I sipped my long island as I watched you rack the balls on the pool table, breaking easily, sinking a ball in. You sauntered around the table, glancing at me as you moved, letting me see your body move, knowing I enjoyed watching you show yourself off to me.
You lined up for a much more difficult shot than you needed to be making, but it forced you to stand directly in front of me while you had to bend over low, legs spreading wide to make the angle you needed for the shot. Your short dress danced at the edge of your ass and thighs, threatening to give me a glimpse of your beautiful backside, if only you stood just a little further bent over, or legs just a couple inches wider. You looked back before aiming, smirking, reading my mind, knowing I wanted to see your ass. You faced forward and took your shot, almost making it. You stood up and pouted as I got out of my chair and grabbed my stick and walked up to the table.
You rested a hand on my arm and said just loud enough for me to hear "be gentle on me now." I chuckled and gave you a light swat on your butt, making you giggle and sticking your tongue out at me as you took my seat.
I took my time, sinking a couple balls before finding myself in too difficult a situation, unable to make the shot I needed to keep going. Neither of us were exceptionally good, but we enjoyed playing together. We enjoyed the intimacy and competition, even if in a bit of a public place, but a little fooling around was pretty common in a place like this, so nobody ever minded.
I scratched, and you jumped up, eager to be playing again. You taunted me, saying "looks like I get to take your big white ball in my hand. Think I'll roll it around for a bit, enjoy the feel of it before I let it go." You smirked, making me smile.
"It's okay, I know you can't resist playing with balls!" I stuck my tongue out and quickly dashed back to the seat, your hand just missing my arm as you took a playful swing at me.
You aimed your shot, this time facing towards me slightly, giving me a tantalizing view of your cleavage. You made several shots easily, and I thought you'd run the table, but with a couple balls left you finally missed a shot.
I moved up to where you were leaning back on the table, sliding a hand around your midsection. "This is just what I need," I whisper, my mouth coming very close to yours. I stop just an inch from your lips, then pull away, my hand coming into view with the chalk, applying it to my cue stick. You finally connect with a slap to my arm as you move past me to sit down. You pout as I then run the table.
"First game is mine, lover. You know what that means." I smiled wide as you smirked, stood, and walked up to me. You gave me a quick peck on the cheek as you said "of course, sir." You grabbed the rack and set it on the table as I moved a few feet behind you. We'd chosen this table on purpose, as what you were to do next you were able to get away with, since I was the only one who could see as your hands reached behind yourself. You slipped your fingers underneath the dress, then shimmied as you pulled your panties down, just briefly exposing your pussy to me before your dress covered yourself back up. You then racked the balls, making sure to bend over much further than you needed to, legs spread wider than you needed to. Your dress crept up enough to expose the bottom swell of your firm ass to me before you finished. You turned to me and said "your break this time, sir."
I stood up, letting you watch me reposition my hardened cock inside my jeans, licking your lips as I showed you how much you had turned me on. I came up and pulled you to me and we kissed, tongues dancing together for a moment before we broke apart, but not before your hand slid down my pants, stroking a few times over my length.
I did my best to breath and focus after your little performance, and your kissing and fondling me after, but my shot was complete shit. I could hear you laughing as you came back up, whispering in my ear "not so hot when you are all flustered, sir? Let me show you how it's done."
I stepped back enjoying the view down your dress, breasts partially exposed as you bent low for your shot. You easily made several balls, then finally missed a long difficult bank shot, barely. You pouted while smiling as you walked to me and kissed me on my lips. "Time for you to put me in my place, sir." You winked as you walked around the pool table, towards our seat. You repositioned the chair just so as I lined up my first shot, I was able to watch you spread your legs, your little pussy visibly wet. I tried to slow my breathing, but you weren't done teasing yet. You slipped a finger along those wet folds, pulling your hand back up and tasting your own juices.
You smirked as I watched, knowing I loved watching you taste yourself. You were playing dirty as hell. I closed my eyes, but the vision of your wet finger in your mouth was burned onto my eyeballs. I tried to focus with every ounce I had, and just barely made my first shot in. You pouted for real this time, pissed that I hadn't missed.
You upped the teasing game. As I lined up my second shot, still looking directly at you, you draped one of your legs over one of the arms of the chair, exposing yourself more. Nobody was too close to really see, but you knew how to push my buttons, exposing yourself in public being a huge turn on for me. I have no idea how the second shot went in, as all I could do was watch you stroke her clit. I could feel my cock reharden back to it's full length after just having gotten it to soften just seconds before now. Making my second shot infuriated you, and you retaliated by putting your other leg over the other arm, no attempt to hide yourself from anyone if they were looking.