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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 official Website is now at: http://www.asstr.ml.org/~sven


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