A Game of Pool

Mondays are not considered a date night because there is nothing going on. However, for that one Monday there was enough privacy to commit sinful acts. It was the first date so there was a need to make a hell of an impression. To me, that was an easy task to accomplish. It was about timing on when to turn on the sexy switch. I wanted to get it started early. It was all about preparation. I took a nice hot shower to get me relaxing. But it was not at this point that I became sexy. It started when I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my naked body. All the water seemed to disappear as I went into the bedroom to get ready.

I let my towel drop to the floor and I grabbed a bottle of lotion off the nightstand. I squeezed some lavender-scented cream into my hands. I started rubbing my hands together, and then my hands began running along my body. They worked up to my elbows. Then I worked my way up to my shoulders. I was running out of cream so I put some more on my hands. I began working on my torso. I started right at my stomach and then I raised them up to my breast. The cold lotion had made my nipples hard. I rubbed the lotion onto my breast giving them a light massage. Even my nipples got a special treatment as I plucked at them a little. I added some more lotion into my hands. They ran down to my pelvic area and down my inner thigh. I gave myself a good massage within the inner thigh working my way from my knees to my well-groomed pussy. More lotion was added, and in a circular motion, I rubbed the cold lotion onto my ass. Then I moved my hands closer to my lower back. My fingers glided down the crack and underneath the luscious lumps. My hands glided down my sides to my knees. My hands dipped into lotion again as I finished the session from my knees down to my toes and reinforced the routine on my legs

I sat on my bed and looked at some of the articles of clothing that I had laid out before the shower. First I picked up a tiny g-string and slid the little strings to their appropriate areas. Then I picked up some black-thigh-highs that came with the built-in garter belt. I slowly glided it up my leg, adjusting the back seam to lay perfectly along the middle of my leg. Then I picked up my little black dress. The front had a halter top design where there was a plunging neckline, but a silver buckle that held the material together. It wrapped my tits wonderfully. The back also had a plunging design that almost exposed my strings. I sat in front of my vanity as I added the finishing touches; my earrings, mascara, and brushing my hair. The killer blow was some deep cherry red lipstick. I stepped into my closet and I picked some black patent leather stiletto pumps. I’m off to my date.

We gathered at a Mediterranean restaurant. There were belly dancers in the middle of the restaurant where they performed. There were little caves where we enjoyed ourselves and kept business very private. The whole atmosphere brought out my sex appeal. My date, Anthony, was already there. When I saw him, his face became like a cartoon. His eyes almost popped out of his head and glued themselves to me. His mouth hit the floor letting his tongue roll out until they touched my toes. For a second, I thought I saw drool on the corner of his lips. Anthony looked hot too. He had black dress pants and a light blue dress shirt. It was opened enough to see his undershirt. I could see his body’s definition. It was mouth-watering. I wanted to complete my transformation of the inner freak and just pounce on him. He stood up as I approached the table. He comes over to me so I can take my seat. He welcomes me with a kiss on the cheek, and one of his hands graces my bare back. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy between my legs.

There was small talk between the two of us as we got to know each other. We would add some flirtatious gestures where he would wink at me or I would outline his hand with my fingertips. I would slowly lick my lips and I would see in his eyes the desire building up. I would then make my bold move. I slipped my foot out of my shoe. I would tickle his ankle, and slowly glide it up the side of his calf. I started massaging his knee. I see the look of approval. My eyes told him that I was not done. My foot continued to glide up his thigh and into his crotch. It was like he wanted to moan, but nothing came out. I pressed on him. I smiled as I began to undress him with my eyes. I think he was doing the same as he licked his lips. He completed his look with a mischievous smile. Even though there was room for dessert we left to enjoy the night.

The night was young and we drove aimlessly as we spoke some more. We shared the interest of billiards. We bragged to each other about how well we played the game. At one point, I coaxed him to bring his “A” game and show me what he had. He accepted my challenge and drove off to a pool hall. At first, we were all jokes and giggles, but once my foot crossed the threshold of the establishment, the inner diva came out. I was planning to win. I was going to use all my assets in order to accomplish that. My hips started to sway a little harder. My steps were slower and dragged a little. It was like I had become some type of exotic dancer oozing with sexual appeal. Anthony noticed it. He was hungry to have a little piece of me. The establishment was pretty classy. There was really dim lighting except for the lamps that were right on top of the table. There was really no one around, so we picked a table where we could make the moment private. Before we set up for a game, we went to the bar and got a couple of drinks. I wrapped my full lips around the straw. I enjoyed sucking on it. I would roll my eyes with every sip. At times, I would let the tip of my tongue peek out and lick the straw. I started to break Anthony’s concentration from the game as he watched me have my way with the straw.

We grabbed our sticks and started the game. I let him break. I positioned myself on the other end of the table where he could get a full view of what I looked like. I would then grab my stick and lean on it. He made a nice shot as all the ball scattered to all corners of the table. I made figure eights with my ass as I walked around the table. I see his eyes following me. I purposefully positioned myself near him so he could watch me. This time I would go to the opposite side of to table and I would bend over. You could see the cleavage almost pour onto the table. I had committed an obvious sexual innuendo with the pool stick. He laughed at my silliness. Then I cocked the stick back and hit the white ball but it was only a light tap. With every turn I took I purposely messed up. He laughed at me some more. Then it was my turn again. I walk up to him and whisper in his ear “Teach me.” I walk over to the table. I bend completely over and I spread my legs a little. I wanted Anthony to take advantage and he did.

Anthony stepped up behind me. I felt his crotch up against my ass. He puts his hands on my shoulders and then runs down my back. The destination is at my hips. Then he leans on top of me as he wraps his manly arms around me. His hands grabbed my stick and placed them where my hands should be. We took the shot together. I felt him breathing on my neck as if he wanted to kiss it. Then I feel his lips touch my skin. Then it was his tongue running down the nape of my neck. I was ready to get up and let him shoot, but he wasn’t ready to let me go. I felt something get hard on my rear end. To my surprise, he ran his hands into my dress and played with my very naked breast. I let out a soft moan, as my mouth dropped to the floor. I knew he wanted me, but I did not think he was going to have me right at the table. After fondling my breast, he massaged the rest of my torso. I heard him give a little moan of enjoyment. I was at his mercy and will. I was not going to fight what happened next. I felt his fingers running up my legs. He starts pulling up my dress until he fully exposes my ass. I was not caring if anyone else was watching. He started rubbing my ass. I then hear a zipper. I look back and it was a very hard, good-sized dick.

Anthony was so turned on that it was contagious. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted it bad. He started rubbing the tip of his dick over my panties. Eventually he moved the little material that was covering my eager pussy. He could see how wet it was and then the tip of his dick felt it. It slid through my lips and slowly entered me. I feel my walls expanding. Soon he was balls deep inside of me. I wanted to moan loudly but did not want to cause too much attention to our direction. He would rub my back as he would fuck me. It felt so good. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every thrust. I wanted to start talking dirty to him, but that would also cause some attention our way. Anthony could read my mind as he fucked a little deeper, and then a little faster. Then I feel him pulling out. I was praying that it wasn’t the end.

Anthony’s actions were my guide to what he wanted. He stood me up and then turned me over. He lifted me up so I would be sitting up on the edge of the table. He nests between my legs again and his dick goes back to what it was doing earlier. The feeling was so intense that I just laid back not caring if I moved any balls in the game. He smiled as he first placed one of his hands on my breast. Then his hand moves upward. He places his hand on my neck. He was using it as leverage as he was pounding me. I did not say anything to him as he was fucking me. But he could read my facial expression. In my mind I could hear myself calling out for God. This time God was not going to help me. I felt my pussy squeezing up on him as he pounded me harder. He was going faster and faster. I thought he was going to come inside of me. It was I that started to climax. I arched my back while he was still holding my neck. I felt it gushing down on him. Then he slowed down and stopped. He smiled at me and asked me if I liked that. Of course I did.

I could go on and tell you what else happened during my date. However, that little mystery shall be kept a secret.