A fun game of pool (m/f)

“I was waiting for him at the tube station. He said he would get there in 5 minutes. 

It was wet outside. Small droplets of water were tickling my legs and dripping on to the pavement. The wind blew my wet hair out of my face.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as the rain finally stopped. He texted saying he accidentally got off at the wrong busstop and was now running towards the tube station. Towards me.

I didn’t mind the wait. I had waited for him for nearly a month, I could wait another few minutes. I quite liked the anticipation. 

The gates to the underground opened and a stream of wet people came hurrying past me, out towards the dark street. I looked outside, and suddenly he was there. I breathed.

I grinned, slowly walked towards him and kissed him briefly on the lips. I forgot how much power and intensity was stored behind them. We looked at each other and then let go, staired at the wet pavement and started walking towards the pub. 

We started talking about our plans for Christmas and New Years, his in the city, mine back at home. As we walked our arms kept accidentally brushing against each other.

Within a few minutes we had reached the pub. Warmth swept over me as I stepped over the threshold. The pub was quite empty: 25 people, no more. The Christmas lights were already up and created an intimate atmosphere.
We made our way across the bar and ordered our drinks. A cider for him, a glass of white wine for me. We went over to a booth, he took of his damp coat and sat down. I slowly unbuttoned my red coat, took of my scarf and my jumper, and placed it on the floor next to our booth. Whilst bending over, I turned my back to him, showing my backless little black dress, and went to it opposite him.

Whilst the music kept changing between British pop and classic 80’s and 90’s songs, we drank and talked. First about traditions, food and fun memories, then about serious stuff. After opening up to each other about our views on religion, beliefs and personal experiences, we gradually moved to very deep and personal topics. I felt a rush of excitement knowing I could have intellectual conversations with him. When we got to the really heavy stuff - things about his past - he suggested we should play some pool to lighten the mood. I agreed.

I stood up, walked ahead of him and climbed the stairs, with him directly behind me. I felt a rush and felt oddly powerful when I realised I was wearing a short dress, imagining him climbing the stairs behind me, not knowing where to look.

He got a coin out of his pocket and pushed it through the slot. The balls were released and we started to play. We joked about each other’s misses, and claimed it to be ‘pure luck’ when when the other got one in. Neither of us was playing it soft. I wanted to win this just as much as he did, and refused to go down easy. He could take a hit. 

When there were only three balls left on the table, I took the stick and placed it gently between my fingers. I bend over the table to reach the white ball. I let the stick slide up and down in between my eager fingers, looking from the tip of the stick to the ball and back again. I breathed out. Focussed. Concentrated. 

Suddenly he was standing behind me. I leaned forward a little bit further and could feel my dress rise up, displaying the suspender-straps of my stockings. He noticed.

He moved closer, I could feel him pressed against me. I straightened up. His hands were now around my waist. One moved slowly up my back towards my neck, brushing my hair out of the way. He started to kiss my shoulder, and then my neck. I could feel his soft lips pressed against my skin. I let out a loud sigh. He said he liked this. 

He let go of me and backed away as quickly as he had come. I remembered it was still my turn. I bent over the table again and potted the black ball. I won. I got a rush from my unexpected victory, and the events leading up to that. He wanted a rematch.

He went downstairs to get another coin from the bar, as I watched from above. I hadn’t noticed the bar was now empty apart from two men. The till was already closed and the bar was going to shut soon. The bartender gave him another coin and told us this would be our last game. We played.

This time we played much more dirty. We kept bumping into each other on purpose and tried to make the other lose focus. I gently pushed his arm as he was about to shoot. He walked past me to get the stick and stopped behind me. He ran his fingers down my neck and over my back again. I sighed. His hands hands moved down my hips and onto my thighs, - as he kissed the back of my neck. I pressed my back closer up against him. 

He ran his hands up my thighs, teasing. His fingers found my stockings and traced them up, until he touched my bare skin. I could feel him getting excited. He breathed heavily in my ear. I ran my hands along his arms, licking fingers with his, whilst still pressed against my skin, just up my dress.

We finished the game. I think I lost. I don’t remember. I don’t care. The bar closed and as we stepped outside they shut the door behind us. It had started to drizzle again. My flat is just down the street. We are there within minutes. With slightly wet hair I put my key in the keyhole and step inside. 

It is dark. My flatmates aren’t home yet. I turn on the lights and we take off or coats. I walk over to the kitchen counter and look for glasses. I show him a bottle of special liquor. Slowly, he gets up from the couch and walks over to where I am standing whilst I pour the drinks. He puts his arm around my waist and stands close behind me. I nearly drop the bottle. 

He starts running his hands all over my body, through my hair and under my dress. He kisses my neck again, and this time, the third time, I can’t recist.
I quickly turn around and press myself against him. His lips lock with mine. Suddenly he pulls me closer, I can feel him throbbing against my crotch. My hands grip his hair, his neck, the back of his shoulders, as we bite each others lips. Out of nowhere, he grabs me by the waist, lifts me up and sits me down on the countertop.

I wrap my legs around him and kiss him even more passionately then before. I can feel the cold stone press against my bare thighs. He pulls me off the counter, with my legs still wrapped around his back, and carries me across the room to where the couch is. I hold on tightly whilst we kiss with urgency and heat, and by the time we reach the other side of the room, he throws me roughly on the couch and jumps on top. 

We kick off our shoes as we push our bodies closer together. I unbutton his shirt, one by one, as I press my lips repeatedly against his. His tongue finds mine as he pulls my dress over my head. He undoes his belt and throws off his jeans. Clothes have spread all around us on the floor. Now we are in nothing but our underwear. Him in boxers, me in a laced bra and thong with matching stockings.

He traces his hands all over my body, and just as I sigh with joy and exhilaration, I hear the sound of keys and footsteps in the hallway. One of my flatmates just came home and was about to walk in!

I jump up from the couch, grab his hand and lead him through the darkness of the apartment, towards the back of the flat, leaving behind us a trail of scattered clothes. When we finally reach my room, and slam the door shut, he throws me onto the bed. 

We start grinding against each other, our hands grasping and digging into skin as we pant heavily. He says he wants me and that he can’t wait much longer. He begs me to get a condom. I find one within seconds and playfully throw it at him as I give him a cheeky smile. I slowly walk up to him and mount him as he slides the condom on. He throws me over to the other side of the bed as he climbs on top of me, and slowly makes his way down. 

I finally undo my stockings as he kisses my belly. He slowly and playfully takes off my panties as I undo my bra. He kisses me below, his tongue touching me and his lips burn my skin. He works his way back up, grabs my breasts, traces my nipples and bites my chest, neck, earlobes.

I look into his eyes. I crave him. He slowly but firmly presses himself in me as our mouths meet. I moan as he goes deeper and harder. The bed is creaking, I bite his shoulder and scratch his back, fingernails digging into his skin. I throw him over as I climb on top of him. The weight of my body moving on his. He kisses my breasts as I pull his hair. 

We change positions so often I lost track. I am on my knees with him behind me. I can barely stay upright, grabbing onto the bed as he goes faster and harder. 

We move again, this time I am hanging with my head off the bed, my neck exposed as he is on top of me. He pulls me closer and kisses me fiercely.
We move faster and faster, our hips moving together like one. Pressed on to each other like our life depends on it. He goes deeper, with bigger movements. His breathing becomes heavier, the blows stronger and slower. He kisses my neck, pulls my hair, bites my lip and kisses me. I look up. I can see his face, he is firmly pressing his body into me during the last blows, and we make eye contact as he moans with pleasure. I can feel him come inside of me.

He pulls me up as he catches his breath, our faces pressed against each other’s. He takes off the condom and I walk over to the bathroom and put on the shower. He follows me and we both step inside the small shower.
We press our hot, wet bodies together whilst the water drips over our skin. The steam makes me extra sensitive. We run our hands over each other’s bodies. We play with the water, sprinkle it in each others faces and laugh like little children. When we’re clean, I turn off the shower and we step out, drying ourselves with the warm, fluffy towel. 

Still naked, we climb back in bed and tangle up under the warm covers. I can feel him close to me, his face resting on my shoulder. My legs wrapped around his. We lay there spooning until the conversation becomes quieter and our eyelids begin to droop. 

As I turn to switch off the light, I hear footsteps and a set of keys opening the front door. I hear my other flatmate come home, as I grin at the thought of all our clothes in the living room.

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I wrote this down the morning after it happened. It was with my FWB, and this was the last time I saw him. Thanks to exceptional foreplay and incredibly hot sexual tension during our little game of pool - this night was the best sex I ever had!”