I stood against the wall and watched him as he studied the table. Gently, I continued to rub the tip of my cue stick with the blue cube of chalk, watching him.
Other than quick glances and an occasional wink, we concentrated on the game. Each one methodically clearing the table. He concentrated until I made a strategic move. He then lost his focus. He had his one and seven ball, I still had four balls on the table. I knew it was time.
He noticed my hands as I gathered my lavender blouse just above my tiny, silver, double heart belt buckle. Slowly, I began to untuck my blouse.
I pretended not to hear his sigh as I stepped to the table. I lined up on my ten ball and missed the shot. A little smile spread over his face as he stepped back up.
I placed my cue stick against the wall and began to unbutton my blouse starting at the bottom. Slowly, I worked my way up as I focused on the red felt table. I could feel his eyes on me. When he took aim on the cue ball, I spread my blouse open. My breast were covered by a lavender satin bra.
I heard the sound of the bad connection of his stick to the cue ball. That's when I made eye contact with him. His went to my filled bra as I walked to the table.
He watched as I lined up each shot, one after another. First the fourteen ball, the ten, then the two and finally the four. As I chalked up I watched him. He gave me a daring little wink. I made sure he had a perfect view of my breast. I lined up my shot on the eight. Tapping the ball but just a little too much. I scratched.
I placed the stick on the table and moved to the wall. I bent my knee and placed the heel of my white roper to the floor.
He placed his stick with mine on the table and smiled as I curled my finger motioning for him to come to me. He stood in front of me. As I placed my hands to my belt buckle, he lowered to his knees taking my offered boot in his hands. Removing it slowly as I unbuckled and unsnapped my jeans. He moved to the left boot as I unzipped my jeans.
I placed my palms to the wall.
He reached up slipping his thumbs inside the waist of my open, belted jeans. I smiled as I felt my body slowly being exposed. He peeled the jeans down and removed them. Gently, he lifted my right leg and placed it over his left shoulder as he kissed my tummy. I felt him tease me 'S' charm at my belly button. His warm breath felt intoxicating passing over my skin. With the tip of his tongue narrowed, he began tracing a line from my belly button to top of my slit. Without thought, my hips moved forward offering myself to him. My hands went to his head, holding him snug to me. My back arched as I felt the tip of his tongue press into my pussy. He kept the tip on my hood and lightly circled it. I felt his big hands take my hips to support me as my body melted into his mouth. With a slight tip of his chin, his tongue traced my slit. He maneuvered his tongue so that it flicked over my labia. As I fought to control my breathing, he began to explore my pussy. Sliding his tongue between the folds. Leaving no crease untouched. By the time I realized my breathing had quickened, he was pushing his tongue in and out of me in a fast rhythm.
We both knew I was so close to going over the edge. He knew how to play my body like a fine instrument so he decided it was time.
As he took my hips in his hands, he opened his mouth wider. With his tongue still pressed into me, his top lip rested on my sensitive clit. When he began to suck at me while making contact with my clit and moving his thick tongue in and out of me ... I lost it. As my body released to him, he began to lap up his reward. Again, I felt his tongue scooping into me. This caused little after shocks radiate through me.
