Note- I have never been to Belmont Park racetrack, nor the nearby casinos, I googled it. This whole chapter is just pretend. Continued directly from chapter five.
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Seeing as they were in Long Island, their hostess for the visit, successful businesswoman Kathy suggested they should all visit the just reopened Belmont Park racetrack for some fun. Emma agreed readily, relishing a day in the warm sunshine after having been cooped up inside for so long during the interminable lockdowns. Was it the excitement of the race that intrigued Emma Watson? The numerous women and lovely male spectators that were in close proximity? Or the stallions and studs? By the time the day was over, Emma would indeed end up going through the entire card.
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The sun was out and attracted hundreds of punters and the general public, all determined to have a good day out. She and Leo had driven to the Hempstead Plains location close to Nassau County by themselves, and Kathy and her secretary Felicity, followed separately. The major thoroughbred horse racing facility was having it's first Spring-Summer meeting for over a year, and had drawn a fair crowd. The main dirt racecourse was the longest in the United States, and boasted a long and prestigious history in American horse racing. Apart from the racetrack there were the grandstand, training, and barn facilities.
"Over here!"
Kathy waved at them and bounded over with the young blonde filly by her side. The older of the two, and the more voluptuous, looked chic in a black and white number with a broad brimmed hat to match. A string of pearls sat above her hefty bosom, which threatened to spill out of het plunging neckline. In contrast, her secretary wore a gorgeous scarlet mini dress in a lace fabric that suited her petite frame. On her fair haired head she had an ivory hat with silk flowers and gold dipped petals.
"There you are."
She kissed Emma on each cheek and ignored Leo. Beside her bearded boyfriend, Emma cut an elegant figure in her sleeveless blue and white flower dress. Mid length, it had a flattering shale skirt and V cut neck line. Her hair was tucked up in her simple button headpiece that was secured to her head with an invisible elastic.
"Come and meet Arnold. An old acquaintance." Emma and Leo turned to see Kathy and Fliss accompanied by a much older man with silver hair, dressed in tweed trousers, a tan coat and wearing a straw trilby hat. He had the ubiquitous field glasses and form book of a professional punter. The embodiment of the typical race going gentleman. He smiled and kissed the ladies on the back of their hands.
"I shall choose number five to win in the first race." He announced in a booming voice. "A dead cert if ever I saw one, and a very reasonable 15 to 1. I should back it as well, if you fancy a flutter. Drinks, my lovelies?"
He sucked on his Quintero Panetela and trotted off to the nearest bookmaker and then all followed him to the grandstand, the enclosure of which had access to the bars and restaurants.
"Isn't he just adorable?" Gushed Kathy as she took Emma and Felicity by the arms.
"Back in his heyday, Arnold would fuck any women who had a pulse. And they all loved him for it. See that stallion over there?"
Kathy pointed out one of the runners in the next race, whose magnificent chestnut hide rippled in the sun. His tackle between his hind legs was truly immense.
"Arnold is pretty much hung like him. There was a time when he was always to be found on three things. A phone, a board of directors, or a woman. He's fallen on hard times since the pandemic. The loss of his job, his wife, and his house. He gambles now he hasn't that monthly pay cheque. I would dearly love it if you two could show him some appreciation. I owe him a great deal. Entertain him."
The group of four made their way to the Garden Terrace Dining Room on the fourth floor of the Clubhouse. This gave diners an excellent view of the entire racetrack, and from their table they watched the trainers and jockeys standing about discussing the next race. Emma looked at the man again as he rejoined them. A lot of women fantasize about being with an older man, and Emma was no different. When he spoke, he had that rich voice that came from years of smoking cigars. He appeared to be in his fifties, and had a fairly trim build that belied his years.
"Cheers, my dears."
Arnold got drinks for all. The official cocktail of the park, the Belmont Crown. As they drank, Arnold made all the conversation, joking about how he was old enough to be the father of Emma and Felicity, but that he still had plenty of life in him.
"And Emma is a movie actress." Said Kathy in an attempt to big her up.
"Really. Can't say I've heard of you," he said as mentally undressed her. "Haven't seen a flick in years. Too busy living the life, don't you know."
He tapped the side of his ruddy nose and chuckled on his cigar.
"As W C Fields once said, 'sex isn't the best thing in the world, nor the worst. But there's nothing quite like it.' And I tend to agree. My sex life isn't as prolific as it once was, but it's improved a hell of a lot."
As he spoke, he clearly directed his views to Emma and Felicity, ignoring Leo, and unashamedly stealing looks down the tops of young ladies dresses. As he kept them entertained with ribald tales of the numerous women he had bedded, he occasionally put his hand on Emma's bare thigh, his sparkling blue eyes fixed on hers. Feeling fruity herself, the blonde Fliss parted her willowy legs to show her elderly admirer that she no panties on to impede his gaze on her pouting snatch.
"And despite all that, dear Kathy and I have never done the business, eh? Too busy diddling young fillies, what?"
"Do you mean me or you?"
"Ha, ha! Good point. Touche!"
Kathy was an uncompromising and resolute admirer of the female of the species, but that did not detract from her long standing admiration of the old fellow. He was set on bedding as many nubiles as he was able in his twilight years.
"That's alright though, as I get to taste Kathy's young conquests. So we're all winners."
