Vegas, Baby! (part one)

Had a little adventure in Vegas recently, that I thought I'd share. Hope you enjoy it...I did.


Playing Blackjack at Casino Royale. It’s fairly crowded and I move tables three times before finding one I’m happy with. Sitting there is a girl in her 20’s and one other guy. Soon three men walk up, two in their late twenties and one guy around fifty. They’re all nice looking and friendly, so I think about flirting a little with the older one since he is close to my age and I doubt the others would be interested. However, he is fairly drunk and his young friends are trying to keep him from being too loud and obnoxious, especially one guy – Justin – who is sitting at first base. Justin is nice looking, short brown hair, cap, t-shirt and shorts. At one point I get up to go to the bathroom at the same time as him and he offers me his arm as an “escort”. When I come out, he is waiting to take me back to the table, which was sweet. At the table everyone is being very friendly and boisterous which always makes gambling more fun for me.


Over the course of the next few hours we all become new best friends and we are all winning money hand over fist! The guys are progressively getting a little drunker and at one point Mark playfully hits Justin in the chest, to which all three gasp and look horrified. It turns out that he has a heart defect and has some kind of device implanted (pacemaker, or something similar). The other guys tell me I should feel it - it’s weird! So I reach over and put my hand on his chest. The device is sitting just over a nicely muscular chest and to tease his friends I look up into his eyes and say “ooh, it’s hard!” They tell me to touch it again and see if gets harder, and I tell them that maybe I will later depending on how big his stack (of chips) gets. Obviously flirty, but all in good fun.


At some point Mark and the other guy decide to go get dinner, but Justin wants to stay and gamble. A couple come to the table, so I scoot over next to him so they can sit together. Now there starts to be some brushing of arms…pressing of legs…erotic rubbing of Aces which are dealt to each other (for good luck). Soon it becomes clear that he is seriously flirting with me, and he starts getting touchier and mentioning “later” when we will have time to do more. I’m considering what to do. It’s doesn’t seem safe or smart to actually take this stranger home with me. I am getting pretty horny though, and he is too. I take the lime out of my glass and start sucking on it while looking into his eyes which makes him accidentally stay on a 10 opposite a 6. Oops.


A little while later, I feel a hand on my knee. It gradually works its way under my skirt and up my thigh a bit and I decide to let it stay there. I turn to look at Justin, and while staring into my eyes he purposefully runs his hand a little further up my leg. The casino is crowded but I don’t really want to stop him. On my next trip to the bathroom, I remove my panties.


Now I am really aroused, and going back and forth between wanting his hand between my legs and fearing that we will get kicked out of the casino or arrested for indecent exposure! Eventually he works it far enough up to brush against my clit with his fingertip and we both gasp (I don’t think he expected me to be naked under my dress). Once this happens I can see that I need to decide whether I am going to let this progress or stop it now. Well, I don’t seem to have a lot of self-discipline especially when it comes to handsome young men so I spread my legs just a little and lean forward to obscure the view from the dealer and other players.


For the next hour or so this goes on – Justin sneaking his arm under my dress and me letting it linger for a moment, then pushing it away because there are, after all, people all around us. Once he works his arms so far up my dress he starts to touch my breast! This was too much and I stop him, but my nipples are rock hard now. After the cards start to go a little cold, Justin whispers in my ear that he wants what is under my skirt, and he wants it now. He tells his friends (and me) that he is going to walk me to my car at Harrah’s. We both color up our chips and leave.


To be continued...