Pool Shark Slut

I shine as a pool shark slut…

It started out like any fun night here, but no Seattle rain. Which made it the perfect excuse to wear the dress that I love so much. I pull up to my favorite dive bar and begin my pool shark slut night. So, I slowly adjust my tight little dress and make sure that only a peek of the white satin under it is showing. As soon as we stepped into the pool hall, I could feel all eyes on me, but I didn’t mind. After all, I was with my boyfriend, and he always made everything more fun. I glance up into his eyes so full of fire and pull him down for a quick kiss.

Before we even grabbed our cues, I twirled once, partly to stretch. Mostly, I like to tease him with the white satin and try to distract him. Naturally, he rolled his eyes, but I caught the smile before he could hide it. While he chalked his stick like a pro, I leaned over the table dramatically to give him a cheeky peek at my ample breasts. My pool shark slut secret is still intact. Of course, I missed the first shot entirely, which only made me giggle more. Although I  pretended I wasn’t great at the game, I had enthusiasm and flair, which I knew would get me what I wanted.

He doesn’t know that I am a pool shark slut and can sink the balls at any time…

Each time I made a shot, I celebrated like I’d won a championship, shaking my curvy ass or winking his way. Meanwhile, he pretended to keep score, though I suspected he was letting me win, just barely. Every now and then, I’d accidentally bump into him, or let my hand graze his thigh, just to see how long he could stay “focused.” Eventually, we got thirsty, so we went to get a drink from the bar. As I leaned on the edge of the table, I press my body back against him and feel the effect I am looking for. I feel his hands travel up my skirt and cup my bombshell body with feral ease. The music played overhead, and we swayed in time, belting out every line like we were in our own world.

Soon after, the game stopped mattering to us. The tension was so high, and the need to sneak away and see where the night ends. Of course, I’d lost track of the score as the pool shark slut and looked him in the eyes with a smirk. Slowly, I line up my cue and sink every solid ball just to watch the shock cross his face. Naturally, I hand up my stick just to be able to cop a feel as I walk by him. I whisper that we need to go back to my place, where I took him after our sorority swinger adventure. As we walked out, hand in hand and slid into our cab, I knew it would heat up.

His hand slid up my skirt and skilled fingers worked…

When I feel his fingers trace my hemline, I reach under my skirt just to slide them off. I give him a wink as I tuck them in his pocket for a souvenir of bedding the pool shark slut. Of course, when I pull up to my place, I take his hand and walk him up to the steps. He does not even wait to get me inside before I feel his lips on my neck, kissing and rubbing his beard along my skin. As the moisture starts to drip, I finally get the key in the lock and turn. But, not before I feel the tip hit its mark. Do we make it back to my room and continue the pleasure or do we stay at the door? Call me and find out…