The game itself was a bit of a chore.
Okay I'm not very good at sports. There I have said it.
I tried my best but in all honesty the ball kept going into the gutter thing for the most part, though I did shoot an eight on one go.
Amazing eh!
The young men next to us seemed be keeping an eye on us all the time and this only accentuated the feeling of complete slutty exhibitionism that I was enjoying.
I wish I could have bowled with my heels on, as the extra lift they give my legs would have made all the difference.
I tried my best however.
At every opportunity I sat and let my legs fall open. When sitting on the benches to watch the guys take their shots I always made sure I had my skirt high and my legs wide.
I alternated between sitting opposite the lads on the other lane so they could get a good fucking look at my legs and tits in my tight top, and on facing my lovers and letting them 'see the goods.'
My nipples ached as the game wore on. With each tease and flirt they expanded on my metal rings I had placed over them, tightening the grip on my sensitive nips, which in turn just got me hornier and hornier.
My cunt was now totally fucking sodden wet, my knicks slipping up my pussy flaps as I moved and wiggled around.
As I took my shots I made sure to bend over, my tiny flared mini skirt raising up even higher.
Giving an easy view up to my arse and knickers.
The guys egged me on letting me know they could see my knickers, that my tits were straining against my tight top and that I was making them hard by my wanton teasing actions.
I could sense the young men looking over at the bawdy scene unfolding on the lane next to them, and as I have said I tried to give them a good show.
Half way into the game and onto my second drink I began to really lose my inhibitions.
I began swearing a little, not too loud but loud enough for the lads to hear me saying 'fuck' and telling the guys I would 'snog' the one with the next highest score.
Acting the slag had me juiced up.
Bill hit a strike in the next round and so sitting beside him on the wooden bench, facing the lane with the younger males on it, I planted a wet deep kiss on him. As I sat I placed one leg on the bench and let the other dangle down.
My wet knickers and fanny gusset were easily on show as I probed his mouth with my tongue, making excessive noises and slurping my tongue hard into his mouth.
I desperately wanted him to get his hands on my cunt, but I guess that was a step too far for him at this stage!
This was repeated the next three goes, each high score being met with a snog and tonguing from me.
Each one being more lascivious than the last, tongues clearly flicking in and out of our mouths and heavy sighing from me to accompany the snogging action.
As the game wore on and was almost at an end I could sense the teens getting ready to leave and still they flashed furtive looks over towards us.
Bill kept patting my arse in between goes and this encouraged Phil and Frank to do likewise.
I was basically being pawed and touched up as much as they could, in full view of the five lads.
Having this amount of attention was making my head swirl and by the end of the last throws I was creaming for a good cock up me or to suck on.
We all finished up at roughly the same time, the lads on the other lane had slowed down, I assume so they could see a bit more of our outrageous flirting and behaviour.
Once at the kiosk I again made sure to sit on a high stool to pop my shoes back on.
Lifting my legs high to fasten my straps around my ankles I gave a good show of legs and knickers.
Frank was sat opposite me and was beaming, mouthing that my knickers were on full show.
I quickly hoisted my skirt up a bit and for a few seconds my wet cunt would have been on view, my knickers by this point a tornado twisted shape and deep up my fanny crack.
Two of them were opposite and must have had a good view of it.
Once our shoes were on it was out to the car park.
As we walked out the guys all took turns in holding my hand, patting my arse and generally having a good feel of me.
The car park was virtually empty, only three or four cars were left and as we approached our car doors, Bill pushed me gently against the side of the car and began to really feel me up.
