Millie wants to play cards

I stay seated in my sun lounger, watching Millie swim around in the pool for a while. Then she comes out of the pool, dripping wet, and I can see her nipples through her wet bikini.

My hard-on, which had started to go down a bit, springs to attention again, but this time I don't bother to hide it, I just sit there with my boner creating what looks like a little tent in the front of my shorts.

Millie dries herself of with a towel, then says:

"Wait, I got an idea."

She goes inside, then comes back with a deck of cards. She shuffles them, then places them on the table, signalling for me to cut the cards.

I cut the cards, and Millie deals me two cards, and takes two cards herself.

I have an 8 and a 5, so I look at them and ask:

"Black jack?"

Millie nods, then says:

"More fun with strip black-jack than strip-poker."

Well, this could get very interesting I think to myself, and I also take a card. I now have an 8, a 5, and a Jack. I am bust.

Millie does not take another card, and seeing that I don't either, she puts her cards down on the table. She has a 4, a 7 and a 6. I show her my cards, and she points at my tank-top, so I strip out of it, and she gives my body an appreciative look, saying:

"Wow, you are growing into a fine young man."

Then she looks down at the tent that my hard-on is making in my shorts, and says:

"In many different ways."

My cock actually grows visibly harder at this, and Millie nods appreciatively at this, then deals me two cards, and takes two cards for herself.

I look at my cards, and I see I have an Ace and 6.