Playtime at the Pool Hall

In an attempt to procrastinate, she stood at the bottom of the staircase debating whether he was more nervous in that moment or the first time she stood at the bottom of those stairs. They were two different cases of nerves. The first time, three months ago, she stood at the base of these stairs she was about to attend her first munch ever. She was never good with a group of people she didn't know. She always was self-conscious. This time, this time she stood at the base of the steps for a completely different reason.

It should be easy. He wasn't a stranger. She had been talking to him for three months. She had met him twice. It wasn't like she was meeting him for the first time. However, this time, they were meeting under a different pretense. This time they were meeting as dominant and submissive, not two kinky people getting to know one another.

She closed her eyes and willed herself to take the first step. Opening them, taking a deep breath, she began to ascend the stairs. Her entire body was flush; she could feel the heat radiating from the apex of her thighs up through her stomach, over her chest, to her face. Her cheeks, she could feel their redness.

She had dressed as he requested. Her top was tight and low-cut. A deep V revealed her ample 38D breasts. Her skirt was loose and flared, flattering her hourglass figure. She wore a shelf bra and no panties to match. She had shaved earlier that day, and was very aware of her bare sex. Her heels were a bit higher than she was used to wearing, four inches. However, it made her legs look fantastic.

Normally, she did not dress so proactively. As a heavier girl, she didn't believe she could get away dressing sexy. However, she did enjoy following directions. As she stared at herself in the mirror before she left her house, she felt both exposed and obedient. Both left her a bit moist between the thighs.

As the front desk of the billiard hall came into view her heart sunk when she didn't see him. For a brief moment she thought maybe she had been played for a fool. Perhaps he wasn't even there. Perhaps he had set her up just to mock her for showing up.

She turned her head to see him seated at a booth to her left, at the top of the stairs. Relief washed over her and her face turned red with embarrassment and anticipation. He smiled warmly at her from his seat.

His eyes drank her in, scanning from the top of her head down to her feet as she approached him. Raising his hand, using his index finger, he motioned for her to turn. She slowly did as he asked; her skirt flared a bit with the motion. Her heartbeat quickened, as she realized he was inspecting her. Apparently it had begun already.

"You look lovely."

"Thank you."

"I wonder how many of my instructions you followed."

She bit her lower lip and looked around. There were a group of four twenty-something's standing around a table chatting while they shot pool on the other side of the staircase. Another pair at another table intently stared at the balls scattered over the felt.

When her eyes returned to him he raised his eyebrow. She let out a low whine and could feel her anticipation climbing. She wanted to tell him that she did everything that he asked. She wanted to show him. However, being so public she was terrified and that was driving her arousal more.

"Well?"

"All of them." She admitted.

He motioned for her to take a seat across from him. Thankful for the reprieve, her admission that she had did as he asked left her feeling as though there were a spotlight on her. It was as if she had walked into the room and everyone knew she was following his directions. It was foolish, and she knew this, but it still felt that way.

"Lean a bit forward." He instructed with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

She gulped and looked around. The people that were in the establishment were very engrossed in their games. It was like she wasn't even there. However, she still felt as though they were watching her. In reality it was only his eyes on her, and they were the only eyes that did truly matter.

Taking a deep breath she did as he asked. In doing so, her shirt fell open a bit, exposing her bright pink shelf bra and the ample cleavage it had produced. She watched as his eyes purposely lowered from her light blue eyes down to her breasts. She felt him ogling her and squeezed her thighs together.

Normally, she wore a padded bra. This was because she hated the idea that her nipples would show. However, he had requested she wear a thinner bra. When he nodded at her, she leaned back and her hardened nipples were on full display. There was no way to hide them with the thing materials of her bra and shirt covering them. His smile grew.

"I think I need to attend to something behind the counter. Come."

He shifted himself out of the booth and began to walk toward the counter. A bit confused she slowly followed behind him. He stopped in front of the register, and began to fumble with some paperwork. She stood beside him a bit confused.

Taking her wrist, he tugged her up against his large body. Without looking at her, his hand released her wrist, slid down her back, over her ass and he gave it a light tap. She sucked in a deep breath; a flutter in her stomach matched the tingle in her clit. His hand began to make circles over her ass, lightly rubbing her flesh under the skirt.

He lowered his face to her ear, keeping his eyes out to the customers. "Bend at the waist; rest your elbows on the counter like a good girl."

Blushing, the term good girl was like a trigger word. Her entire body tingled and she shivered ever so slightly. Pushing her ass into his hand he gave her a firm squeeze and she bit her lip trying not to make a sound, she lowered her body and rested her elbows on the counter. She knew that her shirt was now draped in such a way; anyone walking up the steps would see her bra and cleavage. The feeling of being exposed filled her and her sex began to drip between her thighs.

He patted her ass affirming his approval of her obedience. She felt the skirt beginning to climb the back of her thighs. He was using his fingers to pull it up. She was not wearing any panties. She was about to be truly exposed. Her heart raced and she looked at him pleading. She wasn't sure what exactly she was pleading for: mercy or for him to continue.

He merely smiled down at her as her skirt went higher and higher behind her. Soon the cool air of the pool hall tickled her backside. She closed her eyes and lowered her head. The heat between her legs had grown exponentially. His fingers tickled her ass cheeks briefly before the skirt fluttered back down.

"Good girl for listening." He whispered in her ear again.

She gulped, turning her face toward his. He was referring to her not wearing panties as he instructed. "Thank you."

A man in his forties climbed the stairs and she sucked in his breath. She froze in place. He had commanded her to remain this way. She was exposing herself to this man. It was lurid. The older man approached the counter, caring tube with a strap in his hands. His eyes met hers briefly. She blushed as his brown eyes went down to her breasts. She whined audibly and her companion chuckled next to her.

She remained in this position while her companion spoke with the man briefly about the tables and upcoming tournaments. The man was then directed to his table. One more glance at her chest before he nodded and went to his table.

Her companion's large hand went into her hair. He stroked her blondish locks adoringly. Then he gripped a fistful at the base and tugged hard enough for her to get the point but not hard enough for anyone else to realize what she was doing.

"Did you enjoy giving him a show?" He whispered as he nuzzled against her ear.

"Yes."

"Good, I did too."

He tilted her head away from him briefly. Her breath was quicker, shorter breaths. He kissed her neck, the sensitive crook, and then released her. The longing in her body shocked her at first. She was unbelievably turned on and he had barely touched her in a sexual manner.

"Back to the table." He directed.

Once the approached the table, he motioned for her to slide into the booth first. She slid on the side he was previously seated. He scooted next to her and when their bodies touched she felt a zing throughout her body.

He crossed his arms and she gasped. His fingers were discreetly stroking her hardened nipple. She looked around wondering if anyone else could see. The fortyish man, from before, eyed her and nodded when they met eyes. She quickly lowered her eyes and looked to the table. Her sex pulsed with each pass his finger made over the nubbin of her breast.

"Spread your legs."

She hesitated only for a moment. He pinched her nipple hard and she let out a low yelp. No one could hear her over the music he had playing since they were on the other side of the room. Blushing, she did as he asked, opening her legs as much as she could in the booth.

His fingers left her breast and his right hand landed on her thigh. His left hand was on top of the table holding a large red glass. Her own hands were on the table nervously fumbling with her phone. Her skirt, she felt him inching it up further and further.

Again she closed her eyes; her arousal was higher than it ever had been in her life. She was seated in a booth, wearing no panties, legs spread, and he was about to find out just how wet she was. She wasn't sure if she should be as ashamed of this as she was. However, it turned her on more than she ever wanted to admit.

Once her skirt was lifted to his liking his hand slid down her inner thigh. Her awareness of his hand was heightened by her feelings of exposure and her primal need for him to touch her. She realized she was holding her breath anticipating him touching her.

She let out a low moan as soon as his fingers made contact. The tip of his middle finger began to graze the moist, puffy, outer lip of her sex. She licked her lips and tried to control her breathing as he pushed his finger forward, deeper.

She held onto her phone tightly when his fingers began to explore her wetness. He used one digit slowly stroked her outer lips. He stroked her slit, teasing her. She couldn't control it; a louder moan came from her.

He leaned into her. His breath was hot on her ear, her skin, her neck, and she moaned louder closing her eyes. She was shutting out the world around her and focusing on the sensations. She focused on his fingers as they pressed into her, finding her inner lips, sliding in her wetness. She focused on his warm breath causing tingling throughout her skin, teasing her, she was so aware of him. She could feel him pressing against her. She wondered if he was as hot as she was.

"So wet." He commented in her ear before he bit her lobe lightly.

"Yes." Her husky response was all she could muster.

His amused chuckle in her ear sent a shiver down her spine. She scooted lower in the seat, pushing her hips forward. She was offering herself to him for further exploration. Her reward was his fingers finding her clit. The breath was caught in her throat as he began to tease, press, and rub the bundle of nerves that controlled her sexual desires.

"What did I find?"

Her legs trembled slightly as he continued to stroke her sex, paying particular attention to her clit. She breathed heavily, panting almost. Removing his hand briefly from her sex she whimpered.

His large hand covered hers, and guided it down to his thigh. His full erection was pressed against his thigh. Her hand covered it and his returned to her sex. It was clear that he wanted her to attend to him as much as he was attending to her.

Lightly she squeezed the hardness against his thigh through his pants. His fingers slid between her folds and found the opening to her sex. He circled the desperate opening and began to whisper to her.

"When we close, you are going to kneel and take me in your mouth. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

She had never wanted an establishment to close more than she had in that moment. She slid her hand over the full length of his erection as his finger pushing into her. She let out a loud moan in a sigh and closed her eyes. She didn't care in that moment who could hear her or who could see her. She just wanted more, she wanted him to continue.

"You are going to take me deep in your throat, in the middle of the floor."

"Yes."

His finger pushed in deeper and she groaned. Her own hand squeezed him. He let out a groan of his own.

"Then I am going to lay you on the table over there." He nodded toward a table with blue felt to their right. "I am going to lay you on your back, drape your head over the edge, and I am going to fuck your throat."

"God yes!" Louder this time. She couldn't control her need, her lust for him.

He pushed a second finger inside her. She wiggled her hips and stroked him more. She wanted to release his cock. She wanted to start the game sooner. She wanted him then right there.

"The question is will I shoot it down your throat, over your beautiful tits, or on your face?"

His thumb pressed against her clit and it was like a white shock through her body. Her eyes opened wide and she couldn't see. He pressed and rubbed. Her body shook a bit and she squeezed the spongy head of his cock through his pants.

"You would look so pretty decorated with cum. You will drive home like that won't you? Wearing my cum?"

"Yes!"

She said it louder than she had intended. However, she paid no mind if anyone had heard her. She just rocked her hips in time with his fingers sliding in and out of her. She was about to cum. She was about to explode in the presence of people who, she assumed, had no idea that she was being fingered and teased by someone she barely knew.

"Good girl."

And she was done. He pushed her over the edge with that compliment. He pushed her right over the edge as his thumb pressed hard against her clit, and his fingers were buried deep inside her. He wiggled them enough to stimulate her g-spot. Through gritted teeth she groaned while her body shook. She rode her orgasm to completion sitting in the booth beside him while her sex clenched tightly around his fingers.

Proudly, with a smug smirk on his face, he withdrew his fingers from her sex. Gasping a bit, suddenly acutely aware of where she was, she watched him suck his glistening fingers into his mouth. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment with what she had just extremely aware that she was in public.

"You are delicious."

She groaned and wanted to run. She wanted to get as far from this as possible. His eyes sparkled; she wondered if he could read her mind in that moment.

Tucking a freshly sucked finger under her chin he raised her face to his. Gently, he planted a kiss on her lips. It was tender it was sweet, and it soothed her. She closed her eyes and welcomed the affection.

Running a clean finger over her nose after their kiss he smiled at her. "Don't worry. You will reciprocate in about an hour."

With that he pushed her skirt down, and slid himself out of the booth. He approached the counter. Her eyes followed him. The group of twenty-something's were snickering at her as he approached the counter to ring them up. She hung her head, she was sure they knew.