Losing The Super Bowl 2015 - Sex Stories

Losing The Super Bowl 2015

... customers ever actually come into the data processing center, and since the office manger and the shift supervisor were both at the party with us– and both a little drunk– there wasn’t going to be any problem with that. The first quarter just resulted a lot of taunting back and forth between Barb and me. Then they ran that puppy commercial and got us all crying. One of the women said, “We need something to cheer us up and get our minds back on the game.” I downed my beer and suggested that maybe if Barb and I upped our bet a little, it would make the game more interesting. I suggested if New England won by more than 3 points, I would wear a New England cheerleader outfit not only Monday, but all week. If it was less than 3 points, she would wear my Sea Hawk outfit all week. She agreed and all the other women from the office cheered and yelled to encourage us. The second quarter didn’t start out much better. Then LaFell caught that pass in the end zone and the Patriots were up 7-zip. Barb taunted me that I was going to lose big. Then all the women from the office started giving me a really bad time about how I was going to lose and that I would look really cute in Barb’s cheerleader outfit. “No way!” I yelled. “I’ll even up the bet... cheerleader skirt, but no tights.” That meant that the loser would be totally naked beneath the skirt. I know I shouldn’t have made that bet, but I did. I figured that even if I lost, it was only women in the office, and at my desk nothing ...

... really showed - though I had a feeling that whoever lost would be the one sent to get anything that was needed out of the filing cabinet, especially from the bottom drawer. Everyone cheered and laughed and then Sara, the shift supervisor said, “Naked means totally naked, no tights, no panties, no hair. Smooth and naked as the day you were born.” Both Barb and I looked at her in amazement, but then we both said together, “Agreed.” Five minutes later Russell Wilson made that great pass and set things up for Marshawn Lynch to score for the Hawks and it was tied. Then the Patriots scored again and made it 14-7. I must have looked a little nervous because Barb began to tease me again and asked, ‘Do you want out of your bet?” I was way past my normal two drink limit or I wouldn’t have said anything and besides that, at that moment the cameras zoomed in on a fan in the stands who was bare-chested and painted in Sea Hawk colors. He was probably more drunk that I was. Looking at the screen, I responded, “No way. Let’s take it up another notch. The loser has to paint their chest in the winning colors, just like that idiot on TV.” Barb laughed and said, “You all heard her. She wants to paint her tits in Patriot red, white and blue.” I responded, “No, you are going to be painting you whole body Blue and Green.” Barb said to everyone, “You girls are our witnesses. The bet is painted tits at work for a week.” Everyone laughed and someone yelled, “To painted tits,” as everyone toasted our bet. ...