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in the fictionalized version of the pool game ending, i would find a way to gently graze his erection while reaching for the cue. he would come up behind me and press it at my ass while i bent over to line up the shot. i would mess up the shot and he would get a chance to tighten the game, i would line up my crotch with the hole he was aiming at and adjust my bra with one hand while drawing a sightline with my hand, to the hole and then up off the table to my hole. with a wink he bends over, rapid jerking of the cue and just barely holding the aim, sends the ball flying toward the aimed path. I back up half a step, and respond to the cracking sound of making contact with a pelvic thrust backwards.
as he comes around the side of the table, i notice a more erect cock in profile, and a drop of moisture where the mushroomed tip pressed against the professional pants he had been teaching in just hours previous. i raised my arm to adjust my cardigan and noticed rock hard nipples poking through my thin bra and visible through the tank top. with a quick look over his shoulder at the staff area to the left he leans in to block view of my body, whispers ‘it’s a shame the place is packed tonight’, and quickly squeezes the left boob, pinky and thumb trailing at the nipple as he turns back around to frame up the next shot, since surprisingly that last tease wasn’t enough to distract from landing a perfect corner pocket shot
i felt in need of another drink, so on the way back to my beer on the other side of the table i offered a reciprocating squeeze to his left ass cheek that was framed so perfectly by these adult pants – on a campus of exam time sweatpants, fashion in employed research professionals is appreciated.
This time, distracted by my ass walking on by, he misses the shot, which means I needed to get the single cue from him. we meet halfway on the edge of the table, much closer than needed to hand over a 5ft rod.
he says with a laugh ‘i had no hope of making that last shot, your ass grab made me jizz in my pants and i lost my aim. your turn.’
i whispered in return, ’let’s hope i’m not too wet to make this shot, i might slip on my pussy juices from aching to have that throbbing cock inside me. but i also really want to beat you at pool.’
He let go of the pool cue into my left hand and smiled a calculating grin before guiding my other hand from my side to his crotch.
Intuitively my fingertips cupped the balls while the palm found the moisture from the head and slowly massaged, leaning into the hardened warmth. As I felt it twitch in response I squeezed once more as if to say ‘more to come’ and spun around to make this next shot. it was in a complicated position best suited for a side pocket. I hopped up on the edge of the table and guided with my left hand. after successfully nudging the intended ball in, i didn’t immediately hop off the table, but instead realized the cue ball had gone in too. i motioned ‘down’ to my game partner that he’d have to pick it up from the open ball return area. on his way to reach for it, he took advantage of my position facing the empty wall of the bar and pulled down one side of my shirt to suck on a nipple, reach up to my leggings to feel the wetness that had developed. his moistened fingers trailed up and out of my waistband then stuck one in his mouth as if licking off some ketchup or fry salt from earlier, but with a mischievous grin that said otherwise. I wanted him to go down on me right there and then but there was still a moderate crowd at that time in the evening.
with his free hand picked up the cue ball to place back on the table.
presenting it with three fingers like a tripod, he winks, kisses the ball for good luck, and set it on the table with a quick calculation for making the next shot with this advantage of my ‘error’. with just a few short bursts of successful aims, the game was soon over, in my favour but a close near-tie.
he leaned in to place the cue on the table and with the other hand gently resting on mine at the edge of the green said, ‘i still have some work to do in my lab, but it’s kind of busy there right now, what’s your office like this time of day?’
‘usually pretty empty’
‘i’m still a bit buzzed, and you had one more than me, you sure you want to play with this right now?’
‘i’ve been aching to play with you for months’ i said with a wink and a laugh that was a playful release to the last few months of teasing.
‘well then, i’ve got some head that needs to be taken care of with your tongue. please swallow the foam. pay extra attention that you tip appropriately.’
i grinned at the consecutive cheesiness he allowed, for how it livened up the bartender banter. that power dynamic with embedded in the flirtation – it led to some great almosts in the past…
i grabbed my sweater and bag from the chair and suprisingly had more than enough cash on the table to cover what i owed for beer and half the fries and he put his jacket on with one hand shyly in a pocket and the other confidently in my ass pocket, letting me guide him out of the exit back to the open air of campus. when we got outside he looked a bit nervous that someone would see him. we walked about a foot apart for the 50m to the door of my building. Since we had to get up a few flights of stairs, and go relatively unnoticed considering what were were planning to get up to, I said he should take the stairs all the way to the top on one side, opposite the door, so it would give me a couple of seconds head start to open the door and make sure the coast was clear.
It was empty, thankfully, and only usually had visitors when they were class related – open door office hours. but by the time we each met at the top of the stairs the door couldn’t have opened and shut faster, to make sure no one accidentally walked in, and if they did there would be a clatter of keys first.
with a moment to take in the haphazard collage of decorations, books, and computers, he quickly returned gaze back to me while removing his jacket and shoes. I dropped my items near my desk, turned on a desk light instead of the main overheads (to further pretend no one was in the room), and began undoing his belt as I walked back to him at the central table. he leaned in for an earnest kiss on the lips, wrapped his arms around my waist and guided us in a spontaneous dance over to a spot in the room where i could be seated/reclined on the table. Not quite a sweep of clearing the desk, but ultimately more respectable to keep things quick and quiet. jumping right in with a hand quickly down the front of my leggings he massaged my wet pussy to the rhythm of our quick tango while the other hand helped remove each leg of the thin leggings. I kicked them off to the side. Once his hand was less restricted the tango became a waltz as we maintained eye contact and it really hit me that we were both so into this, justifying all the glances from the past two months. With this excitement brewing, I was especially focused on the top button of his pants, i could tell they were limiting movement of the bulging cock underneath. i pulled his belt ends like handles directing him forward to me so i could feel the bulge for myself outside his boxers while dropping his pants to his ankles. There was slight wetness still from earlier, the head was more erect, tenting the otherwise loose fabric with a 5 1/2” sturdy mast. it bounced out of the boxer briefs as he took his playful fingers away from my aching, wet pussy to pull down the waistband and prepare the condom with the lube from my excitement. I got a quick look before he gave it a few pumps, slipped the condom on and placed a finger next to my panties to keep them to one side. I reclined backwards against the pole in the centre of the oddly designed room, and adjusted so his angle of entry would work for both of us. He teased the tip against my widening pussy hole and stroked it with my juices before easing in slowly, checking it felt ok, then building to a few careful, sensitive thrusts upwards a few times. i felt the hard, girthy head press against my labia but not immediately welcomed by my hips.
‘i might need a little help from your tongue’; try to guess the secret password…’ motioning toward my pussy as I had done only hours previously at the pool table. i traced my hand up and pulled my thong off, tossing it aside to where my leggings were.
with his dick jerking in hand he dropped to his knees and began massaging my clit with his thumb before letting his tongue take over. soon he was lapping up juices as they dripped out of my excited labia lips. with his tongue spelling out the alphabet and two fingers massaging my g-spot i was close to squirting so i managed to say between moans, ‘i want you inside me right now, let me come on your dick’
he bounced up, fingers still maintaining rhythm, and looked me in my eyes as he guided his swollen cock down my mound and to the slit opening. my cunt was still pulsing from the orgasms brought on by the tongue but as soon as he penetrated me right down to his tender balls, i released everything we had teased out for months.
with each continued movement in and out i felt the ripples of the orgasm crash into each other, i felt his whole body shake as warm cum filled the condom inside me. with a few more coordinated movements i came one more time and my leg shook so violently it dropped from the table over the side, and i pressed it against his leg, braced but weakened by the orgasm.
There was a yoga mat nearby that i walked over to, thinking i could sit and clean up; but before i could get comfortable he pulls me around and has me stand over him so my dripping pussy could be on his lips once more. with just a few well placed kisses to the tender area i came once more. trying not to make sound i grabbed his shoulders tightly, and the desk in front of me. ultimately i leaned forward onto a chair when my knees gave way.
his erection was raging once again, from edging me to complete release and having a moment to recover from removing the first condom. i reached out and put on a new condom where the previous one had been and rewarded it for a quick return with a deep throat and ball massage.
We both had things to do that evening, but now that this was happening we didn’t want it to stop. he sat on the edge of a desk and turned me around so i was facing the same direction, i bounced up and down on his dick while he cupped both of my boobs in his hands. the nipples were so erect, through the layer of shirt and bra still on. they were so eager to be on display so i slipped my hand under his and guided the bra strap off my shoulder before tracing back to my rounded breasts and making sure his hand was supporting the now exposed half before removing mine to handle the other side in a similar way, i felt the boner twitch inside of me. in that moment I thought of all the hugs we’d shared in simpler days when he would have enabled my being too drunk and he reciprocated an especially long chesty hug that others were not getting, this was the reward for previous restrained/good behaviour
he gripped the flesh of my D cups with both hands, while thrusting into my pussy, a loud slapping rhythm started to echo in the tall ceilings and I burst out laughing. ‘oh shit, someone’s gonna hear!” – i whisper, giggling
‘what, you don’t want anyone to know you’re fucking the bartender?’ he says with a wink and a chuckle
‘I mean to some it wouldn’t be a total surprise.. given the way we’ve been acting lately and the stories I’ve told them…’ i mimic his wink and booty dance from that one time we all ended up at the bar on the weekend. Just one of the few opportunities we were presented with already to take this next step.
‘you are such a tease. no one responds to my antics quite like you.’ with that he reached down with one hand to feel my clit and his dick pounding my pussy at once, massaging my mound with his palm – all the right tricks…
with that, those antics made my legs weak for real, and i push my g spot into his throbbing dick sending us both into indescribable ecstasy for a moment. time stops. his knees buckle for a moment and has to take his hand off my clit to steady himself then wrap it around my waist as he slides out with a slick *pop* and pulls the condom off to cum. as he works the base to tip in a well-practiced jerk off he hums to the tune.. ‘hey J,do you want a free shot? ..hah’
i turn around and in my laugh try to be sexy ‘i’ve been wanting this kind of shot for months’ and flash him a knowing smile. he looks surprised but pleased to hear confirmed while totally on the edge of a huge orgasm.
I kneel down on the yoga mat and lick my lips while reaching under to massage his balls. He twitches, and sends the first stream of cum into my mouth. ‘8 ball, corner pocket!’ i laugh and gag at the warm salty semen dripping out of my mouth. i grab a nearby napkin to wipe it off and mutter ‘how dare you haha’ ‘still upset i won?’
‘i think we’re both winners here.’ as i dove in to suck off the dripping cum and help produce some more with a hand cupping his balls like i’ve seen him hold empty glasses.
‘you’re always up for more. i love that.’
with one final burst he drains his balls in my mouth and I swallow it all with gag and a smile. Straightening up, he relaxes into the post, and extends a hand to pull me closer into a hug. I follow his eyes the whole time, getting nearer to his face I realize I want to kiss him but so much cum was freshly in my mouth. I lean over and around him with a kiss on the cheek ( a throwback to previous less bold days), as I grab my water bottle from my desk next to us. with a quick gulp, gargle, and swallow, I look up to him smiling at me with a caring grin. before i can initiate further, he leans over and guides my lips open to tongue my teeth with the same wildly gentle energy as with my pussy lips. i can still taste my juices on his lips, sending another wave of warmth through me. I feel his dick flicker again against the inside of my leg. all desires fighting against rational thought and evening schedules. i collect some juices from my freshly ravaged pussy and stroke him back to a chubby boner while giving one long kiss where I think i tasted some of the rickards from earlier still on his tongue. he reciprocated and then some, alternating lips to focus on, brief pauses, lingered, traced my teeth and pulled away just enough to take a breath and gaze into my eyes in the way he does so well. His whole lower body was still melted into mine we were so close.
I took a step back from what could continue into a very long makeout session, to readjust my nipples so he had a good view of these perky boobs stealing the show, and positioned them around his slow jerking motions up and down. this soon produced another burst of cum dripping from the head that I sucked off until i couldn’t hold it in my mouth anymore and swallowed before giving the shrinking dick a few light kisses. He pulled the briefs back up and continued to work on the bulge slowly, taking care of the partial chub that remained. Seeing how turned on he still was, i bent over to pick up my leggings and panties that had been kicked off.
Purposefully exposing my throbbing pussy to his view long enough prompted an ass grab on each cheek and a tongue tickle from taint to each outer lip in a swirl as his hand reaches in to flick my aching clit. I bucked backwards and forced his tongue deeper and spontaneously came with a small squirt before standing up and beginning to put on my bottoms. he guided the soft lace of my thong up each leg and snapped the elastic back around my hips before holding my ass cheeks and trailing his fingers down each leg. I patted my mound while motioning for him to stand up so i could taste myself on his lips again.
He was quick to affirm and respond, with a deep, giving kiss, communicating months of tension. ’Thanks for that release. you make me so horny every time i see you, but that pool game was something else’
‘I was about to say the same thing, how did i get so lucky?’ I say as I lift my bouncing boobs back into my shirt and pull my leggings back on.
he was putting his pants on, slowly figuring out the button and zipper while gazing over at me with a smirk as I looked like a flamingo perching to get the legs on properly, ’you made the move. i wasn’t sure were were going to get to do that redo game after we last talked about it. i was nervous about asking you out without people around. y’know, to keep this from happening, because i so badly wanted to see what would happen… I’ve got some stuff to think about with S. This trip might be a bad idea…
‘I think whatever is meant to happen will, in this case. It’s something that needs to play out naturally. don’t let me come in the middle.’
‘unless…. she might be able to forgive me if i let her join next time. you’d be a great middle for us I think.’
‘actually i have thought about her too, i’d love to snack on her pussy if you’re fucking me from behind.’
‘she’s mentioned you. I think this could be arranged. I don’t want this to have to end. did i guess the password right?’
“yes, you did, you monkey ;)”
“well i’d prefer you over *our* beer any day”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lojcrt/pool_game_with_bartender_offhours_22_fictional