God. What have I gotten myself into?
Amanda Robertson was used to meeting new people without her husband around. It was a part of her job. It actually was a part of her job she LOVED. She could flat out flirt. She was excited about the evening in the casino, and all the prospects it presented for major flirting.
Plus…there was Kevin. He had taken an increased interest in her lately, she thought. She had noticed his erection on a couple of occasions already on the trip. The one earlier in the day when he was applying the lotion had affected her to the point where, if he had come any closer to touching her clit while attending to her legs, she would have jumped him.
Now Kyra and Dan had given her this opportunity to spend time with him. Alone. She had chosen her dress carefully. Time would tell if her choice was correct, but early indications were that it was. A tingle ran through her like a current.
Amanda handed her son two hundred dollars. “Here. Spend it wisely.”
Kevin was taken aback by the amount of cash in his hand. “Wow! Thanks, Mom. I’ll repay you if I win.”
“We’ll talk about it,” Amanda said. She kissed Kevin on the cheek. “Let’s go.”
***
Kevin felt a strange sense of pride while walking into the huge, lavish casino with a woman as beautiful as his mother. Immediately he began noticing the stares she got from the men…and the occasional woman. She HAD to notice it, too. Did it bother her? He’d have to ask her some day.
They walked around for a few minutes to get their bearings.
“I’m going to play craps for a little bit,” Amanda finally announced.
“Can I watch?” Kevin asked.
“Of course.”
Amanda had always found craps the most enjoyable game because of its social nature. Everybody was affected by every roll; you stood in close proximity to each other; and, congratulations or condolences were commonplace, usually associated with a hug or high five.
Amanda worked her way to the edge of the table with Kevin a couple steps behind her and to the side—just observing. He observed his mother and he observed the men ogling his mother. Each time she leaned over the table more eyes looked in her direction. Even before she started winning men were attempting to strike up conversations. Amanda played along without directing too much of her attention to any one man.
As her chip count grew, so did the crowd around Amanda. Kevin inched towards her to stay within reach. He saw her push what seemed to him to be a large stack of chips onto the table. Then she yelled instructions to the woman with the dice, none of it making any sense to Kevin. The noise was deafening by the time the dice hit the end of the table.
Then all hell broke loose. Amanda’s arms were up in the air and she was hopping up and down in her tiny space. She whirled around and threw her arms around Kevin’s neck.
“Yes! Yes, Kev. We did it!” she said. All Kevin knew was that her breasts were pressed against his chest and it felt fabulous. He put his arms around her and smiled. He didn’t want to let her go, but she pulled away and watched as her chip count increased dramatically.