Wednesday Sex Talk - The One Night Stand

When I was not quite 21, I had only been with 2 guys. Not that it was a bad thing, but always having been the inquisitive child, I was wanting to know what other guys were like out there. I was already into the online circuit (this was before internet was popular, but that will be another post) and I was the best at "hotchatting". I could get even the fastest two-handed typist guy typing with one hand in just a couple of minutes. And I was quite proud of that.

One guy I was exchanging emails with wanted to meet me in person. Turns out, he only lived a few streets away and apparently one night as he was driving by my street, he had peered into my bedroom window while I was working out and liked what he saw. I suppose I should have thought that was creepy, but I found it to be flattering.

I didn't have much experience with dating, so I wasn't really sure what to say, so I invited him over to play pool...after my parents went to bed, of course. My parents sleep like logs, so as long as he came over after they were asleep, the pool balls clinking together on the pool table downstairs would never wake them, so we would be in the clear.

He came over about 10:30pm and again, it was a little awkward for me, not knowing what this guy would be expecting...we had exchanged some pretty racy emails and now here we were standing together face to face.

He was a cutie. Dark brown hair and blueish-greenish eyes. He had just a hint of a 5-o'clock shadow. (I love a guy with a little bit of a fuzzy goin' on, but not too crazy about the full on beard.) He was smiling as he was looking me up and down. As with most guys, his gaze was mainly focusing on my ample cleavage.

I took his hand and led him downstairs so he could pick out which poolstick to use. He had nice hands. I could tell by the way he was holding my hand that he would have a gentle touch and I couldn't wait to feel them touching every inch of my body.

I warned him that I was pretty good at pool, and was teasing him that we should make the stakes interesting. He had the idea of playing strip pool. Well, I had been playing pool every night for the past month, several games each night - against my dad, and he said I was getting much better, so I figured I was up for the challenge.

It had been a warm summer evening and we were both wearing shorts with socks and tennis shoes. He was wearing a t-shirt and I was wearing a tank top with an unbuttoned short sleeve shirt over it. I was fully aware that anytime I would have to lean over the table to make my shot, he would be able to have the perfect view of my pink lace bra...and not that I needed for him to be distracted, but it was a bonus.

So he racked the balls and I fixed them around in my signature "little man" pose (picture the Jumpman character from the 80's computer game) so that when I made the first shot to break the balls, it would be aiming right between the "little man"'s legs. (Always makes the guy I'm playing against cringe.) Two balls went into the pockets with that one shot - both solids - so obviously I was solids and he was stripes....and he had to take off two articles of clothing already. I was nice, though, I allowed him to take off just his shoes.

By this point, the shy girl had gone away and I was in full tease mode now. I realized that it was actually a little unfair that I had two more articles of clothing on that he didn't when we started. So I took off the button down shirt and then told him that I still had one more piece of clothing on that needed to be removed to make it fair. He looked a little confused but the smirk slowly appeared as he saw me reaching behind my back to unhook my bra. I guess he thought he was gonna get a full look-see, but I seductively pulled down each strap and then pulled it out from the front of my tank top a la Flashdance. My tank top was pretty fitted, so my hard nipples made their appearance thru the thin material and by the look on his face, I knew he wanted to touch them. So with that, I went around to the other side of the table to make sure that he understood that we had to finish the game first before anything was going to happen. Feeling cocky, I decided to raise the stakes and I also took off my shoes and socks, which meant that if he even got one ball in, I'd have to take off my shorts. I wasn't worried, though.

Poor guy didn't even have a chance. He talked a good game, but he couldn't get any of his balls in any of the pockets to save his life, so it kept being my turn and I was clearing off the table. In no time flat he was down to wearing just his light blue boxers and I had one more ball on the table...the 8-ball. One of his striped guys was blocking my shot and he smiled...he must have been thinking that I was going to knock one in for him and he'd finally get to see me take off an article of clothing...I decided to show off a bit and I did a move my dad taught me....after calling "8-ball, corner pocket", I made the cue ball hop over his ball, and without touching anything else on the table, the cue ball kissed the 8-ball, knocking it into the corner pocket that I had called.

He was a bit flabbergasted. Never thought I'd be able to make that shot. "Now I get to claim my reward," I told him.

I hopped up onto the pool table, took off my tank top and motioned him towards me. As soon as he was standing in front of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked him tight and then kissed him hard. He was just as hot as I was as I could tell from the hardness in his boxers pressing against me. A great kiss really gets my juices flowing, as does a guy running his fingers thru my hair....he was doing both and I was in absolute ecstasy.

I unlocked my legs long enough for him to pull off my shorts. He laid me back on the pool table and climbed on top of me. I pulled my thong aside and by this time, his cock was jutting out of the opening in his boxers. I started slowly stroking his member. No more waiting. I wanted him inside me, NOW! I wrapped my legs around his waist again as he easily slid into me with one thrust. I locked him tight around me so that he couldn't move. I didn't want his hot, throbbing manhood leaving my sopping pussy just yet.

After several seconds of kegeling his cock while I was grinding my hips against his, I knew I had teased him long enough and I loosened my grip so he could start pumping slowly in and out of me, gradually getting faster. The whole time, our tongues were dancing in each other's mouths, and our hands were exploring each other's bodies. He was licking and nibbling on my nipples and I was running my hands over his well-formed biceps. Each thrust into me was more focused than the last and everything he was doing felt so wonderful.

I'm sure at least 15 minutes went by of our bodies grinding together in perfect harmony. He was quietly grunting and I was softly moaning in his ear and lightly scratching his back with my fingernails which was obviously turning him on as he pumped into me harder and faster. And then I could tell by the look on his face and the fact that his eyes had just rolled back into his head that he was about ready to cum. I knew this was an inopportune time to tell him, but I wasn't on any kind of birth control (he didn't need to know that part) and couldn't risk him releasing his load inside of me, so I told him I wanted him to cum on my stomach....so that I could rub his love juices all over my body. That was how I maintained my baby soft skin, after all. He seemed okay with that so with one final thrust, he pulled out of me and let loose of what seemed like a gallon of cum all over my chest. I slowly rubbed it in on my stomach and my breasts, enjoying the slick feel of it. He appeared to enjoy himself as he watched my hands move over each breast and back down to my stomach. And then I even rubbed some in my hair (for a few blonde streaks).

A few more minutes went by and we regained our composures and got off the pool table. Still a little dazed from what had just happened, we both got dressed and we quietly snuck back up the stairs and then at the front door I kissed him goodnight and then thanked him for a good game.

At this point, the shy girl had come back and I told him that I really didn't believe in one night stands, and I wanted to see him again, if only for one more night. He laughed, kissed me on the forehead and then I watched him step off the porch, get into his car, pull out of the driveway, and drive down the street out of my sight.

I figured I would never see him again...