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A Booty Call Backfires

... suddenly all business. I started to bend down for my socks and stopped. I stood up and stared into her eyes. Slowly, I reached for the top button of my shirt and began unfastening the buttons. Christy's eyes grew wide. Finally I had taken her by surprise, I thought. But as I unbuttoned, I silently cursed myself for not wearing an undershirt, which I normally do in winter. It would have been fun to see the look on her face as I revealed an item of clothing she didn’t know was there. It also would have given me another guess. I pulled it off and handed it to her. Christy's eyes went to my chest. She even licked her lips, which made me smile inside. No one ever would confuse me for a body builder. But my lean build, I carried no more than one hundred sixty to one hundred sixty five pounds on a six foot tall frame, wasn't bad in a bathing suit. Christy began to walk out of the room with my shirt. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Just making sure you don't get down to your shorts and decide to quit the game,” she said. “Do that and you'll be leaving without car keys, coat, or most of your clothes.” Damn, I thought. Looks like a little planning went into this. I supposed I should be flattered. As Christy left, I considered my next guess. A moment later, she sauntered back into the room. Still barefoot, still wearing my unzipped coat. Only, now she wasn't wearing pants. Christy slowly walked around me and over to the bed once more. As she turned, I got a glimpse of her lacy, white ...

... panties, cut high on her thighs, at the top of a pair of long, graceful legs. Dancer's legs, I thought. Shapely, toned. Very sexy. Once more, the room was feeling a bit warmer. Christy sat down on the bed, crossed her legs and began rocking her upper leg, a little harder this time, while looking up at me with innocent eyes and a big smile on her face. A smile I didn't notice at first. My eyes were fixed on her legs. Only when she stopped rocking her leg did I look up. “Next guess.” she said with an amused look. I tore my gaze from her gams and frowned. Time for the other half of the room, I thought. “Under the bed,” I said. Christy gave me an appraising look. “I was wondering how long it would take you to get to the bed,” she grinned. “Not long at all.” “Well?” I demanded. Christy stood and crossed the room, coming to a stop in front of the dresser, facing me. In the mirror behind her, I caught another look at panties hugging her delectable derriere. “Wrong again,” she said. “And you're definitely cold now.” I frowned. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered why she said, “definitely cold now,” instead of just “cold.” But I had more pressing matters. “Hand something over,” she said with a smile bordering on a leer. I faced Christy and put my hands on my belt. Her eyes widened in surprise. Then I reached down and swiftly pulled off my left sock. Christy scowled back at me. “Two down, three to go,” she said, taking the sock and marching out of the room. Clearly, she had done ...