I walk up to the door of the bar, nervously anticipating your arrival there shortly. I was thinking of coming in jeans and a T-shirt but you told me to come in something a little looser fitting. You were insistent on this detail, although I was unclear as to why. So I came in a light blue button down shirt and a pair of black slacks that while not too loose allowed ample movement.
As I entered through the doors I see an outer room. Several pool tables are scattered about, and customers are milling around. My eye is transfixed by the corner of the room. You are standing there with a pair of skin tight jeans on, hugging your curves so well it is obvious you don't have any panties on. Only the 8 ball is left near the right corner pocket and you are ready to knock it in. I notice 2 C notes on the table. Realizing you have put a little wager on the table, I hang back, knowing that I don't want to distract your shot.
A gentleman about 5'8", taller than you and trying hard to prove something, gets near your back. It is obvious that you sense his presence behind you as he reaches to distract you by grabbing your ass. One hand reaches behind you to slap his hand away as the other smoothly knocks the 8 ball into the corner pocket.
You catch me out of the corner of your eye, as the gentleman "with posse" comes back to your table. The guy looks intently at you and says, "Nice game, care for a rematch?"
"Put 100 on the table and you're on," you reply.
"No, I meant a more 'private party,'" the gentleman says as he reaches to grab your hand that is resting on the pool table.
You pull your hand away from him, as he notices you eyeing and me in the corner of the room. He slinks away dejected as his group noisily makes its way out of the bar. You go back to rubbing chalk on the tip of your cue stick until you see a C note placed down by your hand. Your eyes slowly rise until you see me standing next to you. "You're going to lose," you say as your hand trails down my chest.
"Even if I lose, I win," I smirk as you give a sly little laugh and start racking up the balls on the table.
"It's your hundred," you tell me as you flick your tongue out at me. An erection starts to rise in my pants that you notice and smile at.
"Money well spent," I reply.
The game goes on for a few minutes back and forth. You are knocking all of the solids off the table. I fear that I am not going to even get one shot in before you get a chance at the 8 ball. Not noticing me getting near, and being a little more subtle than the guy you played before, as you lean in to strike one of the balls you feel my hand trail up your inner thigh and you hit the cue ball to the right of where you were attempting to aim and scratch. You can feel yourself getting instantly wet between your legs, and are not really sure that you should be wearing these jeans much longer for fear of showing off for the whole bar.
I go to knock in a couple of the striped balls, smiling and taunting you a bit. As I lean in to strike one of them you get revenge and grab the erection in my pants, it gets even harder as you have it in my hands and I put the cue ball all of two inches on the table. A moan escapes my lips as you laugh aloud and calmly go to striking the last couple of balls you have on the table. This time you are keenly aware of my presence at all times. When you get to the 8 ball you grab me and position me at the other end of the table. I laugh and stand there as you bend over to strike the cue ball. Your breasts are in ample view as you give me a smirk and hit the 8 ball into the side pocket. You blow me a kiss and stand up as you look for your case and begin to unscrew your cue stick.
I laugh a little to myself and then get close to you and whisper in your ear, "I have a stick that's a lot more fun to play with than that.
You shove the case at me and a set of keys as you tell me to put the case in the car. You grab a bag that is sitting by a chair and tell me to put the case in the car while you freshen up and to meet you in the other room in the bar. You slink off to the restroom your hips swaying as you give me the desired effect and my cock jumps in my pants.