Hearing a distinct clicking and rolling noise, you look to the rec room and see Charlotte standing by the pool table. There are only a few balls left on the table, and with a few more misses than hits, she lands them all. Dressed in another one of her seemingly more revealing halter tops and pairs of cutoffs, she is quite the sight, her breasts heaving and swaying every time she lines up a shot. Although the pony tail hanging from the back of her head hangs down and obscures the view some, you can see almost all the way down her cleavage, even from a good distance. Your erection begins to grow almost instantly.
She looks up at you and smiles broadly, "Morning hon', sleep well?"
"About as good as could be expected," you say, "where are the others?"
"Well, you've slept like a log, we all got up and had breakfast, they went out to get some groceries for lunch since we have nil to eat here, since it's a couple hours to town and back one of us stayed behind to look after ya, so here I am," she says quickly.
"Well, gee, thanks," you say, "I haven't needed a babysitter for some time."
"Yeah," she says, finally noticing that you're standing around in your underwear. She sees your growing erection and pauses in mid-speech, then regaining composure, "nice digs, you going to walk around all day like that?"
"No," you say, finally noticing your condition, "I just got up, I thought I was alone."
"It's not that I mind really, looks like you've got something to be proud of," she jokes.
Looking down, you blush a bit. She continues, "No worries, they'll be back in a while. Wanna play some pool?"
You've had probably more experience playing pool in your life than you'd like to admit, spending hundreds of spare hours playing with the guys back at the dorm room, but this is different, this is playing against a beautiful and scantily clad woman. Still, you're groggy and not in the greatest of moods. Quickly, you come up with an excuse.
"Nah, not in the mood to beat a girl this morning," you say playfully.
"Come on, I play a good game, I'll make it hard on ya," she says, particularly accentuating the hard on remark.
"I doubt that, I've been playing for some time," you say.
She looks around for some reason and then says slyly, "How 'bout if I made it worth your while?"
"What?" you respond.
"Every time you score a ball, I'll take something off, I promise," she says, "so, are you up to it big guy?" |