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You're teaching me to play pool. I've fancied you for
ages and have been trying to find a way of getting closer to you. This was the
only thing I could think of. You're the only person I know with a pool-room. I
know I make you uneasy – you're not sure of my intentions, not convinced
someone as delicious as me could fancy you.
I'm overdressed for pool, and underdressed for
anything else. All I'm wearing is a strappy black dress and stilettos. I am
totally naked underneath, I have come here for one thing only - you. You watch
me as I chalk up my cue, there is something about the way that you are looking
at me that makes me want to be flirty. I hold the cue in my palm and move my
hand up and down to let you know what I want, but the signal is lost on you,
it's too subtle for your lack of self-confidence. I know I will have to be more
direct.
You invite me to break. I saunter over to the end of the
table, swinging hips and swashing my long strawberry blonde hair. You watch me
with intrigue, wondering what I am really here for. My signals are telling you
that I have not come here to play pool.
I stop at the edge of the table next to you. I’m so close
that I can feel the heat from your body, as I stand beside you. I want to reach
out and grab you, but I know that I can not. I need you to come to me; I’m
desperate to show you what you are missing.
I bite my bottom lip and lean across the table, cue in
hand and aim for the white ball. You step aside, giving me room to take the
shot. As I bend over, my dress hangs low revealing my ripe breasts. I sense
your gaze on my body and I like it. You think I don’t know that you are peeping
and you quickly look away when I turn to face you. I cannot help but smile, I
am enjoying the power I have over you. I feel wicked and mischievous knowing
that I am making you feel uncomfortable, it’s turning me on. The wooden edge of
the table presses against my clit as I butt up to it; I like the feeling, it’s
nice. I wiggle my arse under the guise of aiming my shot, pleasuring myself
against the table and teasing you at the same time. I'm having fun.
“I’m not sure if I’m doing this right,” I say
innocently, my big blue eyes finding your brown ones. “Could you show me how to
hit the white ball?”
“It’s the cue ball,” you answer with a hint of
frustration and amusement.
“Oh,” I offer, trying to sound innocent and playful. I
hold the vowel longer, seductively pursing my mouth into an oval, knowing you
are now looking at my full, red lips.
You rest you cue against the table and step towards
me. Standing behind me you lean over me and reposition my arms. I can feel your
whole body stretched against mine. The scent of you fills my nostrils and I
breathe in deeply taking you into my lungs. You’re delicious.
“There, try that,” you state, pulling away and
stepping back. I’m slightly annoyed, I thought that something was about to
happen, but it did not.
My anger fuels my shot and I strike the balls and they
go everywhere. You look surprised at my aggression and the results, “Wow, that
was a good clean break,” you exclaim, “So you’re reds then.”
I’m shocked that I even got a ball down. I was not
thinking of the shot when I took it, my mind was on you.
I play my next shot. Throughout the entire game I'm
aware that you're trying to keep the pool table between us. It only makes me
want you more. I think you're teasing me, yet I know you're also a little afraid
of me. You're getting the signals from my body language; the teasing flashes of
nakedness, the pouting and the smiles, but I can tell that you are suspicious
of my motives. As the game progresses I get hotter and hotter, I want to leap
across the table and pull you onto it, but I am terrified that will frighten
you away.
I want to make you the predator, not me.
I notice that you use your cue differently to me when
taking a long shot. Suddenly I feel I have another chance to get your undivided
attention, “Could you show me how to do that?” I request seductively.
“What?” You look up confused. You have no idea what I
am talking about.
“Hold your cue like that,” I offer. “You do it so much
better than me.” I bat my eye lids at you. You look at me as though I have gone
mad!
You stand and stretch, before you place your cue
against the table. I can see your muscles move under your tight black T-shirt
and I swallow – hard. You just don’t realise how gorgeous you are.
You move around the table and come to stand behind me.
I stand up, stretch my spine and step back into you. Our bodies meet again, I
can feel your heart beating and your chest rising and falling with every breath
you take. My body responds to our touch and a jolt of sexual excitement blasts
down my spine. I can tell you feel it too, you gasp sharply, and your breathing
quickens. I can feel your hot moist breath on my naked shoulder and an image of
your full generous mouth flashes in my mind. I’m desperate to kiss you and
dying to know what you taste like. I ready myself; I need to act now knowing
that if I don’t take this chance, I may never get another one.
I wriggle my bum tantalizingly against your crotch.
It's impossible for to you misread me; my signals are so clear, so direct. I
feel you rock hard and eager against my soft, tight buttocks. I like it that
I’m turning you on and so I push my arse harder against you. I’m delighted when
you show me that you understand what I want by placing your hands tentatively
on my breasts. I’m surprised and frustrated that you do nothing with my boobs,
my nipples ache for attention and swell into your palms at the thought of it. I
arch my back and thrust my tits deeper into your grip, but you do not move your
fingers.
There is only my small black dress between my
nakedness and your touch. I want to show you how naked I really am under this
dress. I put my cue down and reach for the hem of my dress, pulling it over my
head. You take your hands away, so that I can undress. I drop the garment to
the floor. Now you can see what is waiting for you. I lean back against you,
and our body springs to life, your hands are now busy feeling every part of the
front of my body. You're frantically playing with my nipples, tweaking and
squeezing them. Jolts of pleasure rebound through my body as I moan and press
myself closer to you. I reach behind my arse and rub your crotch; I can feel
your cock, rigid and eager, straining against the denim of your jeans. I dying
to get it out, see it, touch it and ride it.
You lean into me; I can feel your breath, hot and
moist against the back of my neck. It sends shivers down my spine. Then your
hot, wet mouth is on me. You kiss and lick my skin at the back of my neck, it
is bliss, I love the caress of your lips, I can feel your hunger on my flesh as
you taste me. Then you bite. Hard.
I am so shocked I speechless, but my body tells you all
you need to know. My nipples buzz and my clit twinges instantly. A bolt of
exquisite sexual energy surges through the rest of my body. My buttocks are hot
with desire and my clit throbs with yearning. I lift my arms up to your neck
and hold my own hands behind it, giving you complete access to me. Leaning my head
back against your shoulder I offer you my neck, this is my invitation for you
to bite again. I knew you'd be naughty.
You take your hands from my breasts, grab my pool cue
and turn it around, with the fat end pointing up.
“Now, I’m in charge,” you utter. “Open your legs.”
I oblige. You reach down behind me and touch my sex. I
know that I am wet and I shudder at your touch. I expect you to finger me, but
you don’t. You move your hand backward and forward dragging your fingers in my
honey. I move against you, trying to increase the pressure but suddenly you
stop. The next thing I know your hand is on the back of my neck and you are
forcing me down onto the table. I release your neck and place my hands on the
felt as you overpower me. I don’t speak or protest, I don’t want you to stop. It’s
exciting and thrilling feeling the intensity of your passion for my body.
I cannot stop myself from moving against the table
edge – the wood is cold and hard against my hot little clit. I feel you move,
you are now on my right, your right hand is still on my neck, pinning me
against the felt. I can smell wood, fabric and sex. My anticipation is so
acute; I will do anything now, just to have you. I squirm under you grip,
loving the feeling of control that you have over me and relishing in my own
willing helplessness.
Cool air settles on my hot skin and I am reminded of
my nakedness. I want your body to cover it, and wriggle my arse for your
attention. I hear you chuckle next to me, deep and low, you are clearly enjoying
yourself.
I feel your body tense and then move quickly, I hear a
sudden rush of air and then a crack, my body jerks forward unexpectedly. It
takes me a split second to realise that you have spanked me. I do not feel any
pain, but my left buttock begins to burn. I’m too stunned to react, but as the
intensity of heat grows on my arse cheek so does my carnal desire for you. I
feel you have shown me something about yourself, a side to you not many see. A
connection has been made between us that goes deeper than sex, but sex is all I
can think about. My body aches for you now, with a hunger I have never
experienced before.
I am so distracted by my own physical lust, that I do
not even hear the next slap. But I feel it. The nerves in my left buttock,
ablaze from before, feel the impact with such sharpness, it takes my breath
away. I moan into the green felt, my saliva tricking out of the right side of
my mouth. My flesh now alarmed, peppers itself with goose-bumps. Every single
nerve and sense in my body is seeking you out, trying to determine your
actions. Surprisingly I find that this is the most physically erotic thing that
my body has been subjected to. My breath shortens and my pulse quickens, I
close my eyes and focus on the delights my sexual senses are providing. My
hunger is mouth-wateringly desperate; I can almost taste my lust.
Your right hand releases my neck and you step behind
me. You have a perfect view of my throbbing, spanked backside now. I dare not
move, I do not know what you are going to do next. The air is so thick with
sexual tension, the hairs on my flesh stand on end. I cannot see you, but I can
hear you. There is a chink of metal as you unbuckle your belt and then the wisp
of a zip being pulled down. I hear the scuffle of denim against skin and I
wait. My own breathing begins to steady in the silence created by your lack of
movement and I feel my body begin to relax. It lasts about a second. The belt
lashes across both my buttocks, quick and un-giving, the pain intense and
sharp. My body instantly surges forward, jolting every bone and nerve. I cry
out onto the table and clench my fists, but I do not try to get away. My
buttocks sizzle as the blood courses through them, seeking the point of impact.