A game of pool turns into a contest to see who willbe
the slave and who will be the master for the weekend
¿Weekend Part One î
by hman
copyright 1999
The final half-mile of the ride. We were both pretty
tired, but it was a beautiful day to be outside. "Race you to the
finish," you said, pulling your mountain bike ahead. "You're on,"
I breathed, pedaling harder. It took everything I had to just get
beside you . . 100 yards to go . . . somehow I surged ahead, winning
by seconds. "Good job," you panted, and then smiling added "bastard."
I laughed. I loved your competitive side.
Picking the bike up on your shoulder, you started
across the parking lot to the truck, about 50 yards away. "Last
one to the truck buys the first round," you say, starting to run.
"Damn," I think, "There's no way I can catch her." I wouldn't have
either, if the two small kids hadn't pushed their bikes right in
you way. Competitive you are, child killer you aren't . . . so you
were forced to stop. That's when I passed you, loading my bike easily
before you reached the truck. I sat there, gasping. I waited for
you to cry, "no fair" or something, but you never did. I liked you
even more for that.
"You know . . .," I started and then I just sat there
grinning. "What?" you inquired. "Well, it's just that when you meet
someone over the internet, you don't expect them to be so . . .
so . . real. You are fun! I love your attitude and your sense of
adventure woman." "Yeah, you're just happy about winning, Ed" you
joke. Which, being a red-blooded testosterone-filled male, was true.
"Ok, double or nothing you pick the contest," you say. "I'd rather
pick the prize," comes my reply. "Oh really, and what would you
pick?" "You. Specifically, you for the weekend." "Hmmm, Ok. But
same deal, if you lose, I get you." "You mean it?" I'm almost speechless.
"You haven't won yet tough guy." "Ok, you pick the battlefield,"
I say. You're actually giggling, "That's easy, topless dancing."
I bust up laughing. "No how about . . . pool," you announce. "Done,"
I agree. "Meet me at The Pocket 8pm".
The bar was only half-filled, not unexpected for
a Thursday night. You showed up in that low cut red top and a pair
of tight jeans. I introduce you to a few people I know there. One
of them is our waitress, Teri, a luscious little blonde in her late
20's. You break and sink your first two balls. I had just bent over
the table for my first shot when it started. You were flirting mercilessly.
Leaning right over the table in my line of site, affording me a
great view of some very nice cleavage. Bearing down, I made the
first shot and then missed the next. Things continued pretty evenly,
until eventually we were down to the eight ball. It was your shot.
"Hey Alli," I say, "If I win do I really get to do anything I want?".
"I never welch on a bet," you reply, "you win this and I'm your
total slave for the whole weekend. If I make it, I own your ass
. . . "Agreed?', you're staring into my eyes now. "Absolutely,"
I reply. You pull back the cue, preparing to finish me off. Just
before you release, I come close and whisper, "Mmmmm, you're gonna
look good in handcuffs and a thong . . how many friends should I
bring?" I think it rattled you just a bit, because the eight ball
bounced just off the corner of the pocket and stopped . . . the
cue ball rolled across the table and fell in the other corner pocket.
You scratched on the eight and I won. I must tell you, it was like
things were in slow motion. You walked over to me as I absorbed
your every move, you stood in front of me and gave me a sultry look,
almost like you were glad I won. I stood-up paid for the pool. Outside
I walked you to your car and said, "The fun starts at 5pm tomorrow,
I'll pick you up from work. " Then "Alli" "Yes," you say. I put
my finger on your lips, pulling the bottom one down, so that your
mouth is open. Wetting my finger on your tongue, I tell you, "I'm
going to use your sexy mouth" I run my hand over your breasts "I'm
going to play with your lovely tits" the hand turns you around and
leans you against your car, rubbing your ass, "and your tight ass"
sliding between your legs "and your hot little pussy" . . ."sweet
dreams naughty girl". I smile and wave goodnight.
Your office phone rang just after lunch. A woman's
voice. "Alli?" "Yes," you answer. "I just called to tell you how
glad I am you're going?" "Going where?" The woman enjoys a warm,
deep throated laugh, "Alli, it's Teri. I wanted you to know, I'm
very excited about your weekend." The waitress from the bar last
night! "Oh, really", you answer, blushing a little. "Yes, Ed just
called me and I um, well Alli, I'm playing with my vibrator right
now, thinking of you." "Please don't hang up Alli, I want you to
listen while I finish myself off here. My imagination is running
wild. I'm really going to enjoy using you . . . toying with you,
watching Ed play with you . . . and who knows what else. ooooohhhh,
Alli, I'm cumming. Mmmm. You're in for a treat, I can hardly wait.
The phone went dead.
I picked you up as promised, right on time. It was
a red Miata, and the top was down. You threw your bag in and we
headed out of town. You loved the music loud and the wind in your
hair. In less than an hour I turned off on to a small country highway,
minutes later I pulled off and stopped. Shutting off the engine
I opened the small trunk. "Come here," I said. You came to the back
of the car. Handing you an outfit, I instructed you to put it on.
Smiling gamely, you turned your back and started to undress. I had
you leave on the small white panties, they looked hot. Over them
you put on a pair of "daisy duke" shorts and a tight white t-shirt.
I handed you the sandals, taking you in at the same time. As you
turn I see the shorts fit perfectly, riding up your hot little butt
just so. "Wow! Even better than I thought. I usually go for a more
sophisticated look, but I think you'll agree this is appropriate
for our first 'adventure'", I tell you.
We start off again, but only go a few miles. I pull
over at a small gas station. There are two young guys, probably
19-20 working on a car in the bay. They look up but don't move.
"Alli, I know this isn't very gentlemanly, but I wonder if you'd
do me a favor and fill the car with gas." You're a little nervous,
but I remind you that you've never welched on a bet. You get out
of the car. You no sooner get around to the back, than you have
the guys full attention. I see one nudge the other. The first one
actually comes out of the garage as you're bending over to insert
the gas nozzle, I think he's about to faint. He offers to check
the oil, of course, I agree. I clean the windshield with the spray
bottle provided, as you hang up the hose, I spray the front of your
shirt once. I hand you some cash, smile and say, "pay the man."
You meet him at the front of the car as he's lowering the hood.
I watch as he devours you with his eyes. Your nipples are pushing
at the fabric of the wet t-shirt, your shorts emphasizing your nice
hips. You°re a little embarrassed, and totally hot at the same time.
You know your making at least two dicks very hard, right now. Somehow,
the guy manages to get you some change back. I don't think you,
he or I will ever know if it was the correct change. But I'll never
forget that little "transaction."
