Keeping Score - Sex Stories

Keeping Score

... watched him with baited breath, alternating between pleasure and panic. Any moment now, she'd be stepping out of her tight black mini, exposing her skimpy little underthings in all their lacy glory. The old pool-shark wouldn't miss his shot, she wascertain of it. Butterflies were teeming through her tummy; the suspense was utterly intolerable.

The enormous, smoke hazed bar-room was absolutely silent. There was an enormous crowd here this evening; the Hotel's management had wasted no expense advertising the competition, along with the complimentary entertainment provided by the 'scorekeepers.' Holly could feel the tension humming through the air like high tension cables. Everyone was willing the old man to make his shot: theyknew it was Holly's turn.

Holly bit her lip in gentle anxiety. One small part of her was desperate to keep her unmentionables modestly covered, all her girlish mysteries decently hidden. Undressing in public carried a unique kind of humiliation experienced only by pretty women. Even when the performance was entirely voluntary, there was still a deep sense of embarrassment, huge and bright and terribly naughty.Turning her attention back to the pool table, Holly watched in silence as the old man drew back on his cuestick.

The moment of truth.

Clack-CLACK!!!

Hal made his shot.Holly stared wide eyed as the nine streaked towards the corner pocket. She bit her lip against a moan of pure delight -

As thenine droppedin.

3.

Laughter and ...

... applause as Holly stepped forward:

Laughter because she was so obviously embarrassed;applause because she'd come to far too back out now. A stunning young girl with porcelain skin and blue eyes, she walked towards the main table, her stilettos clocking loudly on the polished wooden floor boards. There was an art to walking in high heels, an art very few women ever truly mastered. Holly was one of the very few.

She looked astonishingly feminine, reaching back over her shoulders to loosen her zip, arching her spine and thrusting her belly gently forward. The applause began to escalate as she drew the zipper slowly down the length of her back: they'd been waiting for this moment all night; it was what they'd all come to see.

And this was only the first step. Before the night was over, she would be almost completely naked, her dress and bra, suspenders and stockings strewn in casual disarray around the floor. She would have to stand on exhibit to the world with only a flimsy pair of satin panties to hide behind. Flashing the audience a brilliant smile, Holly slipped the dress off her shoulders, lowering the hem slowly to her waist.

The view was literally breathtaking. The shiny satin brassiere seemed to adhere to her body by some force unknown to modern science; her breasts were utterly magnificent, barely constrained by the cups. Holly continued to lower the mini, exposing more of her pristine white underwear. Blushing from toe to hairline, she shimmied the tight ...