"Oh, one more thing," I told Dani right before I opened the door, "Alan thought you'd look better without..." I knelt in front of her, running my hands up her legs to her thong, fingering the elastic, starting to slide it down, "this... he was right, it's very distracting to the dress."
Dani's dress was short, very thin gold-lame, a deep 'V' to her navel, backless, no bra, and round cutouts up the outside of both her legs, all held up by spaghetti straps to a gold choker. It was very nearly a copy of the dress she'd worn the first night of our week in Tampa, the only difference being the cutouts up the sides instead of a slit.
Dani had a red, satin blindfold around her eyes, she hadn't seen the dress, had no idea just how fucking sexy she looked! She had NEVER worn anything like it, much less in a crowded place like this casino.
"Hon...!" sounding almost panicky, but when it hit the floor, she stepped out of it.
While there, I couldn't resist, lifting her dress, nuzzling her bare mound with my mouth, Dani stepping her legs a little further apart, moaning when my tongue touched her, "So smooth, like a baby," I said, barely able to control myself, all my plans nearly evaporating in an instant.
"I... waxed... yesterday... was no hair appointment," Dani moaned, "Ohh God!" as my tongue penetrated her slit, finding her clit, tasting her dampness, my tongue inside her.
Her legs were shaking, hands on my head pulling me into her when I stood, channeling all the willpower I could muster, "Dinner," I said and led her out the door, down the hall to the elevator.
I'd bought her gold jewelry for this evening, earrings and bracelet, including an anklet with a heart pendant, hoping that maybe, some enterprising guy... or girl might take it as an invitation...
Walking down the hall, Dani's nervousness was evident in the way her fingers were gripping my hand. "Honey," I whispered to her, "anything you really don't want... or to go back to the room... just say so, okay." I wanted Dani to know that she wasn't being forced, she always had a way out, I just hoped she wouldn't use it.
She squeezed my hand, "No," she said, "I... I like the feeling... no control... I trust you... don't let me..."
We'd arrived at the elevator, I squeezed her hand back, and pushed the 'M' button with the other.
I sensed Dani getting more and more nervous as the elevator dropped. By the time it had begun to slow, she was crushing my hand in hers, "We're there," I told her, just as the elevator stopped, "you okay?"
"No!" she squeaked, moving closer behind me, "take me upstairs!"
I pushed the 'close' button, "Hon?" I asked, knowing full well what she'd said upstairs, but...
She took a deep breath, "No... let it open," she said.
I took my finger off the button, letting the doors separate, sliding open. Dani took another breath, "Okay," she whispered, staying tight to me.
We walked down the casino mezzanine, Dani doing her best to stay close, a death grip on my hand, people on all sides, virtually all turning their heads to watch her pass.
"Are people looking?" Dani whispered in my ear. I wasn't sure if it was hoping or fearing.
"Everyone," I told her, "there's not a set of eyes that haven't followed your every step."
I felt her body shiver when I said that, excitement?
"They all know you're naked under that dress, too," I whispered into her ear, "the guys are looking jealous that you're with me, not them."
"The lounge where we have our reservations is just a little further," I told her.
When Dani and I were here in 2002 with the kids, I was surprised -- and a little disappointed; In all the casinos we'd seen on television, they were filled with dressed-up and often scantily clad, beautiful women. The reality had been nothing at all like that, most were in jeans looking more like we see in our Walmart, only a few even in a dress or skirt, and the only sexily dressed were the Silver Legacy girls.
I think that's part of the reason that Dani was getting all the stares, she was not only dressed sexily but 'wow' sexy! And the only one on the mezzanine, maybe the whole casino who was.
"We have a reservation, Robert Shore, I told the maรฎtre d', after we'd gotten to the lounge. I know they're supposed to be impassionate, polite but professional, but he was a man. His eyes lingered hard and long on Dani, scanning her up, down, and back up again. I guess he felt that he could since she was still blindfolded and couldn't see him. There wasn't a thing about Dani that wasn't exuding sexy, from her fuck-me heels (I hadn't even heard that term until my coma dream) to her beautiful, silky hair.
When we'd stepped inside and those massive doors closed behind us, it was like stepping into a completely different world. Outside, in the casino, it was loud, the sounds of the slot machines and people, bright lights; inside, the lights were turned low, almost like moonlight, barely any sound except the pretty young lady singing on a small stage, the song an Anne Murray song that I loved, 'Make Love To Me', and muffled voices of people talking softly.
There was a dance floor directly in front of the stage, several couples taking part. I'd guess there was probably seating for maybe a hundred or so, and all of it filled, except for the empty tables from the people dancing.
He seated us at a table right next to the dance floor. We'd barely sat, side-by-side, facing the dance floor, when a waitress wearing a short skirt and tan, silky blouse emblazoned with the Silver Legacy logo was there, leaving us a dinner menu and asking what we'd like to drink. Her name tag said 'Athaena'.
"Athaena, what a pretty name," I told her, "unique, too, I've never seen it before.
A smile spread across her face, "Thank you, I've always loved it," she said. Her voice was just as pretty as her name; soft, very feminine.
Dani looked toward her voice, "It is pretty, I can imagine you'd like it, how's it spelled?"
"Love it," Dani said after Athaena had spelled it for her, "mine's Daniella, everyone calls me Dani, and this is my husband, Robert," She let out a small chuckle, "he's called Robert."
Her smile was very pretty. I checked the menu, and there it was like I was sure it would be, "Dani would like a Passion Fruit Colada," I told Athaena, "I'll have the same.".
She wrote down our drink order, then, "Love your dress," she told Dani, her eyes roving up and down, "your jewelry, too," and then just before she walked away with our order, "wish I had the courage..."
Dani smiled, "Thank you, presents from my husband," she said. I'd have loved to see into Athaena's mind, see what she was really thinking.
I rested my hand on Dani's leg, rubbing up the inside, stopping at the top of her stockings, about where the hem of her skirt was, my fingers teasing just a little higher, "That's what you ordered in Tampa, too," I told her, "you liked it."
I felt her squeezing her legs together, she didn't dare try to cross them, she'd flash the dancers and probably the lady singer as well. There was an overlapping white tablecloth offering a small degree of under-table privacy, although I didn't think it'd be enough.
"No, don't," I told her, "in Tampa, you told Alan how the warm breeze on your naked pussy made you horny, just pretend there's a breeze and how it'd feel." My hand slowly worked higher, and I felt her legs inch just slightly apart, but her muscles still clenched in nervousness. "Mmm, moisture on your legs, does that mean what I think it does?"
"I'm so turned on right now!" she said, her body beginning to squirm as my fingers inched closer.
"Mmm, good, I want you soaking wet when we get back to our room."
Dani squeezed her legs tight together and let out a soft groan when a finger tickled right at the edge of where her thong would have been but wasn't.
"I... told Jen," she said, "Thursday at lunch, right before our hair appointment that wasn't," then she let out a little giggle, "guess it sort of was, wasn't it?"
I was confused, "You told Jenny... what?" I asked her.
"Everything, we're so close... about us, your dreams... Alan... Tampa, what you've shared with me so far...what it's done to our sex life... last Sunday night... she's sooo jealous, Richard's always so busy, she told me it seems that every time they start to get amorous his hospital phone rings... she wants what we have."
Jenny? I'd never have imagined, she's so beautiful... always so sexy. "There was something in one of my dreams... about Jenny," I began to tell her, my mouth moving before my brain engaged to stop it.
Dani cocked her blindfolded head, turned toward me, "What?" she asked, "About Jenny?"
Ah shit! It was a good thing that Dani couldn't see the way my eyes rolled, and most likely how white my face was. I'd vowed that the name 'Jenny' in my dream was never going to cross my lips, now what the hell do I do?
"Nothing..." I stammered, wishing I could take it back.