The dice were hot, and Lady Luck was staying by our side. Both of us were riding high as we cashed in the unbelievable amount of our winnings. Torrie had become obviously aroused as we were playing, starting with squeezing my ass when I bent to retrieve dice, or chips. Her hands fondled my dick and balls while depositing chips in my pants pockets.
After leaving the cashier counter, we quickly gazed at the wad of 100s in my hands, she planted her lips on to mine, plunging her tongue as far as she could into my mouth. I lecherously returned her affection by wrestling back, and allowing my bill-filled hands to cup her ass for all the casino to see. We didn't care, we were rich!
"I need to fuck you right now," she whispered in my ear.
Knowing I had her right in the palm of my hand I refuted: "The hotel just gave us prime seats to their girlie show. I want to milk this as much as we can." If we hadn't had such a good romp session when we woke earlier today, I would have not had such resolve, and besides I know how wet she gets when I make her wait.
She whimpered in obedience, and gave me a quick swat to my ass. The show wasn't for another hour, so we found a semi-deserted, dark corner in a bar and had a couple of drinks. Torrie took this time to try and entice me to our room and foregoing the show. First she started with her hips by sitting in my lap, grinding her heated core into my crotch. "Oh, I'm getting so wet Lover. Wouldn't you like to taste me?" she cooingly teasted. I played her game and pushed my hands under her dress. The high-cut side allowed for very easy access to her silky, lace-covered ass. I reached in to graze her folds and indeed they were moist. I wiggled my fingers back and forth across her labia a few times making her whimper, but holding back any serious touching. Growing frustrated with my control, she brought her hands to my zipper and caressed me to semi-hardness. It felt good, but again, I was the stronger, not allowing her to unzip me. Showtime arrived and I won.
Because of our prowess at the crap table we had choice seats: a private high-backed booth, on its own level, complete with table cloth and flowers. I ordered some oysters on the half-shell, and the best bottle of champagne they had. With a sizable tip, I told the waiter to not be seen again. Toasting our fortune we each finished two glasses before the show started. Making out like teenagers, groping and feeling every area of our bodies, we almost became oblivious to our surroundings. As soon as the lights went down, our inhibitions were lost and our lust was fueled.
I immediately hiked Torrie's dress past her hips, letting my fingers find her wet panties. Softly rubbing her pussy through the material, she emitted a loud moan in approval. The sound of the show hid any noises coming from our table. Torrie in the mean time had worked my belt loose, lowered my zipper, and was jerking me hard through my silk bikinis, causing me to moan.
"Someone's leaking," she said teasingly in a little girl voice, "What happened to my big strong-willed stud?" I shut her up by placing two pussy-juice dampened fingers to her lips. She went to lick them but I pulled them to my mouth before she could get to them. Her eyes sparkled at this site, and she spreaded her legs as far as the table booth allowed.
Our mouths connected once again, I moved my hand back to her pussy and moved her drenched panties to one side . Tracing my finger tips along the edges of her inner lips, she pushed her hips into my hand signaling she wanted more. I plunged two fingers in with no resistance from her pussy. I heard squishy noises as I rapidly humped her with my hand. Torrie broke our lip lock to become verbal. "Uuuhh, uuhhh, that's it baby, make me cum! Make me cum right here!. Rub my clit, rub my clit." But I was in control, and did not take her to that next level, because she was leaving me neglected in her elevated state.
"If you want release you better wrap your hands around my pole again." I commanded.
