The bells, whistles and jangles

journeyed across the casino floor and assaulted Darby’s ears like a bayonet slicing through her brain.

She really didn’t like casinos… so noisy and intrusive.  And that whole lost in space feeling that closes in on you the instant one steps inside, is so disorienting.

Grey haired old ladies with walkers caging their chairs and cigarettes stuck between yellowed parchment fingers, ashes threatening to drop and singe well-trodden carpet, sit beside lecherous men ogling scantily clad watered-down drink-wielding waitresses.

Necks encircled by lanyards tethered to flashing, pinging slot machines.  Myopic eyes watering severely as they try to squint into their future through spinning cylinders of bars, crowns and fruit.

This is the world of the gamblers.  The people tacking their hopes on becoming millionaires with the pull on a one-armed bandit or the roll of the dice.

What a waste of time and money, Darby thought as she walked over to the roulette table and looked around at the crapshooters hunched over their bets.  She couldn’t believe she actually accompanied her friends to this smoky pit of a clip joint.

“Don’t turn around.”

Darby heard the hot whispered demand in her ear the same moment she felt a hand on the small of her back.  It sent a shiver up her spine that sprouted electric tingles at the top of her head.  His deep voice seemed so familiar, yet she couldn’t quite pin her finger on the accent.

She felt his face nestle close in her hair, inhaling her scent.  The twinge in her pussy was unfounded, yet so acute that she acquiesced and allowed the exploration of fingertips up her back.

“Close your eyes, Darby.  I don’t care that we are in a room full of people.  Trust me.”

She tilted her head, concentrating on his voice.  Why couldn’t she place him?

Aside from the fact that he used her name, something told her that she knew this man and could indeed trust him.  She would remain safe, even with her sight removed.  She took a deep breast-expanding breath … and closed her eyes.  The darkness heightened the clatter of the casino and the stench of stale smoke turned acrid in her nostrils.

A feathering touch drew a line from behind her knee, up the back of her thigh and under her skirt.  Calloused fingers traced the curve of her silk covered bottom to the valley between her legs.

Without thinking, Darby lifted the heel of her right foot and twisted outward, widening her stance.  The taut spread of cloth across her thighs pressed on her mound and she inhaled sharply.

“Very good, love.  I can feel your desire, you are soaking those expensive panties of yours.  Now, keep your eyes closed.  I want you to focus on my touch.  Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”  Darby’s tiny voice barely rose above the cacophonic whirl of the roulette wheel.

“You and I are going to engage in a little game along with all these nice people.  Are you willing to play?”

“Yes.”

“Good.  The berth of the ball will determine your pleasure.  The higher the number, the more strokes you will be given.  If the ball lands in a red block, you will receive a double bonus.”

The wicked rumble of laughter that accompanied his detailed rules, sent another rolling shimmer of desire straight up Darby’s spine.  Her shoulders trembled with anticipation.

“Place your bets!” called the croupier.

Darby’s face flushed warm as she felt a finger slide the leg band of her panties aside, then gently perch on her slit.

“Eleven Black!”

Thick fingers plunged inside Darby’s wet cunt eleven times.  The long, even strokes left her breathless and her body heated.  And the abrupt cease of them had her aching for more.

“Do not open your eyes,” came a growling demand, as his chest pressed into her shoulder blades.   An arm snaked around Darby’s waist and pulled her backwards into his groin.  She clenched around his buried fingers as they nestled deeper inside their warm cocoon.

“Seven Red!”

“Red!” Darby’s thoughts raced. But, she had no time to ponder as seven strokes, alternating with seven circles, then seven flicks of her clit buckled her knees.

Shouts from winning gamblers invaded her senses as fiercely as her body reacted to this man’s touch.  She squeezed her eyelids tighter and rode his fingers on waves of sound permeating her darkness.  The pant of her orgasm joined the clamor of the crowd.  Just one more refrain adding to the chorus of hurrahs, boos and clatter on the casino floor.

“Sooo fine Darby, that was beautiful.  You’ve pleased me greatly.  You may open your eyes now.”  He slowly removed his fingers, tenderly straightening her panties and casually smoothing her skirt.

Deliberately she lifted her lids, blinking several times as brightness pricked at her retinas. Curiously glancing at the people in front of her, she looked to see if anyone noticed her indiscretion.  Apparently not, as she was still faced with the same hunched over bodies trying to mentally will the ball to land on their number.

“Do not turn around until you feel me leave, please.”

“Why not?”

A soft receding chuckle was her only answer.

She waited a mere moment before spinning around to look for her mystery pleasurist.  But seeing no one she recognized, she pushed her fingers through her hair and thought, maybe casinos aren’t so bad after all.

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One Enchanted Evening

1 ounce Creme de Banana

1 ounce Mount Gay Rum

2 ounces Pineapple Juice

Grenadine

Add creme de banana, rum and pineapple juice to a cocktail shaker filled with ice.  Shake until well chilled.  Pour all into a rocks glass.  Top with a few drops of grenadine.

Enjoy!

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