“This cool air feels wonderful, does it not?” she asked. The air conditioning had her nipples looking like to bullets trying to shoot through the thin material of her top.
“Yeah it does!”
“The casino is fascinating! So many sights and sounds! Will we be spending more time in it?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind. I’ll go through a couple dollars in the slots and see what happens.”
“Wonderful! May I also?”
“Sure, why not?”
She clapped her hands together. “Oh, yay! This will be fun!”
The waitress was true to her word. She arrived with our drinks, took our orders, and headed off. When I turned back to Bushra, she was looking at me with dreamy eyes.
She took a sip of her drink. “You know, I am still quite aroused,” she cooed.
“Is that so?”
“Oh yes. I cannot get the image of your huge penis out of my head.”
One corner of my mouth curled up. “My what?”
“Oh! Yes. Your cock. I cannot get the image of your huge cock out of my head. It makes me very aroused.”
“Yeah, well, I can’t get the thought of it buried in your throat out my head.”
“Oh, I am glad to hear that you enjoyed your deep throat. I will have to remember that.” She stared across the table at me. “Are you not aroused right now?” The truth was I’d never lost my hard on. I grunted when her foot landed in my lap. A broad smile crossed her face as she massaged the bulge under her foot. “It feels as if you are aroused.”
“Uh, yeah, just a little.”
“It feels as if it is more than a little.”
“You know what? What do you stay the night here and fuck like rabbits all night?”
“Really? What of your wife? What will you tell her?”
“I’ll tell her a bunch of us were exhausted and decided to spend the night down there instead of driving home.”
“I would like that very much!”
I pulled my phone from my pocket and pushed the breasts icon that represented her instant dial. “Hi, honey. Sorry to call so late. No no, everything’s fine. Listen, a bunch of us are fucking exhausted. Rather than risk it, we’re just gonna stay down here overnight and come home tomorrow. You cool with that? Yeah, that’s what we thought, too. Cool, thanks. Huh? Oh no, it was a blast! Hot as fuck and crowded, but we had a good time. Oh, yeah.” Bushra’s face turned devilish as my wife asked me about the day. My eyebrows furrowed when she started to slide down her seat until she was under the table. Then they shot up my forehead. “What the…” I muttered when I saw Bushra’s hands in my lap starting to slide the waistband of my shorts forward. “Huh? Oh…yeah. I, uh, I just saw somebody in the, uh, street. Man, people are crazy these days!” My jaw clenched when her warm hand wrapped around my exposed pole. “Guh!’ I grunted when I slipped between her lips. “Oh, uh, nothing. I, uh, I stubbed my toe on the, uh, you know, curb walking into the hotel. Didn’t notice it because, mmmmmm, uh, you know, because I’m…I’m…fuck! On the phone with you. I, uh, must’ve stubbed it, mmmmm, really, really good. Yeah, I…I should probably, mmmmmm, go. Uh huh. Yeah, love you, too. See ya…see ya to…to…to-m-m-m-morow.” I hung up and looked under the table to see the back of Bushra’s head. “What the fuck?” I whispered. She ignored my question and continued on.
The waitress soon returned with two plates of steaming food. “Your friend out playing some slots?”
“Ha! Yeah. She…she couldn’t wait to, you know, pull on those levers.”
“Yeah, some people are like that. I hope she comes back soon. I’d hate for her food to get cold!”
“Ha! Yeah. I know, right? I’m sure she…she…she’ll be, uh, right…right back.”
Shortly after the waitress left, I fell out of Bushra’s mouth. “Is it safe for me to come up?” she whispered.
“Yeah, all clear.”
She reappeared and wiped the corner of her grinning lips.
“What the fuck?” I asked as I tucked myself back into my shorts.
She giggled. “Did you not enjoy that?”
“Well…I didn’t say that. It’s just…what the fuck?”
“As I told you, I could not get the image of your huge…cock…out of my head.” She picked up her fork and ran it across her beans and rice. “This looks delicious.” She looked up at me. “Almost as delicious as your cock.”
This is gonna be a long fuckin’ night I thought to myself.
*****
She insisted on holding my hand as we strolled through the massive casino. All the while, I hoped the bulge in my loose-fitting shorts wasn’t obvious. More than one man’s head turned to watch Bushra come and go as we walked past.
We finally found a row of slot machines that looked inviting. I showed her the lever on the side and explained to her why they called them “one armed bandits”, which she thought was funny. I sat at one machine while she played the one next to me. One her third spin, her machine dinged and whistled. She’d won over $300 on a $4 spin.
She almost came unglued. She started tugging on my shirt. “Oh my goodness! Does that mean I won? Did I just win that much?!”
“You sure did! Way to go!”
“Oh my goodness! I can’t believe it!”
“If I were you, I’d cash that sucker out and call it a night.”
“Yes! Yes! I believe I shall do that.” She pressed the “cash out” button, pulled out the slip of paper, pushed her chair against mine, and fell into me, wrapping her arms around mine as I played. It wasn’t long before she had slyly slipped her hand under my waistband and had my python back in her hand while she watched me play. “I cannot wait to have your manly…cock…inside of me,” she whispered in my ear.