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.