Carol joined D.J. in the shower, and as he had earlier that day, he washed her carefully and dried her down. When he finished, she wrapped a towel around herself in case Kurt was still waiting in the bedroom. D.J.'s ministrations in the shower had made her horny again, and she would have happily dragged him back to bed if Kurt had not been in the apartment.
She mulled over this new feeling of wanting a man. The fluttering need she felt in her gut was new. And she realised with a start she'd never felt this before. It came home to her that, in the past, she had always allowed Ray to have sex. Whereas, with D.J., she actually craved for him to take her again. And she relished she didn't even care that Kurt was in the apartment.
The novelty of him being black, well-built and younger turned her on more than she would have ever believed. But there was more to it than that. He treated her well, and they seemed to jell; conversation with him was easy and intelligent.
Thankfully, when she moved to the bedroom, Kurt was not there. He had moved out into the lounge but had not closed the bedroom door. She gave him a condescending look as she shut the door on him and started dressing for their night out. She grinned at D.J. when she heard Kurt calling out that she was a spoilsport.
They were almost finished dressing when Kurt entered, saying they needed to hurry as he had booked them for the early dinner at 7:00 pm.
Kurt went into the bathroom and returned with her makeup bag and a hairdryer, "Sit, and I'll blow dry your hair," he ordered her.
Carol marvelled at the ease with which Kurt worked her hair back into its beautiful mass of curls. Then he surprised her by emptying her makeup bag, searching the contents, and working on her eyes and face. He used little makeup, telling her she was pretty enough to go without any. But he used some colours from her eyeliner pallet she had never considered before. When he had finished, she appraised herself in the wall mirror and was very impressed with what she saw.
"Where on earth did you learn to style hair and do makeup?" Carol asked.
"I don't know; I've just always done it. I did it for my Mother, sisters and some of my girlfriends. My mates used to tease me that I must be gay. But I didn't care; it was just something I enjoyed."
D.J. came out of the bathroom carrying an overnight bag, whistled his appreciation, and motioned that they needed to leave. She crammed all her stuff back into her travel bag and asked D.J. why he was bringing a bag.
"Kurt has us a room at the casino. So I will return after I drop you at the Luxor and stay the night.
Kurt piped up, "I have us a small penthouse suit. Quite a few are empty, which is unusual for a Saturday night, so I thought we should treat ourselves."
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When they arrived at the casino, D.J. pulled up at the main entrance; the valet parking attendant rushed over. She saw he knew Kurt; he almost bowered to him before hopping in and whisking D.J.'s Durango away.
They caught the elevator up to the penthouse and deposited their bags. Carol was impressed with the size of the room. It had two bedrooms, each with king beds. It even had a balcony, and she looked through the ranch slider, imagining the views you would have of the strip after dark.
A bit suspicious, Carol turned to Kurt, "Why did you get the room? We could have left all our stuff in the car."
"D.J. said you need to be home about 11:00, but the place hardly gets going by then, so when he has dropped you off, we will party on and stay the night here."
Oh! Thought Carol, suddenly saddened that she could not party the night away with them.
When they returned to the main level of the casino, they negotiated their way through hundreds of slot machines to a stage where a country group were knocking out an excellent rendition of The Gambler.
The hostess ushered them to their table on the edge of a large dance floor between them and the stage. It was already half full of well-dressed couples dancing to the seven-piece group.
D.J. ordered Carol a Black Russian, and he and Kurt had beers. After he had ordered, D.J. got her up dancing. As he whisked her around the floor, she was happy to find he was light on his feet and an excellent dancer.
As soon as she had finished the dance with D.J., Kurt stepped in and escorted her onto the floor. Kurt could also dance, which was hardly surprising to her after his skills with makeup. But they were also different. D.J. was an absolute gentleman with her, but Kurt certainly wasn't, the hand on the small of her back repeatedly drifting down to clench her butt. And no matter how often she frowned at him and told him to behave, he just laughed, and soon his hands were caressing some other intimate part of her body.
The meal was superb; Kurt got her some wine with her meal, but again, D.J. reverted to water. Once she had finished her wine, she had another Black Russian set before her. She had to tell them, "No more drink, please," as she didn't want to get pissed and spoil the night.
She was not oblivious to the fact that many eyes were upon them. Some were couples, but some single ladies were giving her jealous looks. At one stage, when dancing with D.J., she saw an attractive blond walk over and ask Kurt to dance with her. Carol was astounded to find that a surge of jealousy hit her in the guts and was surprised by the relief she felt when she saw Kurt refuse and wave the woman away. It gave her the sudden realisation that she wanted the attention of both these men to herself.
However, when she returned to the table, she coyly questioned Kurt about his turning such a beautiful woman away.
"I'm with you tonight," he replied. "Why would I want to dance with anyone else?"
His answer gave her a flush of pleasure. But it also rang a warning. She had already crossed one of her most sacred no-go zones that day in sleeping with D.J. She couldn't let herself cross another, even if parts of her body were telling her otherwise.
Still, when Kurt asked her to dance at the start of the next bracket, she found her heart racing and eagerly headed back to the dance floor with him. And she did not stop him when his hand wandered up to her breast. On the contrary, she found her hips were making small gyrations against his left thigh. Startled at her body's reactions, she pulled back and tried to keep him at arm's length.
But another turn of the dance floor and his fingers were on her nipple again, pinching and pulling on it before his hand wandered down past her waist. He hesitated on her hips, then he reached lower and pulled her arse against him. He was hard; she could feel it against her stomach, and with a feeling of awe, she noted that the bloody thing almost came up to her breast. His leg moved between her legs, and she subconsciously pressed her drenched pussy onto his thigh.
"Christ!" She thought. "I can't be doing this. By sleeping with D.J., I have already crossed a taboo line. I need to stop."
But before she had time to make any objection, she felt Kurt slowly gather the bottom of her dress and lift it above her waist. She was wearing a very brief thong, so he was exposing what must look like her totally naked butt to D.J. And those seated around him.
Snapping back to the moment's reality, she said, "Fuck don't do that. Others are watching."
But the elicit thrill of arousal that swept through her groin made her hips thrust hard against his leg.
"Kurt! This is not who I am," she cried, "I'm way out of my comfort zone and need to sit down. Please take me to our table."
He took her hand and walked her back to sit by D.J., who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Carol noticed that at least half a dozen people around them were grinning like little kids in a candy store. And more than one of the husbands had a salacious expression on his face. She sat, her face burning in embarrassment.
"How could you do that to me, Kurt? I want to hide under the table."
D.J. answered, "Don't worry about it; you have just made me and some of the diners around us very happy, and.... What goes in Vegas....."
"Stays in Vegas. I know; I've heard that a dozen times since arriving here."
She took a sip from her drink and followed D.J. back to the dance floor. As he twirled her around, she soon forgot Kurt's indiscretion. Instead, she abandoned herself to the pleasures of dancing, and she soon had another hard cock rubbing against her stomach, this one a little more welcome.
The night became a blur of excitement, dancing with these two beautiful black men, their touches driving her mad with desire. Then, much too soon, D.J. mentioned it was almost 11:00 and that they should go to the room to get her bag.
A terrible guilty feeling stole over her; she wanted them both, but it was so far out of her comfort zone that she doubted she could go through with it.
Then Kurt took her uncertainty out of play and stated that he needed to check what was happening with security that night. And, kissing Carol on the cheek, he turned and walked away.
Carol felt a crushing disappointment as she watched Kurt depart. But she bit her lip, knowing it was for the best, and she rose to follow D.J. to the lift.
Another couple joined them in the elevator. But when the doors closed after that got off at the eighth floor, D.J. took her in his arms and ardently kissed her. She opened her mouth slightly and gave a very audible moan. By the time they reached the twenty-sixth floor, he had unzipped the back of her dress, and his hands were inside it, caressing down as far as her butt. By this time, the disappointment at Kurt's escaping their company had long slipped her memory, and as they stepped from the elevator, she ripped the buttons on D.J.'s shirt open.
Just as well there was nobody about, as before they even reached the penthouse, D.J.'s fingers were inside her thong, working her slit to a creamy turmoil of desire. Once through the door, he threw her onto the bed. With her dress bunched at her waist, he ripped her thong to one side and rubbed his rampant cock up and down her slit.
