her back hit the wall hard enough to wrench a gasp from her lungs but she was way too far gone to notice. she had been hot for him since he walked up to her pool table and put down a marker, and she was pretty sure the feeling had already been mutual.
standing nonchalantly she had chalked her cue and waited while he racked the balls. with a smooth stroke she broke and scattered them everywhere. unfortunately none of them dropped and it was his turn.
she toyed with the string of the lace up bodysuit she was wearing with her skintight jeans while he surveyed the table. as he bent to shoot her breath caught in her throat. what a magnificent bottom, her fingers itched to squeeze it and leave fingernail furrows in it.
it had been a long time since she had reacted this easily to a man and she wondered where this evening would take her. he pocketed a ball and moved around the table again considering. she touched the very tip of her tongue to the corner of her lip and continued toying with the lace.
the lace that was hanging about an inch below her right nipple. he glanced at her and stopped a moment, mesmerized and it was his turn to catch his breath audibly. of course he missed and it was her turn.
she had her choice of shots, he had left her set up in several directions but she wandered a little anyway and gently nibbled her index finger as the ‘thought’ about what to do. mind made up she bent so that he was looking directly down the front of her bodysuit.
directly down the front of the truly evil bodysuit which only ever implied that she was about to fall out of it but never quite let her. his mouth opened on a soundless ooo as she took her time lining up the ball and getting her stance just right.
each time she moved even a little his eyes followed the edges of her shirt, the shirt that continued to hang just above her slowly stiffening nipples. eventually she made the shot and again wandered the table, this time twirling her hair a little and glancing over her shoulder at him.
there, just the thing, and she bent, presenting him with a perfect view of her bottom in all it’s skin tight denimed glory. she glanced behind her and saw him swallow visibly and sweat a little at his hairline.
she was relieved because she was desperately horny, the kind of horny that makes bad decisions, the kind that does pick up strangers in bars over a game of pool, the kind where that hot and chemically exploding man over there made you just want to drag him into an alley and fuck his brains out for about forty eight hours.
and not once would you feel the need to exchange names.
but she was getting ahead of herself.
his reaction has distracted her enough that she missed and he took his cue and began circling the table. bending over just in front of her he repositioned himself so that his thigh was brushing her leg, so she moved a little and rubbed their legs together. his breath sped a little and he twitched a little and somehow the ball went in the pocket. divine intervention most likely.
rounding the table he untucked his shirt to scratch his rib and flashed her some beautifully tanned abdominals and it was her turn to swallow audibly as her gaze fixed on his navel. she wasn’t sure she would hear a fire alarm right now she was so focussed on the beautiful stomach in front of her.
he released his shirt, not without a smile at her to tell her she was busted, and bent to shoot again. another ball dropped and he again rounded the table in her direction. as he walked by her he turned to face her back and slid across her body to get to his next shot.
she pressed herself back into him for a moment and swayed ever so slightly on her feet as he passed by to shoot. this time he missed, but she didn’t miss the growing bulge in his pants. taking the cue from him she lingered a moment, eyes raking his body and making no secret of the fact that they were wishing they had x-ray powers.
she slid her bottom past that bulge as she went to make a shot, bodysuit hanging dangerously low but never quite low enough. after pocketing the ball she paused a moment to discreetly tug a lace and then returned to shooting with her cleavage facing him.
this time the shirt gaped ever so slightly more and he was rewarded with the sight of her chest right to the edge of her aureola and a stiff nipple straining the fabric restraining it. when she stood from shooting he was there, behind her, and their bodies heaved for breath as they strained to touch each other more fully.
‘i wonder’ he drawled ‘what would happen if i tugged on this lace…?’
“did you want to find out?” she asked archly and settled her bottom against his straining erection.
‘absolutely’ he drawled and grabbed her hand to drag her in the direction of the back door … in the direction of but not to. he turned the corner leading to the back door and slammed her into said door. slammed her hard enough to wrench a gasp from her lips, a gasp he swallowed has he burned her lips with his.
a gasp that quickly turned to a moan as his hot lips trailed a path down her neck to her engorged nipple…
[part two arrives shortly]
