Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... the dice cradled in his hand.

“I’m Aiden, by the way.” He spoke again, and she looked back into his eyes. He leaned into her, holding her hip, which she didn’t mind. His closeness pressed a wall of masculinity into her. He winked again and let the dice fly.

The box man waited until they rolled to a stop. “Winner Six! Pass line bets wins!”

Several people cheered while others groaned. Daisy couldn’t tell if she’d done a good thing or a bad thing. She looked back at Aiden. His face was so close, she could feel the sharp smell of his cigar on his breath. “Did you win?”

“It appears so. Can I have a little more?” he said, his mouth close to hers. “Luck, that is.”

“Sure, it’s fun.” Daisy leaned away. She enjoyed the game immensely. She also enjoyed the way he hovered, though she pretended not to notice. It was just flirting. Besides, she was learning something. This could be a good way to turn things for her and Pete. What could be the harm?

“Work that magic for me one more time.” His hand went down her hip then drew respectfully away. He placed the dice in her hand. It would be her throw next. Daisy swallowed the lump in her throat. She shook off the nervous flutters that sent tremors through her hands and then smiled up at him. Was he some tycoon that dropped gold coins wherever he went? Could a little more encouragement prove lucrative? He had touched her. It was a brush of his hand, but a girl knows when a man intends more in his touch. Pete would be pissed ...

... if he saw that. Daisy withered as a sobering pang of guilt stabbed at her heart. Not for just allowing it, but also for secretly liking it.

“Give me room,” said Daisy. He stepped back with his hands raised. Daisy exhaled. Finally she could process a thought.

"Comin' out! Bet those hard ways. How about the C and E? Hot roll comin', play the field. Any mo' on yo?" The stickman might as well have been speaking French. Daisy watched the bets stack up in an assortment of colorful chips. She realized that there was a science to the strange chant. She looked over at her handsome benefactor. He just stared on, unconcerned about his fortune in her hands. That was sexy. She shook the dice in her cupped palm. She said a quick prayer. She hoped she didn’t blow it. Daisy let it roll…

***

Pete pushed his way out of the men’s room. It was worse than game day at the stadium. He figured all the free drinks kept the never-ending line growing. He checked his wristwatch. He couldn’t believe how late it was. Time stood still in a casino.

Pete hadn’t told Daisy, but he’d stashed an extra three hundred he’d borrowed off his cousin, for emergencies. That meant they could stay in the thirty dollars a night roach motel a little longer while he searched for a job. He might even treat her to a buffet. A man in the bathroom said the seafood buffet at the Rio was good. He continued his stroll. His girl was right. She always was. They needed cash. It was his job to find it for them. She ...