Recently I started hanging out at a local pool hall. A friend of mine recommended it and I thought I’d give it a try and I liked it. One of the bartenders that worked there was really good looking and I liked him. I found myself going at late hours when he’d be closing up hoping for something to happen. I got lucky last week and it did. He was closing up and I told him I’d played pool a few times years ago when I was in college, but not since. He asked me if I’d like to try again. I said I didn’t want to delay him from going home. He said it was no trouble.
So we started to play a game after he’d closed up. We had fun, I liked talking to him. He asked if I was single and I said yes. He leaned in to give me a kiss and things got passionate from there. I felt his arms wrap around me and he started to massage my breasts. Our tongues intertwined as we kissed and he felt me up. I leaned back on the pool table and felt his hardness against me.
I hopped up on the pool table edge and he pulled my jeans and panties off of me and unzipped himself. I scooched back on the table and lay there before him and he climbed on top of me and we started fucking right there on the pool table, some of the balls rolling around us. It was crazy and impulsive, but it was also fun. I felt him pin me down to the table and push his dick into me. I was momentarily worried someone would walk by and look in through the windows and see us. It was a very real possibility, but it didn’t happen. We had a fun fuck and went home.
