I was driving up the highway one day on a mission and saw a sign for a new bar opening. It was sort of out in the middle of nowhere but then I remembered that there was a nudist resort pretty much right behind it. On my way back down the road I decided to go in and look. They had a big banner out front advertising pool tables and shooting pool is sort of a passion of mine.
They had 6 tables and all were brand new. I saw a couple of guys moving the back three while they set up a stage for the following night's entertainment so I didn't pay them any attention, pretty certain that they wouldn't take the time to level them when they moved them back.
I bought a beer and talked a bit to the bartender who told me that they had really just opened. I played each of the front tables to check out which one I liked best in case I ever came back. As I paid my tab the bartender said, "Things should pick up by 7:00." I told him I might be back, stopped and had another beer at my favorite watering hole.
I asked around to see if anyone had tried this place yet and no one had. I finished my beer and went home to walk and feed the dog. I took a shower and ate some dinner and when I checked the time I saw it was about 7:00. I grabbed my cue-stick from the closet and drove back.
When I walked in the place was still pretty empty but there was a couple playing 8 ball on the table I had selected as best. I bought another beer and watched them play. I guessed they were both in their mid 50's. He looked like a guy you would run into on a golf course. She looked like a country club girl. She was wearing some sort of getup I had never seen before. It was one piece with a tube top sort of thing and a flimsy skirt at the bottom. It did nothing to hide a really spectacular body. As she played the top rode down and would just expose the top of her areola.
I watched them play and then the guy came over and asked if I would like to join them in a game of cutthroat. I agreed to and we established the rules. (They seem to differ wherever you go.) We lagged for the break and he won with a perfect lag; maybe a quarter inch off the rail. Mine was about an inch off and hers wasn't even close. We talked as we played and discussed where we were from, etc. They were both 60, traveled the country in a motor home and were presently staying in the nudist resort next door. They asked me if I had ever been and I told them yes but not to that one.
I won the game and we decided to play again. She again was last and as I was sinking her last ball she moved over to the corner pocket I was aiming at, lifted her skirt and placed her pussy on the rail, saying "Pussy Hex" I smiled and sank the 15. I told her that just made me concentrate on the hole better. Her husband had seen the whole thing and just smiled.
