!" He reluctantly tore his eyes off her long enough to arrange her winnings on the table.
Susan slowly reached forward and pulled the chips toward her. One hand lightly brushed his as he was pulling it back. She glanced up at him and smiled again, a disarming smile. Paul felt an incredible tingly warmness flow up and down his body. He stood and smiled back at her and waited for her next bet.
Instead, she turned around, leaned her sexy hips on the edge of the table, and lowered her back onto the felt surface.
She gazed up at the wide-eyed croupier, her hands clutching a mass of chips above her chest. She let go of them, and they cascaded down all over and around her. A few lodged inside her sweater, trapped between the soft swells of flesh partially hidden within. She giggled softly, grabbed some more chips from the now scattered stacks beside her, and let them rain down on her.
"Miss?" Paul finally managed to croak.
Her hands were up inside her sweater. She was slowly pulling it off!
Chips slid off and clinked on the table as Susan worked her shirt up between her back and the grabby felt. Her magnificent breasts appeared, and they slid to either side as only truly yummy big breasts can do when they are freed of all encumberances. A chip slid down from one nipple to the valley between. The shirt cleared her head, and she tossed it over the edge of the table and on the floor.
Paul's left hand drifted forward of its own volition, coming to rest softly on her shoulder. It slid slowly across her chest, ascending her right breast, very lightly brushing her soft, smooth skin. His fingers traced a circle around the areola, spiraling in toward the very enticing nipple.
Susan's whole body began to writhe, causing her breasts to wiggle back and forth and Paul's fingers to dig into the warm flesh a little bit. Oooooh it felt so good!!! Susan moaned softly, and she clutched another pile of chips and scattered them on her chest and abdomen.
Soon Paul's right hand joined his left, tracing identical circles around her other nipple.
Susan grabbed his hands with hers, and pressed them down into the wondrous titflesh, more firmly than he would have dared. Her breasts welled up between his fingers as they began to clutch and grope and squeeze. A chip wedged in under one thumb and sank along with it into the firm but squeezable flesh.
"Hhhhhmmmmmmmm...." she breathed slowly.
Paul crawled up onto the table so that he could reach her better.
His hands slid down so that his fingers could encircle her breasts. He slowly squeezed them together, mesmerized as they changed shape and formed a single mountain topped by two nipples. They beckoned, and his tongue responded. It lapped across those nipples, again and again, eagerly tickling and teasing them. He could feel her hands working across his body, groping for the bottom of his shirt, or some buttons, anything to get it off! She began to unbutton his shirt as he bent forward more to press his whole face into her chest.
His shirt went flying, and her fingers squeezed and probed his muscular chest and abdomen.
Paul BURIED his face in her mounds and shook it back and forth.
Her fingers slid down into his pants.
He squeezed her boobs against the sides of his face.
She found his zipper, gingerly pulled it downward.
His tongue slid back and forth, up and down, tasting her skin and digging into her yummy tits.
Her hand slid into his underwear and encircled his crotch.
His horniness turned up another degree, and he MUNCHED on her body, CHEWING and NIBBLING every square inch of her upper torso, shoulders, and neck. His tongue crested her chin and came to rest on her mouth. Her lips parted and let it in, just as her fingers wrapped around his throbbing meat and gave it a firm squeeze.
It was the hottest, longest, most passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced.
His tongue probed deeply, exploring her teeth and gums and the walls of her mouth, and intertwined with her own tongue, as she played with his cock, squeezing and caressing it with both hands now. She could feel it pulse as it tried to grow yet bigger. Both of them moaned into each others' mouths as they sank deeper and deeper into mutual ecstasy.
Eventually his tongue slid out of her mouth and traced a long, meandering course down her body. Her hands reluctantly let go of his cock and ran up his back, raking it with her nails. His hands traveled ahead of his tongue, grasping her jeans and panties and sliding them out of the way. Her hips undulated with wondrous expectation as his tongue slid quickly toward its destination.
It came to rest on her clit, just lying there on top of it, pressing against those moist lips, wiggling a little bit to tease them, then wiggling a little more, then flicking from side to side and up and down, letting those lips know what evil was in store, then . . .
He THRUST his tongue DEEP into her!
"Ohhhhhhh....."
His hands clasped her thighs as he pressed his face against her crotch. His tongue was a slithering snake, darting to and fro and in and out, wiggling and twisting as it went. His teeth raked against her lips as the snake dove in deep. His hands pulled themselves up her body, clutching and feeling and squeezing all in their path. They found her breasts again and gave them another mauling as he licked and slurped at her hot pussy.
He had to feel his cock inside her.....
His tongue slipped reluctantly out, and he pulled himself up on his knees between her legs. He held his rock-solid cock in one hand, and rubbed its head across her pussy several times before driving it slowly and firmly into her.
In and out, in and out, faster and faster, then slowly again, then faster again... He lowered himself on his elbows, his chest pressing on hers, his lips making contact with her lips, as his hips continued to rock up and down, driving his cock in and out of her.
They kissed even more passionately than before, and it went on and on and on...
The lights and sounds and bustling activity suddenly invaded Paul's consciousness, and he opened his eyes. He looked down at his cup and noticed that all the ice cubes had melted, leaving him with a small amount of very watered-down Pepsi. He quickly looked up.
She was gone.
With a sigh, he got up and went to the Roulette table, where the croupier was busy toting up some figures on a calculator.
"She was doing very well, wasn't she?"
The croupier looked up. "What? Oh, yeah. Made off like a bandit tonight -- over seven hundred dollars. She only had twenty to start with! By the way, I saw the way you were looking at her all night long. She's a piece, ain't she?"
Paul nodded. "Yeah, that she is. That she is." He lifted the cup to his lips and drained the rest of the Pepsi. Then he turned and walked toward the exit, his mind swimming with images left over from his very hot daydreaming. He definitely was not going to get to sleep very easily that night.
Back at the table, the croupier reached into his pocket and brought out a small piece of paper. He smiled as he looked at it again. On it was written a name and a number and a brief message, "please call me tonight." He folded it and put it back in his pocket. The crotch of his pants was noticeably bulging. He whistled a happy tune as he closed up the table.
For him, there would be even LESS sleep that night!