Carol is a pretty nineteen year old, she is a single mum and likes to go out and socialise in the local bar.
She is curvy carrying a little extra weight since she had the baby three years ago. She has 38D breasts and she looks great in a supporting bra. She is quite short at 5 foot 5.
She has three tattoos, one small rose on her left shoulder, a butterfly in the middle of her back and a larger rose tattoo just above her right ankle.
The local bar that she goes to is quite often a male dominated domain, particularly on week nights, The wives and girlfriends of the guys save their partying for the weekends.
Tuesday night last week Carol entered the bar around eight, she went to the bar and ordered her usual Malibu and coke. She enjoys a drink but gets giggly and loses her inhibitions after a few. Over the years this has got her into a few compromising situations. This night was to be no different.
She sat around for a while chatting to the regulars, she had a few more drinks. As the conversation began to dry up she decided to go to the other end of the bar where the pool table was located.
Terry, John and Rob were all there. Carol new all three and regularly played pool with them. She wasn't very good at pool she rarely won a game and was normally left with several balls left at the end of the game.
She put her name down for a game and sat down on one of the stool to chat to the lads.
The lads had often joked with her about the local forfeit rule. This meant if you were beaten with all seven of your balls left then you had to drop your trousers and underwear round your ankles and run around the bar. She had seen this happen to Rob a month before, he ran around with his cock swinging. That night she had gone home and fantasised about this happening to her, she wanked herself to orgasm thinking about it and had done so an a few occasions since. Not that she would intentionally get herself seven balled, but every time she had played and it had got close, she had felt herself getting damp.
She always managed to fluke at least one ball in every game. On one occasion the only ball of hers that had been potted had been potted on the break by her opponent, she managed to argue her way out of the forfeit by insisting that it had to be seven left.
She had immediately gone to the toilets and as soon as she touched herself she had a deep long orgasm.
Her turn came around to play her first game, she broke off and one ball went in. She didn't pot any more that game."That was a close one Carol," Rob joked.
On her next game when she broke off she didn't pot and as the game progressed she came close to potting several, but kept missing narrowly.
