"She's arriving back into the city tomorrow." Chris told me. "I can't wait for you to meet her."
Chris was my step-father after my real father was killed in a tragic traffic accident. I was still young at the time when Mom married Chris soon after. Then Mom died under suspicious circumstances (but any investigation was inconclusive). But credit to Chris, he took care of me through Uni. Maybe felt obligated after he was the major beneficiary of Mom's will and estate. He was guardian of me and my inheritance until I became of age. We never became really close though and I couldn't call him "Dad". After graduating, I got a great job in a different city; close enough to drive but far enough to live on my own. Later, Chris told me that he had met up with a nice lady and was getting serious with her. He was going to propose but wanted me to meet her first; not that he needed my approval.
I wanted to meet up with some of my old buddies at Boosers our local hangout. I was having a great time drinking and playing pool when I watched three women enter the place. They were maybe mid-thirties and dressed up quite well for the bar. One of them really caught my eye. The dark haired female wore a snug fitting, low cut, short LBD that showed off her nice curvaceous body and a healthy set of boobs which she was not afraid of flaunting. But her face was what really caught me. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds. And her lips! Perfect cock sucking lips for sure. Yes, she was older than I was but who wouldn't want to have a piece of that.
It was my round for drinks. I stood at the bar waiting my turn to order when she stood beside me. Right beside me. You couldn't slip a piece of paper between us. Her perfume filled my nostrils. "Hi!"
"Hi!" I turned to her and answered back. "Three beers and whatever..."
"Shannon." She knew what I was pausing for.
"Whatever Shannon and her friends want." I finished my sentence.
"Really? Thanks." Shannon flashed that gorgeous smile. "Three Chards and a vodka shot."
"Nice to meet you, Shannon. I'm Gregore but most just call me G. " I told her. At a closer distance, I could tell she was older than I initially thought. Maybe forties? But still very doable. "I'm here with a couple of friends if you and your friends would like to join us."
The server placed our order on the bar. Shannon took the shot down in one. She eyed her friends and gave them a nod directing them to my friends.
"This is Jock and Jordan." I introduced my pals. "This is Shannon and..."
"Tara and Sara." Shannon added.
Tara was blond, a bit slimmer with a nice shaped body. Sara the brunette seemed to be the youngest of the three. Her boobs were okay but she had a really nice bootie!
Shannon and I seemed to hit it off well. She played down her ability to play pool but I could tell she had a little bit of skill. She looked at me coyly. "G, how do I hold this stick? Can you show me?"
It was an obvious ploy and I couldn't let it pass. From behind, I wrapped my arms around her and showed her how to hold the cue and strike the cue ball. As she bent forward, I felt her wriggle her bum back into my crotch.
It was a simple straight shot that no one would miss. Shannon drew the cue back and struck the side of the ball sending it wide of the 5. "Oops! Is that a penalty?"
"Yes. It's called a scratch!" I told her knowing full well that she knew the answer.
"What's the penalty?" She looked right at me. "A spanking?"
I felt my cock jump.
While Shannon managed to finally sink one but the cue ball ended up in a weird position. The orange ball was about six inches from the lower left corner pocket with the cue ball was above the line just off centre table. It would be an impossible shot without stretching over somehow. The other balls weren't accessible without some difficult bank.
Shannon walked around the table and eyed various possibilities. She only had one simple option.
I stood at the top of the table as Shannon took her position on the side. She first tried to reach the white ball but I knew she couldn't get the angle she wanted. I watched her plant her left foot and then raised her right leg over the rail. With legs spread, her hem slid way high and exposed her stocking tops and garter clips. Her thong panties barely covered her pussy. Even with her five inch stiletto heels, she needed to perch up on her toes.
Shannon seemed to take an extraordinarily long time to line up the shot. She kept wiggling her bum and adjusting her angle making her hem rise even higher. Her thong slipped between her pussy lips. A wet spot started to grow. Finally, she drew the stick back and took the shot. On purpose or not, she topped the cue ball but there was enough momentum to hit the five and send it into the corner.
Shannon remained sprawled on the rail longer than she had to know full well how much on display she was. She looked back and gave me a sly smile before unmounting the table.
I left an easy eight ball for Shannon to finish the game. The white was just off line but almost any nudge on the black ball would drop it in. Shannon smiled at me. "What do I get if... when I win?"
"What do you want?" I questioned back.
"Well, if I win..." She looked directly at my crotch. "But if you win, I'll give you... Well, I can't give you my virginity but I can give you something else!"
She lined up and took the shot. She ended up hitting the rail first and kissing the eight so it bounced away. Knowing she threw the game on purpose, I cross railed the ball into the corner to finish the game.
Jock and Sara and Jordan and Tara were playing teams. I sat in a high chair watching when Shannon returned from the bathroom. She stood close to me between my knees and placed something in my hand. I looked quickly. It was her thong panties. She whispered into my ear. "Keep them."
