8 Ball, Corner Pocket

It was already midnight. She was tired, exhausted as hell, and half in the bag. She leaned down over the table and eyed up her shot. Her long fingers wrapped around the cue and embraced the smoothness of it. It was smooth, it was hard and it was deadly in her hands. She peeked up at her ball in front of her and pulled the cue back. She could see him watching her out of the corner of her eyes. He didn’t make her nervous, she just wanted to beat his ass fair and square. They had been playing all day, well, since about ten A.M. and they were the last two in the competition. They were both tired; it should have finished a long time ago. She tapped the cue ball lightly and watched as it hit her ball and knocked it softly into the pocket. She scanned the table seeking her next victim. All of her shots would leave him wide open to clean her up if she missed. She needed to try something daring. The sleek black 8 ball was right in front of the corner she needed and he wasn’t about to move it. She saw her opportunity. She would sneak in from behind.
She walked over to the table and took a drink from the longneck bottle that was sweating profusely at the table. It was hot, even the beer was suffering. But damn, it tasted good. She knew her cleavage must have been shimmering, as she could feel her skin becoming more wet, more shiny and salty by the minute. Her hair was stuck to the side of her face. The only relief from the summer heat was the one fan blowing around the bar. God knows the heat between her legs was not helping matters any. She smiled at her opponent and called her ball in the corner off the 8 ball. He chuckled and said ok, your loss. What a cocky, arrogant asshole, she thought. Just for that, I am going to have to show him up now. She leaned down, eyed the shot and slammed it in. Perfect. There were whistles and hoots and hollers of ‘nice shot’ around the bar. She looked at him and smirked. He was clapping for her, nodding his head in approval. He knew she was good. She also knew she could easily lose. She saddled up to the table and lined up her next shot, an easy straight in. Bounced off the nipple. She closed her eyes in disappointment. It’s always the nipples. She walked back to her table, knowing that he would be wiping up the table now.
He bent down, lining up all of his shots, slowly poking them in one at a time. He was at the 8 ball. She was standing next to her table. She took a long drag off of her cigarette and threw it on the floor. Oops. She bent over, knowing full well that he would be able to see her long slender legs, her short denim shorts out of the corner of his eye. She heard him mumble ‘8 ball, corner pocket’ and she smiled so hard inside when it teetered just on the edge, touching the nipple of the pocket and sitting there. He swore silently to himself and looked at her in admiration. She knew her game and she played it well. She walked up in front of him, bent over to the table. “8 ball. Corner pocket.” She smiled at him, turned her head and slammed the 8 ball in, bringing the cue ball all the way back to her. She had won. She walked up to him and shook his hand.
“Nice game.” She smiled.
“You’re good. A bitch, but you’re good.” He laughed and offered her a beer. She accepted. They talked about the game and the day’s events for an hour. She had won about two hundred dollars and coming in second, he took home only seventy-five. About bar time, they were the only two left besides the bartender, a friend of his. They decided to leave together and meet up at his place. On their way out, she saw the door to the storage closet. She opened the door and pulled him inside. The bartender never saw.
“What the hell are we doing in here?” he whispered. She didn’t answer. All he felt were her hot lips on his and his back being pressed into the shelves. Her hips were pressed into his and the heat radiating from her damn near broke through his jeans. He was instantly hard. His hands went around her neck, feeling the sweat trickling down. She was pulling off his shirt already, which he did not fight, anything to cool off. He found her breasts in the dark and they were hot and slippery. He reached down and put a salty nipple in his mouth, laughing to himself how he was just cursing the nipples on the table but damn he loved them now. She threw her head back and moaned quietly. God that drove him nuts. He found the snap on her jeans and pulled it open. They unzipped with ease but he knew that they would be a bitch to pull off of her in this heat. She had already released his throbbing hard cock and was stroking it with sweaty hands. She dropped down and found him with her mouth. He threw his head back and slammed it on the hard shelf.
Biting his tongue from the pain and holding in his moan from the pleasure was too much. He loved it but he has to take her now. He pulled her up and reached down and grabbed a side of her shorts with each hand and gave a good hard tug. They came right down. He grabbed her hips and swung her around so she faced the shelves and her back was to him. She bent over one of the boxes in the closet and spread her legs as far as they would go with her shorts still around her ankles. He found her wetness. It did not take long to find it. His cock was like a heat seeking missile and man was she hot. He slid right inside and holy shit, was she tight. No way that she could be this damn tight. HE stopped for a minute to get control of himself. When he was ready, he grabbed her waist and started thrusting in and out. She bit her lip so she would not make any noise. They heard the back door close and lock. They both laughed, knowing they were locked in the bar. It excited him even more and he pounded into her harder and harder. Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of her soaking wet blonde hair and pulled back. She hollered and reached back and found his balls. Faster and faster they went, the heat was getting to him and if he did not stop soon, he would pass out. He tried to hold off and he couldn’t. He pulled out and shot his load all over her beautiful ass right as she came with him. He reached over, flipped on the light and grabbed a clean bar towel to help her clean up. She laughed. “8 ball, corner pocket babe.”