My Strip Pool Challenge

My Strip Pool Challenge

When my boyfriend suggested a game of pool after dinner, I didn’t realize that it would turn into a strip pool challenge. I was just looking forward to some competition and fun.

We had been enjoying our vacation and had just come back after a nice dinner with friends, we had had a few drinks at dinner and were already in a great mood. He and I had been flirting the whole dinner.

The pool table was in the corner of the house we were renting for the weekend. It had a soft light above it, and it was set up for a game. He looked at me with mischief in his eyes and asked for a game. That’s when I asked him if he wanted to make it interesting. His eyebrows raised with curiosity.

I said, “ Strip Pool Challenge.”

He laughed and agreed. The energy started sparking as we chose our sticks and grabbed some cold beers from the drink fridge. We went through the rules and racked the balls. The challenge was in his eyes as he shot the first shot. Breaking, but no balls falling. I assessed the table and took my best shot. I missed it. Not that I couldn’t play, but I was nervous.

Somehow, the idea of missing a shot in this strip pool challenge meant taking off clothes and becoming more vulnerable. It was exciting, and those sparks were building before any clothes even came off. The tension building with each shot. Until I made the first ball, and he had to take his shirt off.

I missed the next shot.

It was his turn, and now that he knew he was stripes, he had a clear path. The next ball got my earrings, the second got my belt. Then he missed, and it was my turn to get him. More beers were opened and more shots missed.

As the game went on and the clothes came off, joy and laughter filled the room. Then the touches and kisses started. They were slow and deliberate as the misses became a part of the game that had become more than just a strip pool challenge. He became the most important thing in the room as I became his center of attention.

This wasn’t about winning or losing anymore.

It was about us learning to understand each other, the ebb and flow of more than the game, but our motions and how our energy was flowing. At some point, we had put on some music to fit our flow. It was my turn, and I was down to my undies and pants, and he came up behind me, putting his arms around me, offering to help me with the shot. That should have been a foul in this strip pool challenge.

I swatted him away, I was perfectly capable of making the shot on my own, but he was down to his socks and his boxers, and I think he wanted to show me how excited he was becoming because I could feel his cock was taking advantage of the space in his loose boxers. That’s when I decided decided to tease him a little bit more than I had been. I bent over that table low and sexy as I lined up the shot. He groaned.

He might be starting to regret this strip pool challenge.

I made the shot, and he groaned. I told him to take off the boxers, but he took off a sock instead. It was really on now. I made the next shot, too, but that only earned me his other sock. I was finally going for the 8 ball, and I guess he wasn’t playing around either. He grabbed my stick, set it down, and then turned me around.

These sparks couldn’t be denied any longer, and the balls on the table were no longer the balls he was concerned about. He dropped my pants and lifted me onto the table. The strip pool challenge was officially over.

Everything after that happened in a whirlwind of pleasure and release.  We burned all of that sexual energy that had been building all night.

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