Game Day
We are gathered at Liz and Mark's place for game day. I don't follow sports. When I was at Uni I would go along to various sports to ogle the hunky males doing strange stuff on the field/ice/pool or whatever, but I never cared about what they were doing. So, while everyone else are setting up in the living room to get the best view of their 100-inch TV, I wander down to the basement. They have a nice pool table, and I have played enough that I am passably good at it. I rack up the balls and break. I let the non-existing competitor take a non-existent shot and keep going, eventually clearing all the balls. Once again, I beat the non-existent competitor. At some point a young guy came down and watched me finish off the table. I rack the balls again and get ready to do it again. I can tell from the noises upstairs that the game is about to start. I expect my audience will head up to watch.
"Do you want to play alone, or are you open to some competition."
I look up, and then stand up. He is probably late 20's, reasonably fit looking, shorter than my 5 foot 10, 6 foot with my heels. "Get a cue. I broke last time, so you can break." I stand back and watch him.
He moves smoothly. "You are Tom's wife, aren't you?"
"Yes, Donna, what is your name?"
"Damian. I gather you are not a sports fan."
"I like looking at the hot men, but have no interest in the things that they are doing. I will entertain myself down here and pop up for food when it comes out. There is a bar fridge down here if you want a drink." Getting him a little less sober will improve my chances on the table.
"I'm good thanks." He breaks and sinks a ball. It takes about 5 minutes for us to clear the table. Some small talk, his wife is the sports fan, she is upstairs, and at one time a woman shouts at the TV and he says "That sounded like Rita, my wife." He takes several opportunities to rub up against me, and pat my bum. If he intends to turn me on, he is succeeding.
I rack the balls for another game. Then he speaks up. "How about we make this more interesting?"
"Oh? What do you have in mind?"
"Well, we have at least an hour where we will not have any visitors. Say miss a shot, lose an item of clothing."
I smile, my kind of game. "Sure, but you break."
He smiles and repositions the cue ball. He breaks, but while several balls get close to holes, none go in. He hands me his cue to hold and removes his shirt. He tosses it next to the door to the next room. I surmise that he knows that it is a bedroom.
I walk around the table, and look for a suitable shot. I want one that will disrupt the male mind. I find one, a particularly difficult shot that requires me to hike up my dress and put a knee on the edge of the table. I bend over to line up my shot. Damien walks around and puts his hand on my bum. I take my time lining up the shot, his hand flows down onto my panties and his finger slowly pushes my panties into my bum crack then around till he reaches my clit, and he slowly circles it. I take my shot. It works and the ball goes in.
"Damn, girl you have solid concentration skills."
"Not quite as solid as it may appear." I flub the next shot, an easy one. I could have easily sunk it, but then the game would last too long. I hand him my cue, turn around to face away from him. Hike my dress up. Insert my thumbs into the sides of my panties, and slowly bend over pushing my panties down around my feet, and step out of them.
Damien takes the opportunity to stroke my pussy, lightly, just enough that I know what he is doing. When he stops, I stand up and toss the panties to the other side of the bedroom doorway. I pull down my dress and take back my cue. "Your shot."
He reorganizes his erection which has distorted his pants. I figure it is also changing the focus of his play. I put my hand on his bare chest and slowly slide it down to his pants. Then I turn and walk around the table.
He looks at the table, and chooses an easy shot. He makes it. However, his next shot is not so easy. I follow him around to his shot position. As he bends over, I put my hand on his bum, and push down between his legs. He changes his position to spread his legs a bit more, and I bend down so I can stroke his cock from the back. He misses his shot.
He hands me his cue, bends over and removes his shoes. "I assume that shoes are a pair so both go at once."
I look at him, "Of course, socks are also a pair." I hand him back his cue and look for another shot that will need me to put a leg up. I find it, hike my dress up a bit and put my knee on the edge of the table. As I bend over, he puts his hand on my butt, and slowly moves down, sliding a finger inside me. "Careful there, I haven't lost yet." It feels good.
I line up my shot, and as I am starting to make my shot, he wiggles the finger. I miss. "I see we are playing dirty."
"What? No, I would never cheat." He is grinning, I hand him my cue, turn around and reaching back, I unzip my dress, and let it fall to the floor. Then I slowly bend over and pick it up and stand up.
"What, no more teasing?" I smile. He hands me back his cue then sticks his middle finger in his mouth.
"MMM, HMM"
I laugh. He wanders around and finds a shot. I wait beside him, and as he starts to move, I slap his bum. He misses.
He hands me his cue. Undoes his belt, lets his pants drop to the floor with a thud. I wonder what he has in his pocket that makes that much noise. He steps out with his left foot, then picks up his right foot hooking his pants which he then balls up.
The door to upstairs opens, and I can see Liz's shoes coming down. The door closes, and Damien panics.
"Relax, its Liz, she's cool."
Damien holds his pants in front of him. I walk around to select my next shot.
Liz stops beside me and pats my bum. "I just came down to see if you guys needed anything. Looks to me like you have it under control. Who's winning?"
"I think I am at the moment. Damien is a bit flustered at this point. Do you want to join us? You would need to forfeit a couple of items to catch up to us."
"No thanks, I have guests upstairs that I need to cater to."
I line up my next shot. Since Damien is still trying to sort out what is going on I clear a bunch of ball off the table. I do some mental math, and figure I have taken enough out. I flub a really easy shot, but leave the cue ball in a place where he has no good choices. Damien relaxes a bit and throws his pants against the wall next to the bedroom door
I hand my cue to Liz and take my bra off. I toss it to the pile of my clothes by the bedroom door. Liz turns me to face her. She hands me my cue and puts her drink on the table, then with both hands she massages my breasts. "You have really nice breasts." She looks down and reaches down to rub my bush. "You should really shave that right off."
"I had it shaved, but then the last little while I have been lazy. I can see I should have taken time to clean it up before this party. I just had not planned on the party going in this direction."
Liz laughs.
I turn to Damien. "Your shot." He has underpants and socks. I have sandals.
