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Part 1 Drinks in the city.
We had never really spoken in high school, but when we ran into each other in the city we decided we should catch up on old times. After all we were from a country town where everyone knew just about everyone, so there would be plenty of things to talk about. Enough things in fact that one drink soon led to many and naturally the flirting began. As I am a tall, muscular brunette with deep brown eyes – I had enough bourbon in me to be able to hit on this long legged wonder. I couldn’t really see my self as being able to pull this girl who was just oozing sex, as she is about 5’9 with ice cold glittering grey blue eyes and with silkiest dark brown hair, she could have stepped into any of my fantasies with her tight ass, thin body and D cup tits.
“So, how has you love life been, cutie?” I asked in my sly but seemingly innocent tone.
Looking away she replied while pursing her pink lipstick smeared lips in an alluring fashion,
“Why do you ask Michael?” she breathed in the most obvious teasing tone.
“I just assumed with your looks you would have no trouble finding the man of your dreams.” I dropped in my first offhand compliment of the evening.
“Do you really think I’m attractive?” she teased, running her finger around the rim of her wine glass.
“Of course – I would love to see more of you,” I said cheekily while giving my cutest smile.
“And how would you propose we do that Michael?” she whispered as she tilted her head coyly giving the cheekiest smile.
I racked my brain thinking of how I can take this to the next level, I didn’t want to be blatant and leave a wonder like this bored and I wasn’t certain of her signals – I am stupidly shy at times. I wanted to think of something interesting but still sexy and there the idea was – a bit extreme for what I wanted, but with a few drinks in me I thought – what the hell!
“Well I’ve always wanted to play a game of strip poker,” I casually mentioned while my heart raced a mile a minute thinking of her luscious breasts uncovered.
“Sure, let’s go to your place,” she said with a delightful twinkle in her eye.
Part Two. The Game
We walked into my house while I told her to get comfortable I busied myself pouring a couple of drinks and getting some cards. Too my surprise she had wandered to my bedroom and was lying on my bed toying with her hair.
She laughed saying “I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink, but I just can’t wait too see your cock”
I spluttered into my drink at how forward she had become. “Well only if your lucky sexy,” I tried to say coolly.
She chuckled as she breathed “Well if you think you have a chance why don’t we raise the stakes a little?”
My heart pounding like a drum I answered “What do you have in mind?”
With an insolent smile she replied “First one naked is the other ones sex slave for the night.”
As a huge grin spread across my face thinking of this beautiful creature as mine as I replied “Your on!”
I climbed onto the bed and began dealing out the cards. I couldn’t help but stare at her in her tight black top, covered teasingly by her jacket, and her tight black pants that hugged her legs and ass almost like latex. I won the first two hands and she casually flicked off her black low heels onto the floor at the foot of the bed. I was feeling the twinges in my cock in anticipation of seeing more of her gorgeous body with winning the next hand.
As though I’d jinxed myself I lost the next four in row and ended up sitting there in just my jeans and boxers.
“Mmm very nice,” she purred rubbing her nails over my bare chest. “I’m going to enjoy using you,” her eyes twinkling evilly.
Considering my predicament with her still wearing twice the number of clothes than me I ventured,
“Well if you’re so keen why don’t we double the items of clothing for every hand lost, so you don’t have to wait so long?”
She arched her eyebrow as she murmured “Well if you’re so keen to show me your cock and for me to use you like the slut boy you are then, by all means two items for every hand.”
As my heart pounded at the foolishness of my tipsy decision I dealt the next hand. Three of a kind, I had dealt myself the best hand of the game.
My grin spreading from ear to ear as she laid down her two pair, “Read them and weep,” I gloated. “Now it’s your turn to show me some skin.”
The look on her face was priceless as her anticipated victory was denied to her.
Her expression turns sly as she teases, “You’re still going to lose and be my little slave boy, but have your taste of things to come.”
She slowly reached up and lifted her tight black top over her head revealing her ripe breasts encased in the flimsy pink satin and lace of her bra.
She smirked and while looking pointedly at my crotch, “You certainly seem to enjoy the show” she teasingly joked, which only caused my growing erection to further stiffen.
She turned away from me and blew me a kiss over her shoulder as she slowly began to inch her tight black pants down her ass, giving me a tantalizingly show as her matching pink satin and lace g-string slowly emerged showing her perfect ass to advantage. With my hard on now at its full 8 and a half inch length I didn’t even bother to try and hide its length pushing at my jeans.
With undisguised lust she stared at my barely hidden erection and ordered,
“Deal the cards boy I want to play with my new toy!” as she licked her lips seductively.
