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."
"Stupid old geezer," muttered Leo as he looked on with an obvious disliking for the man.
Emma shot her boyfriend a withering look. Their year long relationship was becoming decidedly frazzled and she was increasingly looking for ways to rekindle their curdled romance. Leo, in turn, resented all the outside influences that had recently invigorated a clearly unfulfilled Emma. Especially when he was made to look foolish in the eyes of others. (See chapter 5)
"Look," she had once told him in a fit of frustration. "I want dynamic, raw lust filled, screw a minute, nothing left to the imagination, red hot passionate sex with gorgeous and like minded people. Is that too much to ask for?"
Arnold gave Kathy a knowing look which the busty blonde acknowledged, and took a flustered Leo by the arm.
"I think Leo and I shall get closer to the action. The next race is up. You?"
"I shall accompany the two ladies to the barn area. I've something they both might like to see."
"We'll catch up later. Have fun, darlings!"
Kathy winked at her secretary and Emma got the feeling that something or another had already been cooked up. Presumably for the purpose of providing the old dear with some double nookie, that being she and Felicity. She looked at the older fellow and detected a definite sexual deviance behind his wide eyes. Would she let him have her. Just like that? Many people would believe Emma Watson wasn't THAT kind of person. But they would be wrong. Away from the limelight, Emma Watson WAS that kind of girl, and unashamedly so.
"Nearly there. Just follow our noses, what? Ha!" Emma inhaled deeply, and then wrinkled her cute nose as the smell of straw, hay and horse shit assailed her nostrils. She blinked in the glare of the sunlight and wished she had chosen a wider hat. Arnold led them to a secluded part of the park, past the parked horseboxes marked with large numbers. He pointed to a scattering of trees close to the barns and stables, and then promptly sat by a big bale of hay by a broken branch. Nicely shaded from the heat of the sun, and with green grass under their feet.
"I do so love the ladies. Especially the younger ones. Such delicate skin, and pale complexions you both have. I should dearly wish to see the pair of you butt naked. But please, strop me off first."
Emma wondered if he was all talk or if he did indeed have a way with the ladies. She had never been seduced by someone of his age before, and the added prospect of having a threesome excited her. A charge of erotic attraction flickered between all three as Emma and Fliss began to remove Arnold's upper garments. His engorged prick pushed hard against the front of his tweeds, and Fliss stood up and quickly wriggled out of her mini dress. Naked, in the tree filtered sunshine, she was a feast for the eyes of the older man, with her ripe and perky tits and smooth pale skin. Her legs were slender and her gorgeous little ass rounded out behind her nicely.
"What a pretty thing you are." Announced Arnold.
Not to be outdone, Emma unzipped her own dress and let it puddle around her shoes. She had decided to forego wearing underwear and so she revealed to the pair of them her naked glory. Her tits were firm and pliant, and she ran a hand across her flat stomach as Arnold's eyes sparkled brightly. The young actress emanated a rare combination of wide eyed innocence and sensuality. Her shaven mound beautifully set off the pinkness of her moist vulva. In fact, both naked beauties who stood at five feet five, could have passed for sisters.
"Come to daddy."
Arnold grinned and slid one hand behind Emma and cupped and squeezed her firm cheeks. She enjoyed his hand on her warm skin, all sweaty and rough. He turned to Felicity and gave her a sharp swat on her bare bottom.
