I braided my hair into pigtails for that casual look and put on a pair of tiny denim shorts and a tight pink t shirt that showed my stomach a little. I put on a little mascara and some lip gloss and I was out the door, texting Kylie that I was on my way.
I had never been to this particular pool hall before and when we got there, I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't one of those seedy places. It was clean! And they had my favorite beer on tap. We grabbed a pitcher and a couple of glasses and took a table in the corner. It was dimly lit but not so dark like the usual pool halls I was used to.
Kylie had just broken up with her boyfriend and was on the prowl, and she kept pointing out all the cute guys in there. I was laughing at her horniness and checking out guys with her, getting a little buzzed and enjoying my time with her.
Then it started to get kind of crowded and a couple of guys ended up right next to our table. They had a pitcher of dark beer and were pretty cute. "Oh my god! They're so fucking hot!" Kylie whispered to me, walking by me to take her shot. I glanced over at them casually, trying not to stare too much. One of them in particular, was exactly my type. Dark hair and dark eyes. Kind of brooding. Our eyes met for a second and I quickly glanced away, taking a big gulp from my beer. I thought I saw him smirk a little as I turned my head.
We were playing 8 ball and kind of screwing around and not really taking it seriously when one of the guys came over to us. "Hey, we play each other like every time we play. We thought we would mix it up a little. Wanna play the winner?" Kylie and I looked at each other, her expression begging me to say yes so we can share the table and talk to them. "Next pitcher's on us?" The guy added smiling sweetly. How could I say no to that?
"Sure. Ok. We were just messing around anyway." I said to him and learned that his name was Peter. Kylie and I finished up our game, with me winning. And when I turned around to greet the guy who would be playing me, I smacked into that guy, the one who I had checked out earlier. "Hey..." I said kind of lamely, feeling off my game all of a sudden.
"Hey. I'm Josh." He said offering his glass as a toast. He had that same smile, the crooked knowing little half smirk playing around his lips.
"I'm Vanessa." I said to him, trying to regain my composure. "Can you break? I'm horrible at it." I told him, smiling up at him flirtatiously.
As we played, I couldn't help glancing at the way he handled the cue, his forearms flexing as he set up and took his shots. He looked really cute when he was concentrating too, his eyebrows kind of furrowed in the center. I kept picturing what it would be like to be in those arms, feeling those lips on my neck. I was pretty buzzed by this point and was starting to get a little bold. I made sure to bend over with my ass high in the air when I took my shots in front of him, giving him a perfect view of my ass cheeks peeking out through my shorts. My shorts were so short that I knew he could see glimpses of my white thong. When I took the long shots, I bent over the table so the t shirt rose up high, revealing my stomach and lower back to him. He coughed a couple of times when I did that and I smiled to myself, knowing I had him.
He was about to take a pretty hard shot and I sashayed over to his side while he was all concentrated and just as he was shooting it, I whispered, "You're pretty good with that stick there," into his ear. He flicked the cue up when I did that and totally missed his shot, much to my delight. I giggled and clapped my hands, my eyes twinkling at his. I saw a flash of something cross his face and then his face broke into an evil looking smile.
"Oh you like playing dirty huh?" He said to me, his dark eyes smoldering. I had to stop and catch my breath because he looked so damned sexy like that. As I walked past him to take my shot, he reached out for me as if to grab me around the waist but I sidestepped him, looking over my shoulder flirtatiously.
"You can look but you can't touch." I said to him teasing, and knew I had the control of the situation. I was feeling quite bold and stepped it up even more. He was taking his shot and I stood right behind the corner pocket that he was aiming for. I opened my leg and put my knee on the table so that the pocket was right where my pussy was, giving him a clear view up my shorts at my little white g string covering my now wet pussy. It was dark, but I saw his eyes widen and he actually audibly groaned. "Think you can get your balls in here?" I said to him, my teasing now merciless, having the control and loving it. When he straightened up and looked up from my open legs to my face, I licked the side of the beer glass I had in my hand, deliberately, as if licking a hard cock. I laughed at the expression on his face and turned to put my glass down on the table. He was at me in seconds. He was behind me, his arm going around my waist and on top of my hardened nipple.
"You think you can pull that kind of crap and get away with it?" He whispered into my ear. I just laughed at him again and he kind of grunted, shocked at how daring I was being. He roughly put his hand down the front of my shorts and into my panties, his finger running down my wet slit. "Oh my god...you're soaking wet." He said stunned. I gave a low moan when his finger found my wet hole and pushed inside of it, curling his finger as if to pull me into him. I ground my ass against his pants, feeling his hard cock through his pants. "See what you did?" He asked when he felt me feel him.
We were facing the table and looking away from the rest of the place and had no idea if anybody could see us or not. It was thankfully dark and I could still hear Kylie playing with Peter. I threw my head back against his chest and his lips were at my neck, lightly kissing and nibbling along the length of my neck. He kept fingering me, pushing in and then pulling out and circling my clit as it came out of hiding and was begging for some attention. I was feeling weak at the knees and I could feel how wet I was around his finger. He pulled his finger out of me and stuck it in my mouth, telling me to taste myself. "Look how wet you are you little slut." He said to me and I felt my pussy gush even more at his words.
I licked his finger up and down and then sucked it, flicking my tongue around as if to show him how I suck cock. I could see him visibly crumble, his eyes urgent now with need. He turned and did a quick survey of the situation. Nobody was paying us any attention. "Hotel California" was playing loudly on the jukebox and Kylie and Peter were laughing and not even looking in our direction. He propped me up on the stool and stood in front of me, shoving my t shirt up so that my small tits came bouncing out of it, no bra and nipples hard from exposure. He twisted and flicked them, making me bite my lip to keep from yelping.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock without taking his pants off. It was hard and thick and looked so juicy I had to taste it. I got down on the ground, kneeling so that the pool table was hiding me, and licked the tip of his cock, swirling it around and sucking at the pre cum that was oozing out of his dick. He put his hand in my hair, grabbing my pigtail and wrapping it around his hand, guiding me gently up and down the shaft of his cock. I licked my hand and wrapped it around his cock and jerked him while I lightly sucked and licked at his balls that was hanging just out of his pants. "Oh fuck." He gasped and pulled me up almost roughly by my hair until I was sitting on the stool again. Then he pushed my shorts to one side along with the tiny thong I had on, and slammed his cock inside me, the whole thing, all at once. I was engorged and sopping wet but it still took the breath out of me and I gasped into his chest, feeling his hardness widening my pussy walls.
He kind of stood like that for a while. "Your pussy feels fucking perfect around my cock." He said looking down at me and holding my face by my chin. "You hot little slut. Your pussy is so wet. I don't think I'm gonna last long." He said, sheepishly and I just laughed at him. I grabbed his ass and pulled him towards me, I wanted all of his hot dick. All of it. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, letting him know how much I wanted him to fuck me. He slowly pumped his cock in and out of me, the whole time, fingering at my swollen clit, stopping and letting me know that he was too close to coming. "You're making me crazy." He said, burying his face on the top of my head, his voice muffled by my hair. And I could feel myself getting close when he said that, his fingers working my clit, rolling it around gently, using the wetness oozing out of my pussy.
I came as quietly as I could, burying my face into his chest and moaning as my legs went stiff and my back arched and I could feel the orgasm from deep come gushing out of me, my pussy getting tight and the wetness rushing out from inside. I grabbed his ass tightly as I came, and I could feel his entire body tighten and then felt his hot cum splashing the inside of my pussy, coating me. He groaned like an animal, his mouth hot next to my ear, and I shuddered at the sheer sexiness of it.
He pulled out and tucked his cock back into his pants and I took napkins off the table and wiped the outside of my soaking pussy, his cum already starting to drip out of me. "You ok?" He asked me sweetly, and I nodded at him, unable to keep a stupid satisfied grin off my face. When we looked over at Peter and Kylie, they were just talking, completely oblivious to what had just happened. "Come on, I still owe you an ass kicking." He said, slapping my ass and grabbing his cue.