what might have been (for ciscoanon)

I'd swear they turned on the heat in here as I felt the flush come to my face. I knew she could feel my stick pressing into her and she sucked the lime from my mouth.

"I suppose it's your turn to shoot", she giggled

"Okay, now you're in for trouble." I take off my coat and loosen my tie ... taking a drag off a cigarette.

I line up or a shot then hesitate looking up at her, "How do you like the game so far?" ... "You ready to up the stakes a little ... like you setting up some kind of reward system if we can make three balls in a row?"
 
I watched him take the drag off cigarette and the image of licking an ash tray flicked through my mind. I turned my attention back to him as he offered to raise the stakes.

"Feeling a little cocky are we?" I smiled as I found a way to use the word cocky. The place was oddly quiet and I wondered how he had arranged it. "I was actually thinking more along the lines of what the loser should do for the winner." I gently pick up my cue stick and move to lean against the table, feeling my skirt shift as his eyes follow me. "Of course I'm open," I cross my legs and uncross them deliberately, "to anything you have in mind."
 
"Not Cocky, just playfull ... whether I win or lose, I am sure that I wouldn't mind the stakes!"

I watch as she temps me with her wares ... "... so anything goes, huh?"

I get a thoughtfull look on my face even tho I already know what I'm going to say. Times a wasting ... I can probably only have this room for another hour or so before the crowd begins to come in. Let's see how much she likes to play, the answer will definitely decide what and where we go later this evening.

"I feel a hot streak coming on so lets say an article of clothing per ball, and if we decide to go beyond clothing, that is to say, you don't have any clothes left besides panties, then it becomes request time in minute increments."
 
"I don't think there are enough balls on the table to remove all my clothing," I smile as he phrased it that I would be down to just my panties. "Unless you are thinking of multiple games," I attempt to ponder it. I had read his profile and knew he liked to play dangerously, sex in public places, that sort of thing. I could feel the rush of blood against my skin. I wasn't exactly adventurous, but neither was I against a little fun now and again.

"Request time in minute increments?" I murmured wondering how much he had thought about this little wager before setting me up. He had all the advantages, first shot, and a feel for the place. "I guess I'd have to say that if you still want to play pool when I'm in my panties, then I agree." I smile and watch him intently line up the shot. I debate the option of distracting him as I lean over the table.
 
Not one to argue an agreeable point, I line up and shoot. There was a reason I 'sounded' cocky. I could shoot pool, pretty darn well, actually pretty damn well. In my youth, I used to hustle the college kids for cash and drinks ... that is, until I became 'respectable'.

Now, it was time to call her bluff and see how far she was willing to go for fun.

Of course the first ball slammed into the hole, not even waiting for the sound to clear, I hit two more in. I hit the last one a little to hard and the cue ball didn't end up where I had planned on it to be ... I had to study the table for my next shot.

I looked up, "So, far you owe me 3 shots and 3 articles of clothing!"
 
"I thought it was one article of clothing if you made the run of three," I murmur as I go over to the shot glass and manage to down the required shots. My mouth was puckering as I undid my shirt and laid it over the bar stool. I slipped off my shoes and took off the silky camesuel I had worn under my shirt. "But if you insist." I smile wondering what he thought as his gaze locked on me. I had worn it on purpose, to give myself an extra boast, so to speak. The bra was black, trimmed in lace and had open nipples.
 
"Uhmm ... correction ... I am pretty sure I said an article of clothing per ball .. but if you think that is too daring a rule ... we could do it your way!"

You shook your head no as you swallowed your shots. Slowly undressing, revealing little bits of your body to my leecherous view.

"Well,now, it's nice to see under that pleasing exterior is a bit of a tawdry little vixen." I take a long drag off the cigarette and a couple big draughts of my drink. My gaze ran up and down her body relishing in her exposed flesh. Her nipples hard and protruding from what I imagined was excitement.

"You ready for some more?" I saw my path on the table and proceeded to hit in two more balls. As I aimed and shot the next ball, you bent over to pick something up from the floor, my eyes blinked from the table for only a second to watch but it was enough. The ball went wide and pocketed itself in the corner.

"Damn! .... Oh well, two more shots, two more items and a body shot for me!"
 
I smile, "I only have to remove clothes when you get three in a row." I smile as I somehow manage to down to more drinks and stand close to you for the body shot. "Besides I know you couldn't do a body shot if I removed my bra." I laugh slightly as I see how he keeps shifting his definition of the rules to remove my clothing. After he does the body shot I take my time to walk around table and see what he's left me with.
 
I smile "Yeah, I suppose you're right! But I'm pretty sure you're wrong about that Bra thing, I'm sure I'd find a way"

Now, I don't know how much punishment doing a body shot off her in her state of disrobement would be but damn the sacrifice. With instruments in hand I approached her. Leaning in I slowly ran my tongue around her neckline. After applying the salt, I handed her my shot. I placed the lime between her breasts.

I licked the salt from her and sucked the shot from her hand. Now, it was time for the lime. I took my time, letting it slip deeper and deeper into her cleavage, finally wrapping my tongue around it and sucking it into my mouth.

Afterwards, she walked around the table looking for a shot.
 
"Tease," I mutter as I finally line up a shot. I sink it and I know I play better when I'm drinking, something about relaxing. I debate the situation I've got three total sunk, he's got five. I'm not sure about the time factor as I gently tap a second ball in. The table does not look friendly to me and I attempt a tough shot and miss.
 
"Aww .. too bad ... I don't know if its just you but I'm definitely geting hot in here, I was hoping to take some clothes off ... Oh, Well ..." I flutter my eyes and grin

I line up my shots and kill both right after the other. I could feel a small buzz in the back of my head. I sit down, gettin ready for the body shot.
 
"I don't know about you, but I think the Tequila is getting to me." I murmur slowly pouring myself a shot and arranging it on the chair. I drink it much more slowly and I'm glad that I had a full lunch before we started this little game. He's got the eight ball left and I've got far too many to hit in, and I wonder what he'll ask for when he wins.
 
"Well, it looks like this might be my last up at bat!" I survey the table noting that I only have two balls left and then the eight ball.

"Y'know, we've never discussed what the winner gets ... what do you propose we do about that?"
 
"I suppose we could make a small side bet on winner. You definetly have the advantage, do you wish to see how willing I am or just want to finish off the game and get some air before this place fills up?"
 
"Winner gets to decide what we do for rest of afternoon/evening..." I pause and smile. "Sound reasonable?"
 
"I suppose that sounds fine ... not one for immediate gratification are we?" laughingly I answer.

"Might as well get this done and over with, so we can see what's next!"

I looked at the table and plotted my path, the first two balls went down easy. Now, it might have just been my cockiness, the booze, or just bad luck or maybe a mixture but somehow I mis-cued on the eight-ball shot. With a dull thunk the cue glances off the tip of the stick, striking the eight ball and falls into the side pocket.

"Damn it ... I scratched on the eight ball ... You win!"
 
I smile as the mishap and first thing I do is put my clothing back on. "Well I certainly wasn't prepared for that, perhaps you were intentional in your lose?" I arch an eyebrow. I can hear more noise beyond the doors and know our time alone is close to an end.

"Do you know of any quiet little spot we can relax at?"
 
"No .. I'd never lose on purpose ... personal rules and all that ..."

I Kill a couple more shots ... pick up my things and straighten myself up a little bit. I grab the bottle and the glasses.

"I'll be right back. I need to return these and settle the bill. You won, You Decide ... So What's next on our itinerary?"
 
Personally I was thinking of a shower, or maybe skinny dipping. It was late afternoon and I wondered where we could go, then I remembered that my hotel room had this great whirlpool tub in the room. I smiled at his return wondering if either of us were really in a state to drive. Luckily the traffic looked light as we headed out to his car.
 
She mentioned the whirlpool in her hotel room and the idea sounded great. She suggested that I drive since I knew the town a little better. We hopped in the car and headed back to her hotel. Even though the traffic was light in town, once we got on the highway traffic slowed to a crawl, there must have been and accident somewhere ahead. I threw my head back my fingers tapping at the wheel.

"Sorry about this, usually this is the fastest way ....", already my cock was becoming uncomfortable in anticipation of the hotel room and whirlpool.

Somehow you much have noticed my discomfort, suddenly I feel your hands slidding over my pants towards my zipper.
 
"How about we give you more room?" I suggest slyly as I undo the fly and slide the zipper down. I don't want to distract you too much and just let my fingers just barely touch the warm skin, letting them judge what I wasn't seeing even as the tip popped into view.

"I hope it doesn't take too long," I murmur unbuttoning my blouse and fanning myself.
 
"Your fingers lightly grazed the skin of my cock as you undid the zipper and reached in ... the touch unleased the anticipation and my cocked surged upward struggling for more freedom or possibly a better prision. With your other hand you undo a couple buttons on your blouse showing me much of your cleavage and a bit of bra. My cock begins to pulse in your hand, twitching to my ever increasing heartbeat.

"It probably won't, the traffic I mean, but I'm sure we can find some way of entertaining ourselves in the meantime"

I slide my hand behind her and begin to stroke the back of her neck.
 
"That's nice," I whisper as my fingers remain on your cock feeling it pulse, throbbing, and all for me. I stretch my neck feeling my breasts shift upward. I slowly undo my shirt not caring if the car next to us gets an eyeful as I feel the cool air graze my hard dark nipples.

"I can't wait to see you slide into the hot tub." I was thinking of you sliding into me.......but I felt you'd get the hint.
 
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