Ace. Two. Six. One Club and two Spades. That mess left me with only a pair of sixes, no chance at a straight and not even close to a flush. She, on the other hand, was now sitting on a pair of aces and four Spades. As far as I could tell I was dead in the water and my day of enjoying her company across from me at the table was about to come to an end.
Jack. Heart. Didn't help either of us.
Ace. Diamond. My game was over.
I stood from the table and shook her hand to the applause of the audience. Her hand was warm and a bit clammy (was it possible that she was nervous at any point playing me?) and it sent chills through my body. I had shook her hand earlier in the day when we first sat down at the final table of the event, and both time I relished the touch of her flesh. I ensured that I kept good eye contact with her and smiled as I turned my back on her to collect my winnings for sixth place ($40,000) and watch the remainder of the table from the audience. I would be rooting for her the rest of the time, as were most of the men there.
I sat back in the shadows, able to breathe now after that final hand and watched her body slip back into her seat to finish her time at the table. It was the final table of a regional poker tournament and she stood to win $250,000 and a new car. I was just a newbie at these things, a man who somehow won more money than he put in, but would never be able to play with the big dogs. She...she was Jenny Soltess, a nationally known player who's had her fair share of face time on ESPN. She was one of the best female poker players in the country and the type of person one wouldn't mind losing to again and again. I had a chance to talk to her during one of the intermissions and she was smart and funny.
Moreover, she was good looking. She wasn't turn-your-head-stunning, but she definitely looked great amongst a bunch of hairy, smelly men at the poker table. She was about 5'7", with blonder hair that stopped right at the nape of her neck. Her eyes were that deep, hypnotic blue and her frame was athletic and curvy in the right places, though none of the curves were too big. I was surprised that her butt could look so good after hours upon hours sitting on those poker seats and her breasts we easily large B's or small C's. Her looks were good enough that she could be intimidating to look at while at the table, but she never dressed in an outrageous or slutty way. She almost always wore shirts with t-shirt-like necklines and never, ever flirted with anything low-cut while at the table. Her ass was usually being hugged by form-fitting jeans and she often wore a light leather jacket. She was sexy without having to show it all off.
So I tried to stare at her without staring at her, knowing that I would likely never get a chance to talk with her again, but not caring. It was an experience that I could relate to others and know that they would be secretly jealous. At the end of the day she came in second, losing on a dumb-luck full-house and she settled for the $200,000 second prize. The players at the final table all had one last hand-shake and then I left the pit, sure that it would be the last time I saw her in person. My plan for the rest of the day was to relax in the pool, catch a buffet and gamble away some of my winnings. The pool part went off without a hitch and I soon found myself riding the elevator back to my room, dressed in disheveled shorts and a t-shirt, holding my wet towel and trunks. At the concourse floor, the doors opened and much to my surprise in walked Jenny with a smile. I watched as the doors closed and she pressed the button for her floor, all the way at the top.
"Hi Jack, where ya headed?"
"Oh, just going back to my room." I felt my face getting red as I turned a bit sheepish. Alone in the elevator she was even better looking and through she wasn't a celebrity that many people could name, she was still a celebrity. "I was down in the pool for the bit. Figured I'd clean-up and catch the buffet, maybe go throw some of my winnings onto the craps table for a bit. Enjoy my last couple days here."
"Food. Now that's something I've been craving. Listen, I just left my friends for the night, they had to catch a plane back. Do you mind if I join you? I don't feel like hanging out with any of the normal poker-heads down there."
"Uh, sure. You want to meet down in the lobby in fifteen?"
"Sounds great."
She flashed the smile again as the elevator stopped and the doors open. I kept from stumbling out of the car and she gave a quick wave as I turned out of sight. I was so excited, I ran down to my room and hopped into the shower.
In the elevator it had taken nearly all my willpower to stay soft because I knew she would have seen it through the flimsy shorts. But now that I was in the confines of my own room I let the blood flow freely to my cock. I quickly washed my hair as my wet cock pointed north, then soaped down the rest of my body, cleaning off the terrible chlorine. I brought the bar of hotel issue soap down to my crotch and rubbed it liberally over my cock and balls, working up a fine, thick lather. The soap clattered to the floor as my right hand took hold of my full balls, massaging them as Jenny's image floated into my mind. I saw her cute ass bending over the table, reaching for her stack of chips and I wondered if she would let her breasts out to play now that she wasn't in the heat of battle. My left hand slid over my soap lathered cock with experienced efficiency, my fingers eagerly stimulating the large vein on the other side and I moaned as I rubbed the palm over the pulsing head. I looked down and watched as my hands worked my cock, pulling and rubbing, groping and mashing. It wasn't even two minutes before I felt my nuts clench and I watched as a long, cloudy stream of cum explode from my cock and flew through the water droplets, exploding as it splattered against the back wall. As that first cum rocket slid down the wet tile, a second, smaller stream curled out of my cock and I watched as it dripped to the ground, pooling at my feet.
With a sigh, I cleaned my self up, letting my cock soften as I washed off the soap. I looked over the tile and for a moment contemplated what I was going to do. Supposed I was the luckiest man in the world and I got Jenny back into my room this evening. If she were in the bathroom and caught sight of that large, slowly drying jettison of cum, would it turn her on? Or would it disgust her? I figured the safe road would be best and reached over and cleaned off the tile, watching my achievement flush down the drain. I couldn't spare any more time so I exited the shower and quickly dressed, opting for my normal casual outfit of t-shirt, shorts, and a hat. Simple and effective.
