Vegas With Dad's Best Friend

“You do?” I feel like I must sound like an idiot, just repeating everything that he says. But I’m blown away.

How did I ever manage to get this lucky?

Maybe we should gamble a bit after all – I might end up being a winner.

As if in response to my thoughts, the dealer sweeps through the curtain again, slowly this time as if she’s not sure what she’s going to find. Seeing that we’re both fully dressed, she clears her throat and puts her practiced smile back on, brandishing a sealed deck of cards in her hands. “Are we ready to play?”

“You know what,” Jonas says, making an impatient sound and digging in his pocket. “I don’t think we’re going to play after all. How about I give you this money, you tell the casino that I exchanged it for chips and lost them all, and then you leave us alone for another… oh. I don’t know. Twenty minutes?”

“Twenty minutes?” the dealer says, her eyes fixed on the money he’s pulled out of his wallet.

“You can just go take a break and put your feet up,” he suggests. “Go out back for a cigarette break. Whatever. I don’t mind. And when you come back, we’ll be gone.”

The dealer reaches out and snatches the money from his hand. “Whatever you want sir,” she says, and then deliberately peels off a bill and tucks it into her own pocket. “Although it’s more realistic to think you would have won a hand or two, no?”

Jonas chuckles and nods and the dealer backs out the way she came, disappearing from view.

“I do,” he says, turning back to me and resuming our earlier conversation as if we hadn’t been interrupted at all. “And I’d like to prove it.”

“How?” I ask.

“By giving you a little taste of the real thing,” he says, with a teasing smirk that makes my insides turn to jelly. “We won’t go all the way. Not here, not yet. But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.”

I don’t know what that means, but I know that it sounds good. Who doesn’t like to feel good? I nod, biting my lips shyly, putting myself into his hands completely and utterly.

When he eases me back to lie down across the cushions of the seat, I can feel my heart hammering so hard that it might break through the velvet. Instead of lowering his body over mine he stays where he is, and pushes my knees apart gently. Before I know what’s happening he slides between them, pushing my dress all the way up over my hips, leaving my panties on full display.

He lowers his head, and before I can wonder what on earth he’s doing, I feel a kiss land on my inner thigh next to my knee.

I almost jerk away and knee him in the face in surprise, but I manage to stay still. His mouth moves further up my leg, and when the surprise fades away I discover that it feels incredible. Each brush of his lips takes him closer to my panties, and my anticipation grows higher and higher. Is he really going to touch me there? Is he going to…?

His fingers hook into the fabric at the sides of my panties, and I realize that he is.

He pulls the fabric slowly and carefully down, and I lift my hips obediently to allow it to come out from under me. I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m allowing him to undress me in the middle of a casino – in a place where someone already walked in on us once. But I’m so on fire for him I just don’t care. I want his hands on me, and I’ll do anything to make it happen right now.

And just like that, I’m exposed in front of him in a way that I have never been exposed to anyone before. He is so close to me, I know he can see everything. The thought makes me blush like crazy, but before I can react or even think about covering myself up shyly, he moves forward, even closer. I have no idea what he’s doing, but then -

I feel his tongue on me.

His tongue.

I can’t help but gasp and even writhe in surprise at the sensation, so different from anything I have ever felt. The thought that his tongue would be… down there.

He moves it slowly, sending ripples of sensation along all of my nerves as he licks upward. I find myself shuddering as he brushes over the cluster of nerves at my rosebud. His tongue is warm and wet and a little rough, and it seems somehow to be exactly what I need to feel.

When I moan in pleasure, trying to keep my voice quiet but not managing to suppress it entirely, Jonas starts to speed up his movements. Instead of just going straight up and down, his tongue seems to swirl in spirals, as though he’s circling around my most tender spots. I find my legs twitching at the sensation and momentarily worry that I might end up kneeing him in the face, but even that thought disappears with his next move.