The Poker Tournament

It's been a long day, almost nine hours. I have spent most of my time at Sandy's table. True to her name, a blonde, with short hair and a bit bigger build. Not a model, but still very attractive. I've been playing for hours and spendign a lot of time staring people down. I spent a LOT of time noticing her mostly unbuttoned shirt showing just a hint of red lace. After about three hours of more-than-just-polite smiles, I have decided that I will have to see everything that that wisp of scarlet is teasing about.

As we are approaching the end, I get up and walk around to stretch my legs a bit. As I walk behind Sandy, I see her lean forwad to pull soem chips in and I get another glimpse of scarlet, this time her thong. Well, consider this deal sealed, because there is no way I will let her go without seeing all of this. After about another forty minutes, the show's over (no, I didn't win) and everyone is cleaning up. I decide to stay and help out, talking to her as we box up all the chips and cards. After getting everything put away, she tells the director she'll see him next time and he scats. Suddenly, we are alone on a sea of felt tables. She turns to me, perhaps to wish me good luck next time and be on her way, but we are way past that. The look on my face as soon as we make eye contact, makes that clear to her. I see her look around quickly to ensure we are alone. Her arms go up over my shoudlers and I start working on her buttons as we begin kissing.

I push her back to a table, which she sits up on as I tear her shirt open. My hands are under the lace cups of the bra in a flash as our tongues meet in the space between our lips, teasing before she pulls my face to hers, engaging our lips fully, our tongue playfully enjoying the shared space in our mouths. I am teasing her nipple to hardness, then sucking it, holding the stra of her bra dow nas she shrugs her shirt off. I pull the strap back up as I go to kissing her again while I look for the zip on her skirt. In no time she is scooting out of her skirt. I back off and take in teh sight of her clad only in two wisps of red lace, splayed before me on the green felt of the table. I meet her gaze and grab my shirt, yanking it over my head. I am unsnapping my jeans as I walk to the table, stepping out of my shoes. I pull her hips to the edge of the table, letting her legs lie over my shoudlers as I tug the few threads of fabric to the side and lower my face to the intense ray of humidity coming form ehr center.

My tongue raches out, delicately testing her wetness, then curling up, softly parting the folds of her flesh until I find her clit, throbbing, then flick upwards with my tongue. She moans in approval as I then start rubbing it around in soft circles, just keeping contact with my tongue. Her breathing starts to pick up, and the moans become sincere. I drops my mouth onto her and drive the intesnity way up as my tongue starts pushing around her flesh, dipping into her a little before coming back out to forcefully stroke her clit. She is screaming now, her hand in my hair holding my head down. I feel her legs kick up and her head fall back as I see the spasms across her belly. I quickly rise up, pushing my shorts down, keeping her legs on my shoudlers. In a flash, I have pushed myself inside her. I can see now she has pushed her bra down her chest, and she is squeezing her breasts. I replace her hands with mine as she grabs my arms, willing me deeper. I am all too happy to comply giving all of the inches I can. The table is creaking beneath the load but we are hopelessly continuing. I see her legs kick over and over, as each new explosion wracks her body. Suddenly I see her bite her lip as I feel every muscle in her body clamp down of me. My eyes roll back as I fire one more thrust in before succumbing to the intensity, hot jets bursting deep into her body. I feel her muscles start to find a pace, milking me, pulling me in. I am groaning each time I feel her squeeze against my unyielding erection. Finally, my legs give out and I fall to the floor. She stays on the table, panting.

The next week, when I play, I see there is still a stain on that table. I sit down behind it and smile at a blushing Sandy. There are plenty of tables to work on...