As I walked into the casino, neon lights bathed the entrance in a warm glow that promised thrills and excitement. I had always been a poker player first and foremost, gambling not just for money, but for the adrenaline rush that came from taking calculated risks. And that night, I was feeling particularly lucky.

As I strode onto the bustling casino floor, I surveyed the room, which was filled with the sounds of clinking chips and laughter — and the electrifying crackle of anticipation. My eyes roamed over the poker tables until they landed the most promising one. It was a high-stakes table — a gathering of experienced players and high rollers. I felt a familiar fire in my belly; I was ready to win.

While I made my way toward the table, my attention was drawn to a stunning cocktail waitress weaving through the crowd. Her name tag read “Sophie,” and I admired her sun-kissed skin and dark hair that cascaded past her shoulders. She moved with an effortless grace, her smile bright as she served drinks with a playful flick of her wrist.

Something about her spoke to me.

After I took my seat, I noticed Sophie approaching. I leaned back in my chair as she stopped to replenish the drink of the player next to me. Our eyes locked for a fleeting moment, and I felt an electric jolt course through me. I hoped it was an exhilarating omen of what was to come.

“Can I get you something?” she asked, her voice as smooth as velvet.

“Sure, I’ll take a whiskey neat,” I replied, trying to keep my tone casual, though I was a bundle of nerves. She nodded and moved off, and I felt a pang of longing as I watched her walk away — the subtle sway of her hips causing my imagination to run wild.

The game unfolded spectacularly. After an hour, my stack of chips was growing, but my thoughts were tangled up in the enchanting waitress. I needed to speak with her again. I decided to seize the opportunity when I could.

Sophie returned with yet another drink for me, placing it down carefully and graciously accepting my generous tip.

“You’re doing well,” she commented, nodding toward my pile of chips.

“Thanks to luck — and maybe a little skill,” I said with a grin, attempting to sound cool and confident.

“Well, luck seems to be on your side tonight. I’ll have to keep an eye on you,” she teased, her flirtatious tone hinting I had a shot with her.

“Maybe you could join me when your shift’s over?” I suggested, my heart racing at my own audacity.

Sophie hesitated for just a beat. With a hint of mischief in her voice, she replied, “I might just take you up on that.”

With that, she slipped away into the crowd. Her air of mystery left me even more intrigued. As the hours ticked by and the stakes rose, I found myself winning hand after hand and becoming lost in hopeful thoughts about Sophie.

My last game finally wrapped up, and I walked away with a nice stack of cash — and a hard-on that hoped to make an acquaintance with Sophie.

I needed to find her before she disappeared for good, so I scanned the room eagerly.

There she was — standing off to the side in street clothes as she joked with a fellow waitress still in uniform. Mustering up my confidence, I approached her.

“You’re in good spirits after such a long night,” I said.

Her face lit up with a genuine smile as she looked me up and down and answered, “I could say the same about you. You really cleaned up!”

Sophie’s colleague smirked knowingly and slinked off to give us some privacy.

“Want to grab a bite to eat?” I asked, with every fiber of my being hoping that she would accept my invitation.

“To celebrate your winnings?” she asked.

“Let’s call it celebrating our chance encounter,” I told her with a wink. “We can toast our good fortune.”

She briefly contemplated my offer. Then finally she nodded and said, “All right, let’s do it.”

The two of us made our way out of the casino and into the bustling night.

A Chi-Chi’s pizza and wine bar caught our interest. We took our seats, and an enjoyable, easygoing banter flowed between us.

We did indeed toast our fortuitous meeting with glasses of bold Chianti and chatted over a gourmet pie.

I learned more about her — her travel aspirations, her talent for dancing and how she ended up working as a cocktail waitress to make ends meet while pursuing her passions. I shared my own goal of being a professional poker player, telling her how the game thrilled me.

“There are other things in this town that you’d find even more thrilling,” she purred.

“Oh yeah? Would you be willing to bet on it?”

“Definitely,” she said in a hot whisper that stiffened my prick.

It was time to put my cards on the table. I asked, “Want to come back to my hotel room?”

Blushing slightly, Sophie said yes.

Fortunately, I wasn’t staying at the resort where she worked. I doubted I would have had a serious shot of luring her to my room if that were the case. Besides, I was just looking to get off and have a good time. I had no interest in causing trouble for her.

Our elevator car was fortunately empty, so we were able to enjoy an uninterrupted make-out session on the ride up to my floor. I swear the ding of the doors opening coincided with the jolt of pleasure I felt when Sophie groped my groin through my pants. 

Barely untangling ourselves from our illicit embrace, we stumbled toward my door. As I fumbled with my key card, Sophie hugged me from behind and sucked on my neck. I groaned loudly, pulling her inside and kicking the door shut.

The room was a symphony of shadow and light as we hastily stripped. The neon shining in the window cast a seductive glow on Sophie’s porcelain skin. She stood in stilettos amid her discarded clothing, her breasts beautifully bare. Her lower half was clad in just a black thong. My gaze eagerly drank in the sight of her.

Sophie stalked toward me with her shapely hips swaying like the sexy cougar that she is. She reached up, her fingers trailing along my jawline, and pulled me into a kiss that was as deep as it was passionate. My hands found her waist, pulling her even closer. My growing arousal was evident, and my hard-on insistently pressed against her stomach.

Breaking our kiss, Sophie silently sank to the bed, perching herself on the edge of the mattress. Her fingers encircled my erection, and my breath hitched as she stroked my shaft. She gripped my rod firmly, her thumb tracing the vein along the underside of it. I groaned as she took my cock into her warm mouth.

Sophie’s fellatio technique was expert. Her tongue swirled delightfully around my dick, and she swallowed me deeper with each bob of her head. My hands found her hair, tangling in her tresses as I gently guided her motions. As she sucked me off, my breath came in ragged gasps. My hips were bucking erratically as I was being helplessly driven toward climax. But I was determined to draw out our pleasure for as long as possible and refused to blow too soon. I wanted more; I wanted to feel the snug walls of her cunt wrapped around my rod.

I gently tugged on her hair, signaling my desire for her to let up on her phenomenal blowjob. With a soft moan of disappointment, Sophie released my dick. Her reaction made me chuckle softly, but I assured her I’d make the evening worth her while.

I helped Sophie to her feet, my lips capturing hers in a kiss that tasted faintly of my cock. I slipped off her thong and positioned her in the middle of the mattress. She lay before me, naked but for her shoes.

With my spit-shiny dick still standing tall, I climbed onto the bed. I slid a hand between Sophie’s thighs, my fingers finding her pussy wet and ready for me. I stroked her clit; it was sensitive and swollen with arousal. Her helpless moans filled the air as I fingered her button. I knew I could get her off quickly, but I didn’t want her to come just yet. I hoped I’d be able to feel her orgasmic spasms clutching my cock as it was buried deep in her succulent snatch.

I promptly positioned myself between Sophie’s legs, my dick poised at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, seeing desire reflected in their depths. With a slow, deliberate thrust, I entered her. Sophie gasped, her nails digging into my bare back as my cock filled her completely.

Our rhythm was primal, our rutting bodies moving in perfect sync. It was difficult to temper my speed because her perfect pussy felt so good. My thrusts became more unhinged as my desire to get off grew increasingly desperate.

Sophie’s escalating moans mirrored my hunger. As her climax barreled down upon her, my lover’s cunt rhythmically contracted around my cock. Her quivering muscles milked me from the inside. With a final, powerful thrust, I came — and Sophie tumbled after me mere seconds later, our bodies shuddering in pleasure.

“Lady Luck was definitely smiling on me tonight,” I said on a sigh.

“Don’t give short shrift to your skill,” Sophie replied with a laugh, citing my earlier quip. “Hey, you were willing to gamble on a good time — and came up aces. And to me, there’s nothing sexier than a guy who isn’t afraid to go all-in.”

It was hard to argue with that. Sophie turned out to be a pretty footloose gal, who wasn’t interested in a long-term relationship. But she made me promise to give her a call whenever I’m in her town — and she’s definitely dealt me a good time whenever we hook up.