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"We'll see what happens" (MF rom cons)
© Sven the Elder Aug 98

In the end it was the noise that had been most memorable.  Sure,
there was 'Muzac' in the background, but it was just that -
background. The foreground hubbub was dominated by the incessant
electronic beeping noise of the 'slots'.  To this out-of-town
guy, having never experienced anything like this before, I found
it mind-numbing in intensity!

I didn't understand the games of cards or dice, so my friend had
wisely advised me, "Stay clear, buddy.  You have to be sharp and
know the odds, as well as being able to follow the game. 
Otherwise, it's a quick route to the cleaners."  So I had been
content to be a watcher, and so had watched him lose an
inordinate amount of money at a speed that beggared belief.  I
found it frightening.

Wandering deeper into the noise and flashing lights, I found a
couple of tables and watched discreetly with a few others.  It
was then the old truism surfaced in my mind:- if you have to ask
the stakes, you can't afford it!  The guys were betting, then
winning or losing, more than I earned in a year, in one single
throw of a dice.  Unbelievable!

I laughed inwardly at how the other half lived, then broke open
another roll of nickels and went back to playing at my level. 
Such was my introduction to Las Vegas, City of bright lights,
loud music, big shows, flashy cars and fast women.

Oh, yes - I forgot to mention the 'fast women'!  Incredible women
that hung onto their consorts every word and every move, laughing
at their every quip, following at every turn.  Their dresses were
at least a size too small, the tops three sizes so.  For some
reason, they didn't seem to be interested in a 'hick' with his
roll of nickels - can't think why. Discrimination probably.

Such was Vegas.  Did I lose a lot?  No - to tell the truth, I
broke about even, if I'd been counting, but that wouldn't have
mattered; the fifty or sixty bucks I spent was cheap for the
entertainment of the place, being part of the fizz, the
excitement, the buzz.  It was easy to get caught up in that
atmosphere.

We drove on out of Nevada and into a different adventure the next
day. That afternoon was a buzz of a different kind, driving over
the Golden Gate, then stopping to look back and take in 'Frisco
Bay, Alcatraz and the City itself in the far distance.  You read
about it and see it in pictures and in films, but when you
actually drive up Highway one, underneath the multi-coloured
hang-gliders, then round the corner and suddenly there's the
bridge - nothing quite prepares you for that.

A few days later we crossed back into Nevada and then headed on
towards Utah.  Highway 50 with its passes and valleys is
mesmerising in its way. We stopped off for a night in... well, it
doesn't much matter; the small towns were all much the same.  It
was a good, comfortable but plain motel - no frills, just homey. 
Oh, and it had slots; this was still Nevada, after all.

We checked in, then went and had a look at the place.  If you
held your breath as you entered the city limits, you could drive
out the other side on the same breath.  At one gaudy building we
did a double- take, and laughed to see a brothel in a town this
size.  My buddy said it was something to do with the miners in
this part of the state.  I laughed and said, "I believe you -
honest!"  As we watched, a 'painted lady' went in, I presume for
the start of her 'shift'.  We decided that we would have had to
have been in the mines for a long time and consumed a lot of
alcohol before an interest would have been declared.  Then, a
little shamefaced for being so chauvinistic, we went back to our
hotel.

My buddy decided that he would have just a quick go on a slot, so
we settled down on a pair of adjacent machines.  An attractive
woman, a little more understated than most, came out from behind
the bar and ambled across, offering to get us a beer - so we
bought one.  Then, out of the blue, my buddy dropped a small
jackpot; you know the sort.  Bells and whistles, but no money -
they give you that in notes after resetting the machine.

Beer lady ambled across and congratulated us on our... hell, HIS
luck. That was when the line to end all lines came out.  We asked
her to do a reset for us, so she sort of wiggled her way between
the two heavy chairs and said, "I'll just slip between you two,
give it a jerk, and we'll just see what happens!"

We looked at each other and creased.  I know he had tears of
mirth running down his face; I guess I did as well.  She looked
at us as if we had two heads and then, realising what she had
just said, went scarlet.  Without a word she unlocked and reset
the machine. Feeling put out, she playfully thumped my arm, then,
shaking her head, said, "Men!"  She smiled and went away.

We slowly regained control of ourselves and played on for a short
time. Having won the price of the rooms for the night, we decided
to quit.  As we cashed in our winnings, she laughed and told us,
"You men are all the same - all mouth and trousers."  We joined
her laughter and went towards our room.  Halfway there I wondered
what time the small swimming pool closed, so I went back to ask. 
She told me that it didn't really close, but that she would have
to wait until I was done, if I wanted to use it - but, no, she
didn't mind.

So I went and changed, grabbed a towel, and went outside to go
for my swim. She followed me out a few seconds later.

"I won't turn on the lights, if you don't mind," she said, "this
time of the evening it brings the bugs out; you wouldn't want
that."  I was happy to agree.  She kicked her shoes off and sat
down on the edge, dangling her feet in the water.  "I have to
stay with you," she said, "House rules, for guests' safety.  Hope
you don't mind?"

I laughed.  "Well," I said, "if you think I'm going to go skinny
dipping for you, you're going to be disappointed."

She laughed in turn.  "No, I'll settle for watching you as you
are, if you don't mind my dipping my feet in; I've been on them
all day and they ache." I swam a few lazy lengths, feeling my
muscles unwinding and loosening up. After the day's travel it
felt good.  I finished up in the water below her. She was far
away, eyes half-closed.  I touched her foot, and she started and
let a out a sort of squeak.

"Oh!  You made me jump; sorry, I was miles away."

Laughing, I said, "Let me give you a foot massage.  If they ache
a lot, it might help."  She didn't answer, but held her wet foot
out to me, so I sat on the step, with her facing me, and started
to massage it.  I've had a little bit of training in reflexology
and it came in handy, even if the positioning was awkward.  She
was tense as she leaned back on her hands trying to balance.  In
the end she said, "Let's go over to one of those seats; they
recline a bit and it would be easier for us both."

So we did.  She sat back and I sat on what might be described as
the tail of the seat, my towel around my shoulders.  I offered to
dry her foot to make it easier and she agreed.  Holding her foot
out she spread her toes, like one does with ones fingers. 
Laughing I said, "Hell, I've never seen that done before."

She giggled a little, then said, "I've been able to do it as long
as I can remember.  I can pick things up between my toes.  Hold
up your finger."  I did as she asked, and she put her first and
big toes on either side and then, squeezing them together,
tightened on it with a surprisingly strong grip.  All I could
think to say was "amazing!"

Slowly I carried on with the massage, I could feel the muscles
and tension relaxing as I did so.  She sighed as I turned my
attention to her calf, knee and thigh muscles, her foot ending up
in my crotch as I did so.  Her knees were far apart now and I was
being treated to a gorgeous view and outline of a tight,
pantie-clad pussy.  Idly, I wondered how far she would let me go
up that shapely leg towards that delicious goal.  I worked my
thumbs into her thigh muscles and I got my answer as she eased
her knees further apart to let me go higher up the inside of her
leg.

I love that dimple at the top of a woman's leg alongside the edge
of her pussy lips; this one was beautiful.  I grazed it with my
thumb.  The action provoked an intake of breath.  "Sorry, didn't
mean to do that," I said quickly.

"Listen," she said, "If you stop, I'll, I'll..."  So I laughed a
little and carried on, now using my hands on the inside of both
thighs, my thumbs working down the sides of her pussy.  "Stop;
wait a minute," she said. Moving her feet away from me, she half
stood up and with a quick movement slipped her panties down and
off.  Just as quickly she sat back down, with her skirt pulled
back up to give me unfettered access.  I gasped as she put both
her feet up against the bulge in my swimming shorts and then
spread her knees to allow me to resume my ministrations.

In the reflected subdued poolside light I could see the dark-
haired outline of her pussy, the outer lips wide and pink from
her arousal.  I again ran my thumbs down and along the edge, and
she shuddered in the pleasure of my touch.  Now it was my turn to
be surprised as she curled her toes around the covered bulge of
my penis. Straining as it was to escape, it almost hurt as she
caressed me.  I gasped as her toes spread and gripped me, then
slid round me.  She laughed gently as she hooked her other big
toe over the top of my swimming shorts.

"I can do some things, but you'll have to help just a little,"
she said. So I did.  Standing up, I quickly eased the swimsuit
down and off.  She began using the toes of both feet to slide my
foreskin up and down.  It was an odd experience, different, with
an eroticism that was heightened as she leaned forward and also
used her hands.  Gently I eased her away from me and, leaning
forward, I kissed the inside of one knee.  Trailing kisses, I
moved up and kissed the edge of her pussy lips.  I slipped my
tongue into her and drank her nectar.  Her voice keened softly,
just within my hearing. Now it was her turn to push me away. 
"Too much, just too much..."

"Do you want me to...?" but before I could finish she had pulled
me to her, then it was my turn to gasp as my questing penis found
her slick entrance. Gently, so gently, I eased unhurriedly into
her waiting heat, until she could wait no longer and she flexed
her hips, forcing me deep inside.  The sensation blew my mind and
I suffered a severe attack of premature orgasm. I apologised but
she hushed me up.

Standing up, she slipped her top and skirt off then slipped into
the pool in the semi-darkness.  As she beckoned, I joined her on
the steps at the edge.  I sat on the edge and she eased up and
joined me, sitting on my knees and facing me, presenting her
breasts for my attention.  I suckled gently on them as she held
my head to her.  Tiring of that after a short while, she eased
herself back into the water and then moved to take me into her
mouth, cleaning off our juices of a few short minutes before.  As
I came back to attention she pulled me into the water and kneeled
on the steps so that I could slip into her from behind.  She
guided me home and I held her hips, grazing my thumbs over the
tight rosebud of her anus.  As I caressed her she moaned a gentle
"Yes" and tried to push back further against me.  I eased a
forefinger gently into that forbidden passage and she gasped and
clenched round my finger and penis as one.  Finally she came long
and hard, the water splashing a little to the spasms of our
movement.

She slipped off me and turned round to take me in her mouth
again.  Briefly she relinquished me to say, "I love the taste,"
then went back to the serious business of making me come again. 
As I reached my peak, she pulled back a little so that I squirted
into her mouth as she savoured the fruits of her efforts.

We lay in the water, holding each other, kissing and caressing in
the afterglow; then, as she shivered, we got out and I dried her
with the towel, before she in turn dried me.  We dressed, even if
all I put on were my swimming trunks, and we went back into the
dimly lit lobby of the motel. She kissed me goodnight, and,
before we went our separate ways, I said, "Sorry if we
embarrassed you earlier, but that was a wonderful line of yours:
'let's see what happens.'"

She tried to smile coyly, then gave up and giggled, "Well, now.
See what 'did' happen then, Sven!"


© Sven the Elder - Aug '98

With much gratitude to FredFan, my most excellent proofer and
friend.  He has the wit, ability and kindness to alter things to
reflect what I meant to write in the first place.



Sven the Elder

Erotic Authors Guild (UK Chapter)
e-mail to Sven at brass-neck dot demon dot co dot uk

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