I’m waking up with a great woman beside me today, and it all started about 5:00 last night. I had been at my local English style pub having a couple of drinks when I noticed a group of guys and three women walk in. The women were drop dead gorgeous, and were dressed to make any man blow a months worth of come on the spot. It was one of those warmer summer evenings, and all three were dressed to keep relatively cool.
One had on a tank top that left plenty of her belly showing, no bra, and a pair of super short shorts. The second wore a printed sundress, while the third wore a blue jeans western style shirt, and a denim skirt. The shirt had the snap buttons on it, but none of them were closed, because she had tied in a knot right below her huge tits. The shirt looked to be a bit small on her. The knot left plenty to see, and believe me I did look. Her skirt went from the top of her hips down to about the middle of her thigh, and I could see that she was wearing something on her legs.
It looked like they were having a celebration of some kind, and while I sipped my drink, I chatted with the waitresses, and bar staff. It didn’t take long for the party in the corner to get started. Most of the customers in the bar spent some time watching the goings on over there. They had soon taken control of one of the pool tables, and it seemed like everyone playing them lost. I decided to watch them for a while being an above average pool player myself. I quickly noticed the woman wearing the skirt was not such a good player, because she couldn’t get anyone to play as her partner when they teamed up to play. She began to wander from the table slightly as she continued to be turned down for a partner.
My bar tender buddy said I should be her partner, I said “not me”, but decided that if she asked, I would take up her offer.
I had just ordered my third beer, when she did ask me to play as her partner, and winking to Bob behind the bar I said I would be more than happy to be her partner. We were walking over to the pool tables, and she introduced herself as Leslie, so I told her my name as well.
“You would think at least ONE of those guys would play as my partner, if even to get me bent over so the other guys could look down my shirt at my 37 D tits,” she said with a smile, and a tone of disgust. She asked if I played a lot, and I told her that I felt I was almost as good as some of the people that she was playing with were. She grabbed my arm, and said that she wasn’t all that good, but added that she did enjoy playing.
She made a round of hurried introductions, and then placed some coins on the table to hold a spot for us. I watched the game and her and discovered that some of the players were quite good, and they all seemed to know each other quite well. She found a seat for me, and we sat down to talk while we waited our turn. It was all I could do to keep my eyes off of her tits as we talked. When our turn finally came around, she asked if I wanted to shoot first, and I said for her to go ahead. She managed to drop one ball on her first shot, and almost made her second shot as well, missing a corner pocket by just a hair. It only took the first shot she made to understand what she had meant about the guys, I looked long, and hard at the display as she bent over for her shot. The guy following her made three balls, and left me sitting rather nice, so I managed to run the remaining balls off the table to win the game for us. The 8 ball was just falling into the pocket, and she ran from the wall, and threw both arms around my neck. She was squealing with delight at having won a game, and in order not to disappoint her, I hugged her back.
The next game was equally as easy to win, but we lost our third game, because I screwed up on the 8 ball, so I offered to buy a drink for her to make it up. She told me she was drinking vodka with orange juice, so I headed for the bar to buy two drinks. She handed me some more money to hold another place in the rotation for us, and I left it on the edge of the table on my way past. I ordered the drinks from Bob, and headed back to the pool area to find my new pool partner. I walked around the corner, and saw her sitting on a barstool! I almost had to pick my eyeballs off the floor! She had one leg crossed over the other, and I could see that she wasn’t wearing panty hose. Her right stocking top was showing several inches of her soft tanned thigh above them.
I placed the drink beside her, and she grabbed my arm as she picked it up. She said thanks with a big grin on her face, and said we were up in two games. She tugged me down to whisper something to me, and she told me the best players had gone home, it was well past his time for some sex for them. I looked back over my shoulder, and saw that it was already 11:30 PM. The couple that held control of the table was practically begging some one to beat them as they to wanted to head home. The woman wearing the sundress came over to her, and said they were all heading home, but Leslie told her she was staying. The second woman asked her about some guy named Peter, and Leslie seemed like she got a bit mad at that.
“It isn’t like I am married to that fucking ass hole. He is never around when I need him, besides I know that he is getting his dick wet when ever he gets the chance, so I figure it might just as well be my turn.” She said.
The two of them walked around the corner to continue their talk so I settled in to watch the game on the table. One of the guys that had been sitting got up, and went off to see what he could add to the conversation, so I thought to myself that my night was going to end up as it was originally. I had not been seeing a woman for a few weeks, and figured I would be going home alone.
The game being played ended, and the next one was about half done when the three of them came back around the corner. Leslie came over, and sat down on the barstool again, crossed her legs, and gave all those looking a great view of bare thigh as she did! She told the one in the sundress she was staying, and would get home on her own. They seemed to be rather reluctant, but in the end they all headed out leaving her behind. That left only us, and another two players on the table. Leslie and I made quick work of beating them in the next two games, and as a result they also packed it in for the night.
She looked at me in surprise as I tossed the coins into the table, and racked the balls. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“I thought you might like a few pointers about playing pool,” I said to her. She quickly slid off the barstool to join me at the table.
“I have never had any one offer to teach me some techniques for pool” she told me.
I started out showing her the proper stance for various shots, and the point of aim she should be taking. She soon had improved her game a bit, and her shot percentage began to go up. I pointed out the difference between a hard shot, and the ones where just a touch is the best option for a shooter.
I paid to get all the balls back after she had put them all down, and she offered to play a last game with me. I allowed her to make the break, and as she did, I was watching her from the far end of the table, and she took deliberate care in her positioning. I had been able to tell she had a bra on because I had seen the ridges across her back, and now for the first time I actually saw it! I managed to get a look at the bright red bra where it passed between her tits! She took her shot, and none of the balls made their way into a pocket. I decided to keep the game going as long as possible so I chose all the hardest shots I could.
The bar was getting rather empty by then and I saw that only about 5-6 of the regular patrons were still there. Connie, one of the waitresses came past, and asked if we wanted anything for last call, so I bought us each another drink. I offered to give Leslie any assistance she might need as she lined up her second shot. She asked if she had her shot lined up right, so I walked over behind her to check. She was standing at the edge of the table, so I stood right behind her to ask which shot she wanted to take. She pointed out the shot she wanted to try with the cue, and then in a flash she leaned over to get ready. Her ass was plastered against my cock, and believe me did my cock ever react to that!
I had stepped back to avoid any embarrassment to her, and she looked back over her shoulder to tell me I couldn’t see from that far away. I bent down to line up her shot, and she continued to ask if I was close enough to see. I eventually ended up with her ass pressing against my cock and a hand on her back as I sighted down the shaft of her pool cue. I made a few adjustments for her, and then she took her shot. The ball she was shooting was almost in a corner pocket, and to avoid the returning ball, she stood up quickly, and I found myself with her back firmly against my chest, and an arm around her belly. She made that shot, and on her next one, it almost looked like she missed it on purpose. Our drinks had been delivered by then, and Connie had gone about her business. I lined up my shot, and as I did, Leslie lay her tits right over the pocket I was shooting for. I looked at her, and she said she was studying my style. What she was really doing was giving me a look at her tits.
37 D cups hey! They look like they might even be bigger I thought as that magnificent pair of tits lay on the edge of the table. Just to give her what she said she wanted, I made the shot. She did the same thing for my next shot, but this time I deliberately missed the shot.
I waited until she had set up her shot, and then I placed my chin on the table rag right in line with her point of aim. She smiled at me, and bent down to line up her shot. The ball was just on her side of the center of the table, so she had to get well out over it to be in position for her shot. She deliberately came further over the table than necessary, placed her tits ON the table, and then pulled herself back to get into the right position. I have to say I was glad my chin was on the table, or else it would have dropped to the floor. When she was finally ready to shoot, her tits were mashed into lumps of hot female flesh that strained both the shirt, and the knot holding it closed. She missed her shot, but it became obvious really quick that neither of us cared. The table was around the corner from the bar, so we both took some liberties with the game.
My next shot was made with her sitting on a barstool right in front of me, her legs deliberately crossed to show off her stocking covered thighs. She had even hiked the skirt up some to give me more to see! I missed another shot. I watched the cue ball roll to a stop, and then took a seat where I knew she would be facing away from me for her shot. I had left her with a long stretch to be able to get her best ball, and she lifted one leg, and allowed me to see almost all the way to her crotch as she stretched out to make her attempt.
My cock was so stiff it couldn’t get any harder as we teased each other with what we were doing. She even stood right behind me while I took one shot. Her crotch was firmly against my ass. I had no choice but to return the favor on her next shot, so I stood behind her with my raging hard on firmly against her ass. She made her shot, and then pressed back against me, and gave her ass a few lovely wiggles that sent spasms of lust through my cock. We never did finish that game, but left with about half the balls still on the table. I had discovered that she lived about a 15-minute walk from the bar, so we decided to walk while I hopefully did more than just escort her home.
She lived on the far side of a nearby man made lake that was surrounded by a park area, so we would have to walk about half way around the lake to get her home. We had discussed me walking her home even though I live in the opposite direction. We walked holding hands as we left the bar. She directed me as to which way to take, and at the end of it, we had walked much further than was originally necessary to get to her home. The 15 minutes turned into 75minutes. The lake had a walk way around it with light posts every hundred feet or so, and whenever it sounded like we were pretty much alone, she moved closer to me, and our legs touched as we walked. There were several places around the lake that allowed for access to the park area, and as we passed one of these, she grabbed my hand tight, and pulled me off the path. That part of the park area was extremely dark, and on one side there were several new homes being built. I followed her full of anticipation and a bit of curiosity as she headed into the grassy area where it was away from any lights. She found another pathway that was not as well used as the main one was. She let my hand go, and told me to follow her.
