He liked gambling, at least a little, but that wasn't why he repeated the pattern, at least two weekend a month. It was the energy. Sitting alone in a bar, especially a hotel bar, always felt so sad and small. Here, he could pretend to be a part of a party, to disappear into the crowd. It was easier to strike up a random conversation, to feel less alone.
When Dave took this job, he was told he'd need to travel at least half the time. In reality, it was two-thirds, or more. He hated being away from his wife and two kids, but the money was opening up all kinds of opportunities for them, and when he was home, he could focus entirely on them.
But these times, especially the weekends, it was hard. When he was out west, and they were home in the east, it was even worse. He video-chatted with the kids before they, and his wife, went to bed, and it was still before 7pm. So much day left to fill.
And so, once again, here he was, in a nameless, faceless sea of bells and lights, whiskey in hand, wandering amidst the crowd.
He'd been in so many, truthfully, he barely even saw the difference between them, any longer. Just another night, pretending to be a part of something.
His pattern was almost automatic. Get a drink and a bite to eat. Play some slots, maybe some blackjack. Hit the craps table. Wander back into the slots. Talk to strangers. Swim through plenty of drinks, and then roam off to bed, alone.
Alone. That was the hard part. Despite all the nights alone, he never once even dreamt of cheating. Not a single time. It wasn't him, or who he wanted to be.
Every now and then, he'd notice a pretty woman in the crowd, but for the most part, your average Saturday night in a casino is filled with a lot of haggard looking humans. Temptation didn't come around very often.
Nothing about this particular Saturday night stood out. The same sea of weathered faces, the same rows of slots arranged in random order, the same dealers at the same tables, the same middle-shelf liquor.
Dave had hit the tables and was winning a little, as he excused himself and decide to make a lap. That's when he saw her.
Or saw them, rather. Two girls, give or take his age, sitting together at a pair of slot machines. The taller girl, who looked a bit younger, was wearing a gray sweatshirt, black leggings, and long brown hair. She was playing the machine, with her friend turned so they could play together. It was the friend who caught his eye. More than caught. Grabbed his eye and refused to give it back.
She was shorter, and a little curvier, with black hair in loose curls, falling just across her shoulders. She was wearing a bright pink sweatshirt, and black leggings of her own, with bright white shoes. Her face was almost round, with big, high cheeks. She had that kind, open, friendly kind of smile on her face that made all around her relax.
Dave found himself looping back around, to see her again, over and over. Her friend, whose face was the opposite - long, thin, and stern - glared at him at least once. He felt like some kind of creepy stalker, so he tried to disappear into the crowd.
But, as he went about his night, he kept looking out for her, for the splash of bright color from her sweatshirt. For the bright white of her shoes. For the shine of her eyes.
From time to time, he'd catch a glimpse, through the crowd, as they moved from machine to machine. Two girls, who didn't at all look like they were out and on the prowl, just having fun together.
Eventually, Dave found himself in line at the bar. Telling himself it would be his last drink before bed, he heard two female voices behind him, giggle and talking. Turning, there they were.
She smiled at him. He smiled back. It felt like something, a connection of some kind. Glancing down, Dave noticed large rings on both their hands. Married. Good. Not a threat, he thought, as if women single women were throwing themselves at him or something.
"Having fun?" Dave asked, scolding himself immediately for saying anything.
"So much!" she said, smiling.
"Are you winning?" Dave inquired.
"Ha! No. So much not winning!" she responded, with a laugh.
"I think we've lost enough and should go back to the room." her friend interjected, with a glare.
Dave found himself excited to hear they were also staying in the hotel, then scolding himself again.
She jabbed her friend with her elbow, still smiling at Dave. "It's a girls weekend. Let loose a little."
"We're almost out of money, Beth," the friend scolded her. "I have a budget."
"Well, we can't break the budget!" Dave exclaimed, a little too loudly. "How about I buy your next round. Please. I insist."
"Ok!" Beth replied, bouncing up on her toes a little. Dave couldn't stop noticing how cute she was, short and perky.
"Beth! I don't think..." her friend scolded.
Beth was having none of it, and happily relayed their orders. Dave turned to the bartender, and distributed their drinks. With a wave of his glass, he wished them a good night, and left them by the bar.
Dave felt weirdly proud of himself, as if he'd avoided some opportunity he was sure didn't actually exist. Back to the blackjack table, he gave away what little he'd won earlier in the night.
Glancing at his watch, he realized it was only 10:30, and he didn't think he was quite ready for bed yet. Seeing a long line at the bar, he decided to check out the lounge at the back of the casino, where a chubby white kid with an unkempt beard and a cheap guitar was murdering classic rock songs.
Dave sat himself at a small, high-top table, and waited for a waitress. Then he heard a vaguely familiar voice.
"Can we join you?"
It was Beth, full of smiles again, and her angry-faced friend.
"Of course," Dave said, pushing out a stool, already scolding himself anew.
Beth jumped up on to the stool, her friend standing in defiance for a moment before sitting down herself. Waiving a waitress over, Dave ordered another round of drinks, and they started chatting.
They were in town for a "girls weekend." The night before, they'd attended a concert, but they decided to make a second night of it. Beth was married to the other girl's husband, and was definitely in more of a party mood than her sister-in-law. Dave wondered if they got along very well at all.
"Beth, I think it's time for bed. I'm tired."
"Then why don't you go to bed. I'm not ready yet." Beth replied, almost brushing her away.
"I don't think you should stay alone," Dave heard her reply in an angry whisper. He tried not to be offended.
"I'm sure I'm fine. Dave wouldn't let anything happen to me, would you?" Beth asked, putting her hand on Dave's forearm. Instinctively, Dave pulled it back, but that only resulted in his hand being suspiciously close to hers.
"Fine. Whatever. Do whatever you want, sis," she said, stomping to her feet, and disappearing through the door.
"So angry!" Beth teased, again patting Dave on the arm.
Dave and Beth laughed it off, and continued to chat. He couldn't help but think, if this were a first date, it would be a home run. They were really getting along amazingly well.
A few drinks later, the music had ended, and the waitress informed them the lounge would be closing at 1. Looking his watch, Dave couldn't believe how late it was.
Beth again put her hand on Dave's, asking, "would you mind walking me back to my room?" He was more than happy, and settling the bill, they started out into the casino.
The crowd had mostly disappeared, and Beth was a little wobbly on her feet. As they approached the elevator, Dave asked which floor they were staying on.
A look of shock crossed Beth's face. "Uh, I don't think I have my key."
"Ok," Dave replied, trying to calm her down. "Where is your phone. We can call your sister-in-law."
"I...uh... she has it." Beth replied.
"What do you mean?" Dave asked, confused.
"She had a purse with her, and I didn't bring one. She has everything. My phone, my key, everything."
Dave suggested they go to the desk and get a replacement. "She has my ID." Beth replied, "they won't give me a key."
"Well, what should we do?" Dave asked.
"Let's go to your room. Maybe I can remember our room number, and I can call her from the room."
Two emotions hit Dave, instantaneously and equally. First, dread. Second, anticipation. He hated the second, but he couldn't help it.
Beth had already pressed the button on the elevator. "Floor? she asked.
Seconds later, they were walking down the hall, towards Dave's room. His heart was pumping. He knew he shouldn't let her in.
And yet, he opened the door, and a women he just met was in his hotel room.
Beth picked up the room phone, and dialed a number. Apologizing, she dialed another, and another.
"You're going to wake up the entire hotel." Dave said, half-scolding her.
"I know..." Beth said, looking at him with pouty eyes. "Can I..."
"Stay here?" Dave replied, knowing he absolutely had to say no. "I...I suppose. You take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch."
"Nonsense," Beth said, perking up. "We're adults. We can behave."
Dave hoped that was true.
"Since we're here, though," Beth said, opening the mini-fridge. "Might as use that big shot expense account, right?" Pulling a small bottle of champagne from the fridge, she handed Dave a bottle of beer.
Dave sat down on the couch, Beth on the edge of the bed, while they sipped their drinks and chatted. It felt more strained now, even a little uncomfortable.
Throwing her head back, her loose curls cascading behind her, Beth threw back the last of her bottle. Then standing up, wordlessly, she walked slowly towards Dave. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He had a sinking feeling what was coming, and yet, he couldn't stand up and stop it.
Beth straddled his lap, putting one leg over each of his. She felt light on his lap, her face so close to his. Dave felt a twitch in his pants. He had to toss her aside, to make her move.
Instead, he sat frozen, as she reached forward and started to kiss him. Her lips were soft and tasted of strawberry. She smelled sweet, and her tongue was wet and thin, immediately interconnected with his. She shifted her weight on his lap, causing him to get very excited. Slowly, she moved her hips back and forth, kissing him and moaning slightly.
Dave put his hands on her sides. He thought he could live with this, just making out, if he stopped, but he had to see what was under neither her clothes. Sliding his hand up, he felt her soft, warm skin under his hands. Pushing her sweatshirt up, she raised her hands and allowed him to pull it off of her.
Leaning back slightly, Dave couldn't believe how sexy she was. Her skin glistened in the warm light of the room, soft and fleshy. She was wearing a tight sports bra, which she pulled over hear head with some effort, enormous, round breasts springing free.
Dave leaned forward and took one into his mouth. Beth threw her head back, moaning loudly, as he sucked on her nipples, kneading her breasts as he did. She moved her hips back and forth. He knew there was no going back now.
Beth pushed herself off of him, rising to her feet and kicking off her shoes. Locking eyes with his, she pealed her tights off her legs, kicking them aside. She was wearing red, lace panties. Dave was desperate to see the rest of her.
Lowering herself to her knees, Beth positioned herself between Dave's legs, and unbuckled his jeans. Pulling his rock hard cock out, she moaned softly before she ran her tongue up the length of it. Swallowing it, Dave moaned loudly. She buried it into the back of her throat, and then bobbed her head quickly up and down. Her curled hair flew left and right, up and down, as she worked on him.
Dave was afraid he might finish in her mouth, and as badly as he wanted to, if he'd come this far, he might as well finish the job. Pushing her off of him and pulling the rest of his clothes off, he pushed her back onto the bed. She lifted her hips, letting him slider her panties off of her.
She was completed shaved - Dave had never seen a woman completely bald, in the flesh - and Dave wasted no time. Diving in, his tongue immediately found her clit. She moaned loudly as he started to massage it, then using a finger to part her lips. Sliding a finger in, he pulled it back out, now soaked with her juices, and ran them all over her. She moaned louder and louder, and he inserted his finger again.
Then he had a thought. There was something he always wanted to try, but his wife always said no. Using her juices to get his pinky finger wet, she pushed it down between her plump ass cheeks. Keeping a finger in her pussy, he gently pushed another against her ass. She moaned loudly, her ass giving no resistance, as he achieved his goal of one finger in each hole.
"OH fuck, that feels so good!" Beth screamed. Dave hoped her sister-in-law wasn't close by, because he was sure the entire floor heard her. "FUCK! Finger my ass!"
Beth bucked her hips against her face, shoving herself down onto his fingers. Then, grabbing him by the hair, she pulled him away.
"I need your cock." She demanded.
"I...I don't have a..." Dave protested.
Reaching down and taking him by the cock, Beth pulled him towards her. "I don't care. Be careful. Just give it to me."
Dave felt a slight tightness around the tip of his dick, and then he slid in as if she were sucking him into her body.
"OH FUCK YES!" Beth screamed, her legs shaking. He could feel her walls clenching against him. Dave started to slowly fuck her, leaning forward to kiss her. Beth's hips rocked back against his. The fucked in perfect rhythm, their sighs and moans in chorus.
Dave didn't want to finish, not yet, so pulling himself from her, he pushed one of her hips over the other. Obedient, Beth rolled onto all fours, pointing her holes back at him. Dave slid back in, his cock glistening in the dim light. Beth pushed herself back against him, so Dave held still as she violently fucked herself on him. Looking down, her asshole still wet, Dave put a finger in her.
Beth screamed as he did, stopping her movements and growing ridged. Dave kept the finger in, as he started to fuck her from behind.
"Holy fuck, I feel so full. I've never had anything in my ass before. It feels so good to have you in both of my holes!" she cried out, as she shook off the end of him, falling forward onto the bed. Dave was sure she'd just had another orgasm.
"I want to ride you," Beth demanded. Laying back on the bed, Dave watched as she straddled him, her knees up high by her tits. She started moving up and down his cock, slowly at first, and then bouncing faster and faster. Her tits bounced up and down as she cried out into the night.
"Oh my God. I love the way you feel in me. Your cock feels of fucking good. You're going to make me cum again."
Dave knew he couldn't hold out any longer. "Beth...fuck...I'm going to...you have to stop..."
Beth only rode him harder. "No. Put it in me. I want you to put it right into me."
Dave shoved his hips into the air, burying himself into her, his cock pumping deep into her body. Beth screamed, her entire body convulsing as she milked his cock into her.
Falling off of him, Dave could see his seed dripping down her leg. Beth threw a leg and arm over him, panting as she slowly fell asleep. Soon, Dave drifted off himself.
When the light of morning came, Beth was still asleep next to him, her tight little ass pointed into the air. Standing up, Dave decided he needed a shower, immediately.
As the warm water cascaded down his body, Dave hoped it might wash away what he'd done the night before. He couldn't believe he'd let himself do anything like this.
Then he felt the shower door open next to him. Beth climbed in, her tits bouncing as she pushed him to the side. Dropping back to her knees, she started stroking his soft cock.
"One more, for the road. We've already cheated, we might as well make the most of it." she said, her eyes looking up at him.
Dave wanted her to stop, but he was already growing hard. Beth took him into her mouth, slowly blowing him. Her tits moved back and forth, water falling down onto them, as she started to play with herself. Moaning into his cock, Dave kept thinking about how her fingers were now covered in his cum.
"I want it, baby," she cooed, stopping only long enough to speak, before she deep-throated him. Dave felt a twitch, as he started to fuck back into her face.
With a groan, he shot a load into her mouth. Beth pulled him from her, and stroked him hard as he deposited a huge load of sticky white cum directly onto her face. He could see her hand moving furiously, as her eyes rolled back in her head with a loud moan.
Rising to her feet, she moved him to the side and started to wash herself. Dave executed himself from the shower, dried off, and went back to the bedroom.
A few minutes later she came back in, quickly dressing.
"Let's just..." she started to say.
"Pretend we didn't?" Dave asked.
"Yes!" Beth replied.
"Have you, you know?"
"Ever done this before?" Beth asked. "No. Definitely not."
Dave somehow felt better about that, as Beth started to walk towards the door.
"Wait," Dave said, rising to his feet naked and alone in the room. "How will you..."
"Room 213" Beth said, glancing over her shoulder, as she opened the door and disappeared.
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