Asymptomatic: Breeders on the Run (closed for Poprockz)

[bestkeptsecret678]

Travis was emotionless as he noted the pair of eights in his hand, aces and hearts, and stacked his two cards and placed them face down in front of him. Then swiftly he placed three fresh cards out, watching for his opponents reaction to the king of diamonds, five of diamonds and two of spades now face up in front of them.

He saw no reaction worth noting, telling him that she'd played sufficiently to understand not to offfer any tell of her position. The intentional moment of observation did however draw his attention to Val's chest. While her clothes were not intended to be revealing in any way, he could see the outer curve of her breasts, and enough to know he wanted to see more.

Casually he added, "I'm still in," tossing his other shoe to the space between them. He realized in the second following that he'd been too anxious to make his flop bet. Perhpas his desire was already getting ahead of his strategic thinking skills. "Play your game, Travis," he mentally reminded himself.

He waited for her response,

 

[Poprockz]

Hmm... She surveyed the flop and considered her next move. He hadn't hesitated in continuing the hand, and he didn't have any obvious mannerisms that gave her an idea of what he was thinking. He could have anything behind that hand, though it was likely that what he had was better than what she had unless the remaining two cards were in her favor. She had the potential for a three of a kind if another five was dealt, but that was risky seeing as five wasn't a particularly high card.

This was just the first hand, so perhaps she would take this opportunity to try to feel him out rather than focus on winning. Her eyes flicked up to him and she took a gummy worm out of her pocket. "I'll wager a shoe and raise you another shoe."

She then reached out and flipped over the next card: the Queen of clubs. An utterly useless card when it came to her own hand, but she didn't let herself show it on her face. If he didn't balk from her raise, she was going to have to fold next round.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

Ninety minutes and numerous hands later, Travis was fully aware that is card opponent was not as unskilled as he'd assumed. In fact, capitalizing on the unlucky run of bad cards he had experienced, Val had been downright clever, not that she hadn't suffered her own share of losses as well.

So there he sat, a bit humbled, stripped down to his compression boxers and a leather bracelet, while she was in a bra and panties. The truth or dare part of their game hadn't been extraordinarily risque, other than to have revealed a bit about their respective sexual history, including the fact that Travis had lost his virginity to his high school girlfriend's mom. He could have made up an answer to the truth question, but figured they were partners at this point, and there really wasn't anything worth hiding.

While strategizing on the turn card for thier current round now on the board, his gaze drifted upward to her. He'd already concluded that she was attractive, and now with so little left to cover her, Travis admired her physique; the curve of her waist outward to the slope of her hips, the outline of her breasts and the fabric covered space between her thighs as she sat cross legged before him.

She caught him looking her, but Travis didn't look away, instead maintaining his inspection, sending a message that he liked what he saw and didn't mind that she knew he was staring. As he did, he felt that familiar buzz as his manhood started to swell inside his boxers.

"I'll call, and raise you to doing a dare." he said. It was the first such wager of the game. "I'll put my fate in your hands, Val. That is provide you win."

 

[Poprockz]

She could ask herself where he got all that confidence from, but she didn't have to. He seemed very comfortable with his own body and his attitude made her wonder if his prowess in bed didn't bolster his confidence. He had an attractive body she had to admit, though she was never one to jump someone based on their body alone. His gaze made her pulse quicken, and she couldn't help but be a bit self-conscious of her own body.

So, it seemed that this was where the game ended. Either she could fold and forfeit and thus lose her remaining bra and panties, or match his wager and reveal her cards. Unfortunately for him (or so she thought), she had a pretty good hand this round.

"Alright, I'll match your two pieces and dare. Read them and weep." The woman smirked as she laid down her cards. She had two Jacks in her hand, and there were two Jacks in the dealer's cards in the middle. Thus, she had a four of a kind of Jacks. The only way he could beat her is if he had a royal flush, straight flush, or a four of a kind of Queens, Kings, or Aces. The five cards in the middle were a jack of hearts, jack of clubs, a queen of hearts, a nine of hearts, and a two of spades. It was unlikely that he had a ten of hearts and a king of hearts, so she was pretty confident in her victory.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

Travis didn’t need to even glance at his empty hand to know she’d bested him. He’d already known that his pair of two’s meant a likely loss. Yet he’d played through to the inevitable, relishing in the silent banter, and the suspense which always thrilled him, although perhaps now less than the attractive woman before him.

He laid his cards face down and declared his surrender. “Ok. You’ve got me where you want me.”

Then he stood and removed his bracelet, tossing it nonchalantly towards her, pausing as if it symbolized something of value, offered as tribute to the victor. His manhood now bulging harder inside his boxers, he lowered them down, his cock springing outward in her direction like an accusing finger, pointing to the cause.

Standing upright while she remained seated on the floor, he stood confidently, not in the least bit shy at being naked nor humbled in his defeat. If she had known him well enough, she might have noticed the hint of a smile he bore.

“What’s my dare?” He asked. “What do you want me to do?”

 

[Poprockz]

What did she want him to do? That was an excellent question, one that she hadn’t given much thought to up until this point. He was standing there naked, cock at attention, and she could ask him for practically anything within reason. That being said, she didn’t want to abuse the power she had won either.

The fact that he was hard and his unwavering gaze (that hinted at slight amusement) told her that perhaps he was challenging her, daring her to ask for something that might lead to something more between them.

Admittedly, since this whole pandemic started a year ago she hadn't had sex with anyone, so one might say she had experienced quite the dry spell. Of course she could use toys, but that didn't give quite the same satisfaction of person-to-person intimacy. A toy couldn't hold down your wrists as it railed you, nor could it whisper dirty things into your ear as its fingers rubbed against your cunt.

He had a nice body, a nice cock, and she couldn't deny that he was mentally stimulating as well. Should she go for it? Perhaps she ought to test the waters first...

"I dare you to kiss me," she finally answered. If he wasn't interested, he could give her a kiss on the cheek, hand, or a brief kiss on the lips. If he was though... then who knew where that kiss might lead.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

Travis’ cock twitched as he awaited her answer.

She could have asked anything of him, sexual or not, that was the rule of the game. The fact that her dare required an act of physical contact told him she was interested in him, and it pleased him. His shaft stiffened further as she spoke.

Without verbally acknowledging her demand, Travis knelt before her, then without hesitating moved closer to so that his face was close to hers, keeping eye contact. He simultaneously touched his forehead to hers and put a hand gently behind her shoulder. Still Moving forward on his knees and balancing on his other arm, he supported her torso as he slowly lowered her onto her back, eyes still locked.

As she now lie beneath him, Travis supported his own weight, hovering above her. He brought his lips almost to the point of touching hers, taking in the scent of her breath. He stared into her eyes, unable to mask the desire now controlling him.

She had extended her legs as she’d leaned back and he was now straddling one of her thighs. He lowered himself enough that the head of his cock was touching the crease between her leg and abdomen. He felt the fabric of her panties on his cock.

He brought his lips to hers, kissing her slowly yet deliberately, his lips parting, his tongue barely grazing her lips as he savored the experience.

 

[Poprockz]

That slow approach and descent had her heart racing. Was she actually going to do this? She barely knew him, and yet something about him had her wanting to take things further. Perhaps it was the deliberate way in which he lowered her, or perhaps it was how his lips enticed her into kissing him back.

How in the world had his girlfriend given this sort of thing up over money? It was something that money couldn't even buy these days. Not just the opportunity to have sex, but the ability to have such an erotic and pleasurable connection with someone. The anticipation of what was to come... it had her body practically trembling underneath him.

Pulling back from his lips for a moment, she whispered, "I dare you to touch me..." There was desire and a hint of vulnerability in her tone, hoping that this wasn't going to end in a mere (albeit erotic) kiss.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

With those words and acceptance of his advance, Travis’ conscious and subconscious minds spiraled in unison.

He mentally fast-forwarded, visualizing in an instant the acts which he intended to do to her. In a flash, he imagined his hands, tracing the curve of her breasts; following the invisible line traversing the valley between her breasts down her abdomen then to the rise of her pubis. He saw her lips wet and wanting. He pictured his cock filling her prize. He imagined the sounds of her ecstasy.

Travis also was enveloped by a familiar comfort, filling an unnamed cavity in his psyche. While not self-aware enough to realize it, his attachment to this woman, new and untested as it was, was the first sincere human connection he had experienced in a while. His months with Caroline, before her betrayal, were borne out of necessity, clouded by the stress of the pandemic and the unspoken fact that he had in fact, previously broken up with her.

Now in this moment with Valentine, the combination of emotions filled him with an intoxicating blend of warmth and lustful purpose.

He lifted her torso slightly and pulled up the back of her sports bra, lifting it clear as she raised her arms to aid its removal. Lying her back down while still hovering above her, he began to glide his fingers across her shoulder, slowly down the length of one arm and back up to her neck, his glance moving between the track of his touch and meeting her eyes. He repeated the journey on her other side before sliding his fingers down the center of her chest. He traced the circumference her breast, tightening into smaller and smaller circles around her nipple, which stiffened in anticipation. Barely touching, he teased it, watching for its reaction. A wet flick of his tongue moistening her there.

After repeating the sequence on her other breast, his fingers began an even slower trip down the center of her abdomen. He noted and admired her fitness, stomach muscles forming a subtle ravine downward. He traced the elastic of her panties along her waste line, then along the leg seams. His fingers grazed the edges of her pussy as they travelled down between her legs, then down each thigh to her knees and back up.

While part of him believed he could keep this up for an eternity, his hunger for more pushed him forward. He touched her belly button, then glided down, across the top of her panties, down the slit hidden underneath, pressing his finger gently into her pussy, moistness from her desire soaking through. A shimmering line of precum descended from his cock, reflecting the desire that consumed him.