Pool

You sit there, alone at the bar. Looking around the sea of unfamiliar faces. I watch as you look once again at your watch. Seeing the frustrated you so obviously feel, as a wave of anger washes over you. You hurriedly stand and pull your jacket from off the back of the seat. I have been waiting for this moment. "On the house", I say as I place the drink in front of you. You give me a look that is filled with suspicion, and I smile at you attempting to disturb your frustration. You seem slightly disarmed and I ask you who your day has been. The remaining opening hours pass as between serving customer I manage to find time to chat to you. Soon it is late and I gently guide the last of the punters out of the door and lock the door. Looking back at you I can see you still sat on the chair. "Fancy a game of pool?" I ask. "Sure" you respond. I watch as you saunter across the bar towards the pool table. Picking up the pool cue you suggestively chalk it. I find myself unconsciously licking my lips. I set up the balls, it seems from your lack of urgency that perhaps you don't know how to do it. I then tell you that it is you must break. Walking around to the other side of the table you take a weak shot, but my eye is drawn more to the clear view of your cleavage that I get as you lean forwards - trying not to stare, but not wanting to look away. I pretend to be looking at the TV as I switch it to one of the MTV channels. You stand in front of me and once again get ready to take your shot. But it is obvious you are going to mess it up and I know that I have to help you. I set forwards and grab your hand whilst offering to help you. I lean by body against yours. Even through our clothing I can feel the warmth of your body against mine. Leaning still closer I can smell the subtle perfume you are wearing. I can feel your ass against my crotch as you slightly arch your back. I feel overwhelmed with a deep desire for you. I lean close to your ear and whisper that you need to take it slowly, moving with smooth gentle movements. Neither of us move. We both seem locked in a moment. Both strangely aware of the uncomfortableness of the situation and neither of us wanting to move. Moving my face still closer I kiss you on your ear lobe. You tilt your head back almost imperceptably and sigh. A sigh that encourages me to continue as I work my lips down your chin. I allow my hands to drift up your arms, before sliding down your body to your hips. Our bodies now pressed tightly against one another. In one deft move I spin you around. I kiss you forcefully and I am surprised that you kiss me back with equal passion. Your hands claw at my back pulling me closer. More aggressive. I sweep the balls away before I forcefully I push you back against the so that you are lying against the green fabric. Your hair tumbles over the pool table, send me into a wave of passion. My hands slide down your thighs, prizing them apart. I slide them still higher. Fingers sliding inside your panties, they are already moist. I pull them manfully to one side. Your hands grab at the bulge in the front of my trousers. Stroking my manhood through the fabric of my jeans. It is almost painful as I feel myself pressed against the tight denim fabric. You almost seem to read this as you allow your hands to unfasten the belt and begin to unbutton the jeans. I the waste band to my jeans and tug them down manfully. "You want this?" I whisper as I lean close to you. You don't respond and I take that as a positive side. I line the head of my cock up with your pussy. I pause for an instant and my hand grabs for the remote control that lies on the side of the table. There is a brief look of confusion as I fumble throught the channels. For an instant I stop at a football game and I see a look of frustration building inside you. But then I change the channel once more. Suddenly the TV explodes with the image of a couple fucking on a sofa, it is one of the porn channels. My cock quivers with excitement and I thrust powerfully inside you. My entire strentght going into that first thrust. Almost as it I am trying to split you in two. I feel your legs wrapping around me, behind my back. Pulling me closer. Leaning and arching my pack to get the perfect angle as your ankles move higher up my body, deepening the penetration. The room is filled with the sounds of moaning and fucking as the TV intermingles with the sounds of our passion. You pussy is now deliciously wet, dripping all over the pool table. It is so fucking tight. I feel ever squeeze that you make. Fuck me I beg. As the actors on the screen scream in exagorated pleasure I find my cock exploding deep inside you as I feel your tight pussy quivering all around me.