Work had drawn it out of me this week. I needed to get out and have some fun. As I striped my cloths off I considered my options. I could call Emily and we could get together with the rest of the gang for drinks and what ever. Or I could go it alone and see what I could stir up. My third option was try someplace new, someone new and something new. I liked that idea.
The shower felt good, washing myself I indulged myself in a little playful touching and now I was horny. I decided on a pair of cut off shorts, they showed a lot of my ass and With no panties, my pussy lips were evident for anyone wanting a look.
The top was plain white loose fitting cotton with a big collar. No bra and a couple open buttons and I knew I was giving a show to any and all with the nerve to look.
My long tanned legs and tight ass, were enough to get a priest to look twice. The fact I was a 38D as well. My blonde hair and deep blue eyes set off my smooth skin. I decided to type the tails of the blouse up to show off my smooth flat belly.
The outfit complete, it was off to the adventure. I decided on a poolroom that I had past by but never stopped at. It was usually busy with cars out front. A good place to display my wares over the green felt of a pool table.
Standing at the bar I surveyed the tables. I was looking for the right table to ply my wiles when I saw him. He was wearing a cowboy hat that was the real thing. His faded Levi’s were worn low and his big belt buckle must have been his Saturday night special, I couldn’t believe he would wear that everyday. He was lean and well tanned like he worked outside all day. He was a little older than I liked but then the rest of the room was way to young for what I wanted.
Taking my bottle of beer I worked my way to a seat near the table he was playing. I put my coin up to get in the rotation. I was third in line, I wanted to see how good everyone was and who wanted to play against me the most. My money was on the cowboy.
When my turn came I racked the balls while the cowboy chalked his cue. He was eyeing my ass as I leaned over the table to make the rack good and tight. I could feel his eyes undress me, this was going to be easy. “What’s the bet?” I asked as I turned from the table to face his look of admiration. He wasn’t shy about looking me over; I liked that.
“We been playing for a beer, but I’d be willing to up the ante if you like.” He smiled with the look of confidence. “ What did you have in mine? “ he wanted to know.
I leaned over to whisper in his ear, “ How about we play to see who gets to eat first?” then licked his ear. His eyes became like two saucers. I thought he was gonna choke on his beer.
The game was over before it began. He miscued on the break and left me with three easy shots. Then on the fourth I left a shot just short of the pocket. It was a big mistake because he had recovered his composer and ran off six balls before missing. Then I left him on the rail with my ball blocking his shot. He made a good shot but it hit the eight ball and knocked it in the pocket losing the game.
He looked at me; “Well I guess I ‘m the lucky one where do I get the pleasure.” His grin filling his face. I had already noted that there no other ladies in the place so the choice was easy.