A Poker Match

They’d been battling all through the evening. The Poker room was open for just another hour. Strangers before tonight - the connection she felt (and suspected he did too) was like the feeling of being naked together and being totally ok with it, as if their beings knew and hungered for the other. The intensity and sexual attraction was palpable to everyone at the table. It was as mutual as it was unexpected.

The game was Texas Hold ‘em, 5/10. The cards had been favoring her, but it still was a battle. She was a better player but he could just sense when he had her beat and capitalized on it relentlessly. She wasn’t used to being read so accurately by another player. She loved it, and hated it. The other players now openly commented on the sexual tension between them. The lady in seat 2 suggested whomever won the next heads up between them should be in charge of the bedroom for the night. They studied each other for a moment, searching deeply in the others eyes, and nodded their assent.

In charge of the bedroom tonight…interesting… not sure if winning or losing was preferable, but I would fight my damndest to win. I could happily live with the outcome either way.

He lay a straddle bet, increasing the pot. She raised, everyone else folded, he re-raised, she thought for a minute, and flipping one chip in the middle - called All-In. He did too. He flipped a pair of Kings and smirked. She bit her bottom lip, then slowly showed her Aces with a look of delight.

Just the two of us left. I was finding it hard to concentrate. This man excited me. Made my body betray my cool exterior, I hoped it wasn’t as obvious as it felt. I didn’t know if I wanted to lose to him or win…Interesting.

The flop came KQJ. Shit. He flopped Trip Kings. I needed a 10 or an Ace. The turn came an A. I had him! Agonizingly slowly, one of my favorite dealers was dragging this out. The river came the last K. Quads. He turned Quads and won.

I let out an audible gasp. A collective sigh (and smiles) came from the table. Then I noticed the group that had gathered round to watch. I guess they knew what we were playing for. This was my regular poker room. Some of these folks knew me. I’d had a few flirtations at the tables over the last two/three years. A few had asked me out for a meal or a tumble. A couple of guys, one a floor boss and one gal had been quite insistent. - but I had not yet found anyone I was interested in sharing time nor my body with. Till tonight.

The men all were congratulating him, clapping him on the back and doing that male ‘nudge’ thing which translates to ‘you lucky dog ur getting laid tonight by a beautiful woman. He was an impeccable gentleman about it, not encouraging, not gloating. But I did see him have to adjust his pants a couple of times. I hoped he had a raging hard on.

He colored out his chips to black 100’s and got a rack. 20 chips per column, 4 full and one partial. A nice haul.

My heart was beating furiously, between my legs was wet and felt electrified. I didn’t know anything much about this man except I was crazy attracted to him. Intelligent, clever, and a worthy opponent. Talking with him for the past 6 hours left me feeling I knew him. I hoped I was correct. But honestly I didn’t care because something in me felt like I needed him and the primal attraction was powerful. Too powerful to deny.

He came over to my chair, chivalrously pulled it out for me and extended his hand. Our eyes met and I reached towards his hand…our skin touched and simultaneously it felt like I was both zapped by lightening AND being submerged in a perfect temperature hot tub I was both excited and content for whatever happened tonight.

He draped his arm possessive around my shoulders and guided us out knowing many eyes in the room were watching us. Following our movement. We walked to the elevators without saying a word. I felt the chime when the elevator arrived through my whole body. Reminiscent of a wrestling match bell, I wasn’t sure what it portended but it seemed we were both willing to find out. Inclining his head toward the floor buttons, I took out my hotel key card, swiped it and pressed the top floor. Holding hands, I led him to my door. Just before I touched the key card to the pad, he turned toward me, tipping my face toward his, he stared into my eyes. I don’t remember his exact words but generally he said he was happy to have escorted such a beautiful woman safely to her room but was releasing me from our bet. He said he very much wanted to spend the night with me in any circumstances - in charge or just together, but that he wouldn’t walk through the door if I was unwilling or hesitant. It was what I needed to hear. I told him I wanted him, to honor our agreement… moreover wanted to spend the night with him.

I opened the door to my suite.

As he explored the various rooms, I removed my shawl and began to take my hair down. Feeling his hands on my wrists halting my action, I stopped. Shaking his head I realized he ~was~ going to be in charge and I needed to wait. Walking us into the bathroom, he guided me to face the marble countertop that ran the full length of the bathroom. The whole wall above was mirrored. He stood behind me as we locked eyes in the mirror. Then he removed my clothing, slowly….carefully….barely touching me. And I wanted him to. So much I wanted to know how his hands felt on my body. To feel his caress, feel his strong hands on my body. I stood naked. I watched him as his gaze went up and down my body. A pleased and satisfied look spread across his face as he repeated “beautiful, just beautiful”. I was expecting him to press his clothed body into mine, but I was wrong. Taking my hair down he took my hairbrush and began brushing out my long silver hair. He did an excellent job, he was very thorough. And gentle. Though I sensed a great deal of control and restraint. I could see his body was turned on, but other than the noticeable bulge in his pants, he seemed totally focused on his task.

Putting the brush down he ran his fingers through my hair, all the while making a gentle humming noise, almost like a purr. His hands started at my shoulders as we both watched, stroking down my arms he took each of my small hands in his and lifted them over my head and brought them behind his neck. “Hold” was all he said. So I did. As I clasped my hands together behind his neck, he started with my raised arms and slowly stroked downward. The feeling of his hands on my skin sent shivers of anticipation down my body. Watching him touch me…watching him ‘watch me’ as he touched me- totally exposed …yet I felt totally safe. I wanted more. I wanted him to know all of me. I was so fucking turned on. He finished stroking down my arms, went over my shoulders and encircled my neck… stroking with a light touch, he continued on to my breasts. Holding each one from underneath - he kneaded them, sliding his hands to my nipples. My hard, tightly erect nipples - so sensitive, so delicious…he held them by just the nipple for a moment…definite pressure that made my pussy ache. Made me want to spread my legs…god I wanted him to fuck me, fill me, use me however he chose. I felt mesmerized. Using his whole hand he massaged and squeezed my breasts before stroking underneath them, down my rib cage, then belly, bringing his hands each to a side he stroked up and down my sides- he followed my curves to my hips and pulled his body to nestle into my back. He eyes never stopped looking at me in the mirror, he registered every moan and shudder from me that his hands provoked. I knew he could see how much I wanted him. His small smiles and smirks and felt his hardness pressed into my back thru his clothes, I knew he wanted me too.

When would he remove his clothes?! But- he was in charge so I waited. Reaching down over my shoulders with both hands, he spred my lips…the air hitting my clit made me gasp, I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. I loved it, wanted more, wanted him in me, was ready to scream. He reached up and took my left hand down, bringing it to my pubic mound and my right to my side and as he spread my lips again - told me to ‘show him’ how much I wanted him. Covering my hand with his we began rubbing my clit in hard slow circles. My god this was hot. He was so controlled. So deliberate with each movement he made. He removed his hand from mine, took hold of both my hips and ground his cock into my back. I was so wet, so turned on as he watched me touch myself and as I moaned and murmured about how I wanted him- no needed him in me, he finally began undressing telling me not to stop. As he removed his shirt, I got a good look at his fine body, before only hinted at through his clothing. Muscular arms and chest - a handsome, well toned man. Standing back up straight after removing his pants, I admired his erection, perfect size, it was beautiful. I wanted it. Wanted him deep in me. I rubbed myself more earnestly determined to prove how I longed for him. I felt myself close to getting off and told him in some garbled words - asked permission to cum. In answer he put a hand on each shoulder and turned me towards him. Kissing me for the first time initially gently, almost tentatively….together our kiss became intense, need filled for both of us. This was the first I had felt his intensity since leaving the Poker Room. I liked it. I liked him. He picked me up and sat my butt on the counter reminding me I was supposed to be showing him how much I wanted him to fuck me. And I did- I longed and needed for him to fill me. Taking his hard on and stroking it, he pushed my legs apart with his body…such intimacy I felt with this man I barely knew,..still watching all of me…my body..me touching myself, we locked eyes, He made sure I was safe and secure where I sat, he lifted my knees placing my feet on the marble so I was totally exposed, being wide open in front of him turned me on more than I could imagine And he had barely touched me yet. About to cum, I closed my eyes as my back arched and was interrupted as I was told firmly to open my eyes and look at him. Panting now as my eyelids lifted to meet his intense gaze, I felt his fingers plunge into me. Yes! Fill me, please! I begged. Putting a hand on each of my knees, spreading me wider he slid his cock deeply into me. Standing there, watching me, fucking me, I felt complete. I felt seen. I felt connected. And I gasped as the first of many orgasms I had that night was released with his cock deep (and perfectly) in me.

I couldn’t tell you all the positions we made love in, all the ways he fucked me, but as the sunrise began to shine through the windows I knew contentment. Satisfaction. Happiness. Barely awake I felt the soft down comforter being tucked under my chin, felt a gentle kiss on my forehead and heard him softly say - “I look forward to our next rematch, sweet Beth”. Then I heard the door open and close behind him and I knew nothing more as I drifted off to sleep.