Memphis meets Austin (pt1) - Sex Stories

Memphis meets Austin (pt1)

I was sitting at a blackjack table when she walked in and caught my eye. She was tall, I'm guessing about 5'8", blonde hair, cut short, very Marilyn Monroe(ish). She had red lips and a smile that lit up a room. And her eyes... what was it about those eyes? I'd have to get closer to check. She was wearing a black leather jacket. And underneath, a short dark grey tshirt dress with a print of Ganesha on the front of it, which showcased her legs, great ass and fabulous tits, I'm guessing about 36D. You could see her sexy nipples straining against the fabric, just as my cock was doing the same against my jeans.

She took a seat at the bar and it wasn't long before the sharks started circling. The bartender, who was quite a looker herself, approached her. As she was placing her order, the first shark came in for the kill. I could tell he was offering to pay for her drink. You could also tell she shut down the offer quickly and politely. As the guy walked away, the bartender and her shared a smile and chuckled to themselves, so as not to hurt his feelings. The bartender chatted with her as she made her drink. I couldn't quite tell if she was flirting with her or just good bar tending, in hopes of a tip. Either way, the two of them smiling and laughing together was quite a sight.

Another shark comes in, obviously doing the "you come here often". And again, she shut him down. Her and the bartender share a smirk and an eye roll. I realized I'd lost quite a few hands in a row, ...

... paying more attention to the antics going on at the bar, than I was to my game. So I pulled my chips back and left the table. I found a seat in the lounge and watched. She was enjoying the music, looking around the casino, when our eyes first connected. I smiled, she smiled back and continued scanning the room. I was watching her drink slowly disappear, timing my move. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Seeing her laugh with the bartender, I started a little fantasy dialog in my head about the two of them. Thinking how hot the shorter, brunette girl would look going down on her. The blonde caressing her own tits, pulling at her nipples as she lifted her hips, grabbing the brunettes hair pulling her in, as she fucked her mouth.

STOP, I had to stop, I can't control my growing hard-on and I'll be approaching her any minute now, as I can see her drink is getting low. I'll have to make my move soon. I see two more sharks at the end of the bar, I can tell they're ready to double team their approach on her. Here I go.

I walk up to the bar a couple seats down from her, not wanting to be mistaken for your average shark. I see the two guys that had started to stand, sit down in frustration at my arrival. The bartender, Austin her name tags says, motions to me that she'll be just a minute. I give her a no worries wave. I turn and smile at the blonde, she smiles back. "She's busy!", she says, with a way too damn cute, southern accent. "What's that?" I ask, like I didn't hear her. Like ...