Somewhere Between Love and Lust Ch. 06
Chapter Six - Having a Little Fun Along the Way
Section One - Meeting Toni
Tammy left the shower with a towel concealing her, as she stepped out. On the terrace, I was smoking a small cigar with Veronica. The ladies wanted to spend an evening out together, so I was free to engage in any activity I desired. Clad in a crimson attire that accentuated her curves, Veronica's chest formed a noticeable cleavage against the tight dress. The dress featured a side slit that stretched halfway to her thigh. Her makeup was perfectly applied, emphasizing her charming brown eyes and plush lips. She had painted her lips in her signature Chola style, which highlighted them even more. I was tempted to kiss her, but I had to restrain myself for the time being.
She handed me the cigar and exhaled a few puffs before offering it to me. "Brad, what'll you be doing tonight?" she asked.
I took the cigar, puffed on it a few times, and replied, "I haven't decided yet. I'm considering going to the casino, or attending a comedy show. There's also the option of checking out some live music at the piano bar."
Feeling Tammy's arms around me, I felt her bare skin against my back as she kissed me. I returned the kiss, but didn't stick my tongue in her mouth, knowing she dislikes the taste of cigar smoke. She, on the other hand, inserted her tongue, and we shared kisses for a while as Veronica puffed on her cigar.
Tammy moved away and walked back into the room. Leaving the door open, she picked up her dress and put it on. The garment was short and black with an open back and spaghetti straps. Next, she donned her fishnet stockings, then proceeded to style her hair and apply her makeup. I stared at the ocean's waters as I awaited our trip to Mexico the following day. I longed for the clear blue waters and the white sandy beaches.
"There's a guy carving ice with a chainsaw. That could be an interesting experience," she mentioned as she put on her dress.
Returning the cigar to Veronica, I stood and kissed Tammy. I avoided sticking my tongue in her mouth, cognizant of the dislike for my cigar taste. She, however, did insert her tongue into my mouth, and we kissed. I handed the cigar back to Veronica, who sat on a chair outside to toke on it.
She drew closer to me and said, "There's a man carving ice with a chainsaw. That's interesting."
Veronica took another puff of the cigar before disposing of it. She moved back into the room, ordered herself ready for the night. She went to the restroom to groom herself, brushed her teeth, and put on perfume. I, meanwhile, had a shower, donned a khaki skirt with a beige and blue Hawaiian shirt, slipped on my Birkenstocks, prepared some cash, and took out my case of small cigars with a lighter. I also ensured my ID card was accessible and headed to the casino.
Tammy had a busy schedule, encompassing vacations, prepping for the night's extravagance, and confessed that it was a "date night." "We have a 6:30 dinner reservation.", she explained. "Chill out, and enjoy yourself. Don't stay in... unless that's something you'd like to do."
I responded, "Absolutely! I'm excited for some alone time!"
The sun was slowly setting; soon, the moon and stars would be the only light source. I placed an order for room service and stepped out onto the balcony to enjoy the refreshing sea breeze.
As I slumbered in the balcony's chair, I was jolted awake by thrumming music echoing from the room overhead. Annoyed, I peered up into the balcony and spotted a tall, blonde woman, wearing a sundress and smoking a cigarette, conversing with her brunette companion. Her friend also sported a cigarette, and their intoxicated laughter filled the silence. I resolved to avoid the party by heading to the casino for some relaxation. I had a quick shower, got changed into my kilt, put on my Hawaiian shirt, and wore my Birkenstocks. Then, I gathered cash, my smaller cigar case, my lighter, and my ID card. With everything in order, I left for the casino.
I adore casinos. The noise of the machines going off; people talking and having a fun time; the sound of chips clinking together; the scent of stale smoke and overpowering perfume combined with alcohol all felt quite comfortable and calming. The blackjack tables were the furthest away from the entrance I used. The bar situated between me and the blackjack tables was mostly empty, so I stopped and purchased a bourbon and Coke before going over to an almost empty table. In actuality, the majority of the casino was vacant, with the exception of a bachelor party in the corner, filled with inebriated fraternity jerks who were chasing waitresses, spilling drinks, being loud, and generally being annoying.
The craps table had a sizable number of individuals surrounding it. I glanced at the point and wagers and noticed thousands of dollars sitting on the table. A man standing close to where I was standing turned and stared at me. "Good luck with trying to join in this action," he said, taking a drink.
"Really? Why's that?"
"Because this shooter is hot, dude! He's hit every point for the last hour. It's crazy. I've never seen anything like it. No one wants to leave the table."
As if on cue, I heard, "Hard eight. Winner, Winner, Chicken dinner. Pay the shooter. The house loses again!" The table erupted in shouts.
"See what I'm saying?!" he exclaimed. "This guy can't lose."
I examined the crowd surrounding the table but could find no space. Several men cast me disapproving looks when I glanced in their direction for a spot. It was clear that I was an unwelcome intruder in their little gathering. I nodded vaguely and walked away from the blackjack tables in the direction of a table playing craps.
As I strolled past an alcove, I heard a woman yelling, "I told you I don't want to hang out with you, freak!"
"I'm not asking, sweetheart."
I peered at the woman as she looked at me. Her eyes pleaded. I hurried over to where they were. Without hesitation, I grabbed the drunk by his earlobe and gave it a forceful tug. He yelped and reached for me, so I twisted it harder. I leaned in as I whispered, "Did you know that if you were to fall overboard, you wouldn't be rescued? You'd be lost at sea. Lost in the open ocean. Drunk, and stupid. Shark bait."
At this point, I had turned his head to one side. His yelp had drawn the attention of the other guys, but none of them moved.
"Did you also know that it only takes 12 psi of pressure to rip human flesh?" I yanked his earlobe again, causing some of it to pull away from his head. He whined and tried to touch me, so I twisted it harder. He was now on the ground, holding his damaged ear. I raised my finger and dabbed it in his blood, then displayed it to him before smearing it on his face.
Now his friends were paying closer attention, and one of them stepped between us.
"We don't want any trouble here."
"Make your friend behave," I said. "He was harassing this woman. That's unacceptable. If you don't teach him some manners, I will." He hesitated. "What's your choice?"
"Jim. You gonna be cool?" His intoxicated acquaintance nodded. "Good!" I said. "Now, apologize to the lady."
"Ma'am, I'm sorry I... harassed you."
She nodded but didn't utter a word.
I angled his head to face me and stooped lower. "If I encounter you again and you're bothersome, understand that I'll carry out my threat. You understand?"
He nodded again, and I glanced at his friend. "And before you contemplate attacking me later, know that I'm a master of hand-to-hand combat. Don't jeopardize yourself. You won't appreciate the outcome. Comprender?"
He lightly nodded in response. I loosened my grip on the boy's earlobe and took a step backwards simultaneously. Standing back up, he checked the injured spot and observed the blood on his fingers. One of his pals embraced him and guided him toward their companions. Once they returned with their crew, I observed their hostile gazes, yet I knew none of them possessed the courage to confront me. They left within minutes.
As I stared at the woman lying on the ground, I inquired, "Are you alright?" She also nodded, affirming her wellness. "Are you with someone? Can I help you leave this place?"
She shook her head again. "No, I'm fine. I'll simply go to my room."
I acknowledged by nodding. "Alright. Good. Just be careful and avoid those knuckleheads."
She gazed up at me, revealing a warm and authentic smile. I strolled towards the blackjack table. The room was much less crowded, but there was a worn-out woman at the farthest end with a dwindling pile of chips. It was obvious she was merely passing the time. I pulled out $500 and set it on the table, taking a seat. The dealer, approximately fifty years old, who wore her short hair neatly tied in a bun, approached us. Her name badge disclosed her name as Mabel.
"How would you prefer to play?"
"Quarters will suffice," I responded, taking a sip of my drink.
Mabel placed a bunch of twenty-five dollar chips in front of me. I pushed one aside for my bet. I won the next hand. The same thing occurred with the following rounds. When I received a pair of aces, which I separated, I won. I almost always won against the dealer. After a span of time, there were more players sitting at the table. If they split tens, I stared at them. I even conveyed to one woman she was foolish for splitting a pair of tens. They soon departed, leaving only me.
"Would you say you're having good fortune?" The enticing brown eyes of the lady I'd previously assisted entered my view. "Do you have a secret?"
"No secret," I replied, grinning at her. "One simply follows the rules, adheres to the method the House uses, and hopes for the best."
"Just that?" she inquired, pointing to my increasing stack. "It's not like blackjack is a mysterious game...there are regulations, favoring the House, but if one remains intelligent and aware, and one does not grow careless, one can generally succeed."
"Perfectly," I remarked, watching her glamorous eye color. I then noticed her gazing at me as I smoked the cigar. I opened my case and offered it to her, and she accepted a cigarillo. Lighting it, she took multiple draws before inhaling deeply. I couldn't help but notice her beautiful lips wrapped around the cigar. My attention returned to the table as the dealer began shuffling the deck. I stretched my hand out, and she took it. "I'm Bradley."
"I'm Toni," she replied as she sat in the vacant chair next to me. I viewed her admiringly and enjoyed her curved neck and cocoa-colored skin. I opened my case and presented it to her, allowing her to select her preferred choice. I lit the cigar, inhaled, and proceeded with the game.
The dealer was back while Toni examined my cigar-smoking. "It appears you're having a successful night," she noted with interest, referring to my expanding chippings. "What's your secret?"
"No trick," I uttered, smiling at her. "I simply adhere to the game's rules, mimicking the House's play, and expect the goddess of fortune to smile upon me."
"That simple?" she inquired, referencing my growth in chips. "I see." She observed my actions and the cards, but immediately viewed my love of smoking. She even accepted a cigarillo, lighting it herself. I couldn't avoid her captivating lips and their contact with the cylinder. My conception returned to the table as the dealer distributed the cards.
"Mr.? Are you still playing?" the dealer inquired.
"Yes!" I exclaimed, putting a one hundred-dollar bet down. She dealt me a ten-point Blackjack. I simply multiplied my hundred into three hundred. I set my winnings aside and placed another hundred for my bet.
"Congratulations on your winnings," Toni commended as the dealer blew past twenty-one, granting me an additional three hundred. "You're remarkably fortunate, aren't you?"
I grinned at her, noticing the allure of her neckline and toned skin color.
She moistened her full lips with her pink tongue. The contrast was stunning. I felt my cock twitch beneath my kilt, and was thankful I wasn't wearing anything restrictive. I separated my stack of winnings, keeping half on the betting circle and putting the rest in front of me. Then I added another grand worth of chips, colored them, and pocketed the chip.
"Do you join in?"
"No. I'm not even familiar with the regulations."
I took a few puffs of the cigarillo while she had a go too. Just then the server approached with a fresh bourbon and Coke.
"I'll get one as well," Toni said to the server as the server set my drink down.
"Yes, ma'am. Would you like another one here, as well?"
"Yeah, that'd be terrific." I placed a $20 chip on the server's tray.
Mabel dealt me a couple of Aces, which I divided. One won, one lost. I broke even.
"You're aware that you don't need to know the rules to play," I said to Toni, stroking her forearm.
"I'm not a big gambler. I prefer... a guaranteed profit."
"Ah..."
"Blackjack!" Mabel called.
I left my chips on the betting circle and nodded at Mabel. She smiled and dealt me another hand. I couldn't believe the good fortune I was experiencing.
"Fancy joining us outside?" Toni inquired, caressing my forearm.
I reached into my pocket and felt the chips. Several $500 chips and many $1,000 chips. It had been my most profitable evening of blackjack thus far. I was on a winning streak and did not want to leave it. However, I also had this very attractive, eager woman seeking a response.
"Allow us to finish our cigarillos first, then step outdoors and breathe in that fresh air," I said to Toni.
She pouted for a moment, then nodded. "I've never witnessed anyone even play this game," she mentioned, transferring her hand from my arm to my thigh.
"What are you doing in the casino?" I inquired as Mabel dealt herself a Blackjack. I turned a blind eye, not irritated but instead only pushing a few chips out. Despite having been dealt an eleven, I was intoxicated by my success.
"I like the ambience. The sound of the chips, the machines, the chatter. It's lively, right?"
"Entirely," I agreed, disregarding the Blackjack Mabel dealt me. Overlooking my winnings.
"I'm a little tipsy," I said to Toni as I extinguished my nearly burning cigar in the ashtray. She took a few more puffs of her own and blew the smoke out the side of her mouth in a narrow stream. I enjoyed observing her lips curl to expel the smoke.
"Yeah, baby. That sounds tempting."
I totaled up my chips. Then I deposited the $500 chip over to Mabel. "This one's for you. Thank you for an unforgettable evening." I carried my chips to the cashier's position. I transferred them to a chip tray and stood up. I was slightly tipsy from the bourbon and Cokes, but I also had a decent appreciation of how important it was to cash out. After a minute of searching, I found the cashier's desk and approached it. I set my chip tray on the counter, then emptied my pockets. The cashier, a middle-aged lady who looked as though she'd smoked her entire life, had wrinkled skin and foggy eyes. She counted the bills while Toni and I discussed.
"Thirteen thousand five hundred," I told her, presenting my keycard. "Charge it to my room."
She took my keycard, scanned it, pushed some buttons on her keyboard, printed a receipt, and handed it to me. "There it is, darling. Enjoy your night," she said as we stepped away and I glanced at the receipt. Toni snuggled up to my arm and embraced it. As we walked out onto the circular corridor outside, the breeze was refreshing and warm. We were moored off the coast of Mexico, with the beams of lights from Cozumel, and the sounds of partying on a nearby ship audible over the water. We clutched our beverages. Toni wrapped her arms around my arm.
"What's that? An incredibly fortunate triumph for me."
I tapped her softly on the cheek. "Yes. Come with me as we depart for some fresh air."
I pictured her with me on the deck, savoring the invigorating draft and enjoying the exquisite view. And I yearned for the chance to appraise her further during this intimate journey.
It's pleasant outside, I mentioned, as I approached the railing, observing the water where the party barge was secured. The festivities were in their peak. Some individuals were enjoying in the water, several were floating on innertubes, and two gentlemen on jet skis were creating massive circles around the yacht. "Seem like they're having a blast." Turned around to take a closer look at Toni. This was my initial time to truly observe her. She was significantly shorter than me- the top of her head hit mid chest. Her hair was naturally tangled on the sides. She had a curvaceous body, a delicate face, and a lovely smile. Her complexion had an affluent hot chocolate hue. Not the crappy hot chocolate from a packet, but rich, artisanal hot chocolate. Her lips were plump, with little gold hoops in a snakebite piercing. Her eyes, though. They had more gold than brown. Intelligence radiated from her eyes. She sported a short black skirt, a leopard print crop top that just about covered her breasts, and leopard print peep toe high heels. She had stunning legs.
"Fools, indeed," Toni voiced out, stepping next to me.
"Why do you assert that?"
"Not an expert, but I don't deem swimming in the ocean at night to be beneficial. In fact, I wouldn't even go deep in daylight."
"Sharks?"
She nodded. "I'm not sure why, but I dread them. I boarded this vessel solely to prevent my best friend from coming alone. Her wedding arrangement incorporated these tickets, but the groom... well, he backed out at the last minute."
"I'm grateful you're here," I said, digging into my sporran and extracted the cigar case. I sprung it open and extracted one, then handed it to her. She took it and, despite great effort, I managed to ignite us both. We sat down on the sunbeds, lit up our cigars, and watched the gathering across the water.
"I'm not sure if you're up for it, but I've some dope back in our cabin, if you wanna get high with me..."
"Definitely interested." I snuffed out the remainder of my cigar, drained the last of my beverage, and stood up, extending a hand to her. She accepted it and I assisted her to her feet.
"Let's go."
Part Two - Diana Appears
Toni redirected me to her domain. She opened the door to a vast room with a balcony and a king-sized bed. Clothes cluttered the couch and chairs, as well as the bed that was chaotic.
"Perhaps you should speak to your butler about how they're managing your room," I suggested as I entered.
"We don't want him barging in, though. He did a commendable job, but we don't want to be interrupted."
"I realize. May I exploit your lavatory?"
"Please."
I stepped inside, urinated, then cleaned myself up. Intercourse was in the air, but no guarantees existed, so I prepared. Toni was at the balcony railing, leaning over, and I spotted her ass cheeks protruding from her skirt. There were hardly any undergarments. I grinned and moved in her direction. Coming up behind her, I slid a hand under her skirt and pinched her ass cheeks. She turned towards me and we began kissing. She initiated the kiss, embracing me, and our tongues performed an intimate dance. Smoking had obviously not altered her taste buds, since she tasted sweet. My fingers meandered across her body, spontaneously. In the midst of kissing, I flipped her back around, bent her over the railing, lifted her skirt, and worshipped her derriere.
I kissed, licked, nibbled, and bit her fleshy buttocks. I pinched her ass cheeks and separated them to unveil a beautiful, flawlessly symmetrical, pink flower gazing at me. I kissed, licked, and nuzzled her newly unveiled flesh, leading me to her flower. When my tongue met it, she shuddered, clutched my head, and moaned into the night. "Fuuuuuuuuck yeah, baby! That feels exceptional.... Don't stop! Don't stop!" [end of paraphrase].
I didn't do what she asked. Instead, I held her cheeks apart and licked up and down her ass, only stopping to lick her flower. I extended my tongue as far as it could go, then started fucking her ass with my tongue. She arched her back and moaned even more. "Yes. Yes! Yes! Ahhhhh. Fuck!!" Pushing my face into her ass, my tongue disappeared. I put my arms around her, grabbed the railing, and pulled myself into her. Her hand held my head as I tongue-fucked her frantically. I thrust my tongue as deep as it could go.
Suddenly, she stiffened, and I could feel a shudder run through her body. Letting go of the rail, I ran my hands up and down her legs, traveling straight to her now very wet pussy. I slid a finger into her wetness. I coated my finger with her fluids before pulling it out and then sliding it onto her sensitive clit. Rubbing lightly at first, she responded by pushing against me, grinding her ass into my face. The scent of her sweet nectar tempted me, and I wanted a taste.
I licked from her ass down to her pussy. "Oh, yeah, babe, do that," she moaned as I made my way to her, dripping, ready pussy. The aroma was intense, and she tasted incredible. I could already feel her cum on her lips. I licked her outer labia for a few minutes, then spread her pussy lips and stuck my tongue into her wet pussy. Toni reached back and grabbed my head, directing my actions. "Fuck me! Come on, go for broke!"
"Oh, yeah, babe - you taste delicious!" I licked up and down, in and out. Keeping her ass cheeks spread, I licked her pussy. The more I sucked and licked, the wetter and juicier she became. She held my head firmly in place as I spread her ass apart, tasted her pussy, and explored with my tongue and lips. She was breathing hard and moaning nonstop. Then, without warning, she squirted over my face. Her juices ran down my face, into my beard, and onto the floor. I was drenched in her fluids, yet didn't stop.
Instead, I found her clit with my lips. It was large and engorged, not as large as Tammy's but more than average and incredibly sensitive.
I licked it slowly, purposefully. "Can't handle any more!" she whimpered. "I'm about to..." squirt again? Uh huh! She squirted for almost a minute, her legs shaking, hips convulsing, her body shaking as her juices covered my face, beard, and the floor.
I supported her as she almost collapsed, then picked her up, spun around, and tossed her onto the bed. I climbed onto the bed, and she spread her legs, reached down, took my head in her hands. I kissed her legs as I moved toward her. Upon reaching her stomach, I pushed up her top, exposing her large breasts. She had smooth, milk-chocolate skin, large dark areolas, and hard, dark nipples.
I kissed my way up her body to her massive breasts, which wobbled like a bowl of jelly. They were breathtaking! I gripped both of them, squeezing them together, then leaned down to nibble on them. Her areolas were large, her nipples hard and dark.
I flattened my tongue and licked and sucked her nips. Her head dropped back, and her nipples were captured in the crossfire, causing her to arch her back and moan into my mouth. With her eyes closed so tightly, she bent down, her head lowered, and started kissing and licking my nipples with me.
As we kissed, she ground her pussy against my hard cock. I could feel her clit rubbing against me, and she moaned. She stopped grinding and looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire, yearning, and the need to be filled. I shook my head no but held her gaze. Nodding, I withdrew and pressed my cock against her entrance. Her pussy hugged my cock as I slid in slowly, stroking her insides. Toni's eyes rolled back, and she arched her neck, offering it to me.
Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around her throat. Her white skin against my black skin was striking. Squeezing her neck, I slowly pulled my cock out of her, stopping just short of the tip, then pressed into her again. She gasped, unable to speak.
Pulling my cock out, I spanked her clit and pussy hard. Her juices splashed everywhere with each spank.
"You're so wet!" I told her.
"Fuck me! Stop teasing and fuck me!"
Her eyes were shut, with her head tilted back. Her vagina was clamping tightly onto my penis, as if it were a vice. With a hand, I cupped her clitoris and began moving it at the same pace as my penis. Her body began to quiver once more, and I could feel a powdery liquid coating my dick.
She felt so damn good it was unimaginable. Her cunt felt like no one else's before. I'd never been with a black girl till now, but I now recognized I was hooked. Her pussy felt tighter, and gripped more, and best of all, it was silky smooth. The harder and quicker I pounced and stroked, the more responsive she became with a string of snarls and groans, grunts and reverberating "oohhs." Her bosoms thrown about in sync, each tit bouncing like a water balloon filled with pudding.
Toni began snarling and howling more uniformly, so I slid my hand away from her clit and grabbed her breasts instead. Affixing her with a slovenly roar, I began ramming my member into her sterner and swifter. I both pushed and pulled, pounding it in and out her, striking her cervix on every strike. She put her legs about me, intertwining them more, pulling me near as she raised her head, looking up at me.
"I'm about to cum! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Set your beast free!"
I clenched her throat. I let go of her clit and captivated her breasts instead. With a barbaric growl, I began tightening my asshole, pounding my penis into her more relentlessly. I thrust and pounded and slammed her more forcefully, striking her cervix at every shot. She rounded her appendage around me, hugging me tighter, and with a sudden burst gave a boisterous shriek, reaching climax all over my dick and balls. Her nectar splattered on the bed, forming a puddle. Easing up, I withdrew into a sitting posture and gazed up.
In front of me was a stunning blonde female in nylon stockings, high heels, and a leather skirt, black leather corset, and a white shirt with no bra. Her nipples were hardened and enflamed, her orifices were rosy and swollen, and her eyes were of a deep blue, just like the sea we were cruising upon.
"You've found a mate tonight, my love?"
Toni opened her eyes, nodding in affirmation while pulling me closer with her legs. "Yeah, sweetheart. That there is Bradley, my knight in shining armor and one hell of a lay."
"Really?" She elevated her skirt to reveal her vulva. This one had a regal blonde mound, swollen labia that hung low, and a hoop dangling from her clit. "I believe I require a first hand experience." She met my gaze. "Shall I fuck you right back?"
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