When we first got together, Lisa and I didn't know where it would go, but our relationship quickly developed into more and we started talking about moving in together. We talked about just renting a place together, but as we were both in our late 40's at the time, both had been divorced, and both wanting the same thing, I voted for just buying a home together. My logic? If we have a tie like that, we won't just jump on the bandwagon of saying it's over and leaving when times are tough. We'll be tied to something, something that we can build from and that would help us to fight for our relationship.
You see, after my divorce, which was caused by me thinking I was alone and thinking I fell in love with someone else, I realized I was not that person. I had fallen in love with an idea of someone and not really in love with them per say. When I was alone, I went into a deep depression and was drinking a lot and completely miserable. I finally found myself and realized what I truly wanted in life. A beautiful, highly sexual woman that was driven, smart, loving, compassionate, loyal and wanted to build a bond with me. A bond that would last the rest of our lives. A best friend, partner in crime, and someone I could be totally open with. About anything.
I thought I had that and maybe, still think I could.
When we moved into our home, one of the items the last homeowner left was a pool table. It was down in the basement and since Lisa had her kids and they basically lived down there, we rarely used it. After some time, however, we decided to move the pool table upstairs into what was previously the formal living room since that room really wasn't being used. I had a company dismantle, move and re-cover it.
Over the years, I'd joked with Lisa saying things like, "The kids aren't home, we should go downstairs, and I can bend you over the pool table." Or "Hey, lets go downstairs and I'll lay you down on the pool table and lick you and make you cum."
All of which were met with a nervous laugh and a, "Maybe...we'll see, but not right now." It never happened. After several comments like that I started getting the feeling that maybe she had done that before, with her ex, as they had a pool table too. Or even with some random friend with benefits, as she likes to call them, but I have never found out.
Today was different, the pool table had been moved, the room looked great, and I was having a nice glass of wine from my wine collection. Lisa wasn't home yet, and I started to think of how to approach her, yet again, with my proposition. I decided to pour her a nice strong G&T and hand it to her when she got home. I got out all the items, set them on the counter and was ready. As she pulled into the driveway and I heard the garage door go up, I got a low-ball glass, added three shots of Gin, Ice and a splash of seltzer with a squeeze of lime. Perfect, just like she likes them.
As Lisa walked in the door and set down her things I said, "Hey babe, I hope you had a good day. Here, lets relax."
With a skeptical look, Lisa said, "Ooohhhkay, what is this all about?"
"I just was hoping you could relax, and we could play some pool. They moved it today and it looks really nice."
"Oh, ok, yeah, that sounds nice."
I knew I was fairly transparent, or at least I thought, but I also was hoping that the anticipation might build, and she would get excited.
She went upstairs, changed into her sweats that hang low on her hips and show off her ass, the fabric flowing into her ass crack just slightly, and a loose-fitting comfortable top. Lisa is 54, in shape, has a flat stomach, tight ass and C cup tits. She is gorgeous and you would never know she was 54.
When she came down, her drink was already empty. I made her another and we headed into what is now the pool room where I had already racked up the balls for a first game. She wanted me to break as she doesn't like to and so I did, with little success. As she was taking her shot, I turned on some relaxing music and came back to find that she had made about 4 balls already. Clearly, she had a pool table before.
The first game went quickly and so did her drink, and she asked me to make her another. I could tell she was already starting to feel the effects as she was lighter on her feet and a beautiful smile was on her face. I racked up another round, broke, made a couple of balls and then she took over. As she bent over the pool table, her shirt rose slightly exposing her beautiful flat belly and her hips. The sweats were being sucked into her ass cheeks as she flexed them, and I could feel my cock starting to awaken. As she kept shooting, my mind started to race. 'What was my next move? Do I wait to pour another cocktail? Do I start to flirt more? What do I do?!' It was driving me mad, and I decided that as I walk by her for my next shot, I'll just rub my hand on her lower back and across her ass. 'Light sensual touches, yeah, that will work.' I said to myself.
As I strolled by her for my next shot, I put my hand on her side, slightly touching her belly and moved it along and down the small of her back to her ass. God, I just wanted to fuck her right there! 'Patience.' I told myself.
After that game, her glass was empty, and I lost again. I made another one for her and when I came back, said, "Hey, apparently you're kicking my ass, wanna make a bet?"
To my surprise, she said, "Sure, what did you have in mind?"
I wanted to start small and take her temperature for my little game, so I said, "Ok, how about if I win, you have to take off your shirt and bra and play the next game topless?"
"Ok." She said, "And if I win?"
"You tell me?"
"If I win............you have to give me a massage tonight."
Ok, not what I had hoped, but that would lead somewhere too, so I figured it was a good deal either way.
"Ok, I can do that."
I won the next game.
