Keeping Score - Sex Stories

Keeping Score

... glistening satin sheath. Her suspenders stretched and shortened along her thighs, matching tempo with each clicking step.

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Holly's fellow scorekeepers fared little better in the lingerie sweepstakes. Having seen Holly discard her dress to reveal her skimpy satin unmentionables, the crowd grew all the more impatient to see the other two girls revealed in all their glory. Fortunately, they didn't have long to wait. From the moment Holly had stripped down to her foundation garments, both contestants began to demonstrate amazing skill: they weren't simply playing to win, they were playing to undress three very attractive little girls.

Suzy Taylor was a tall, lissome girl with a slender figure and a classically rounded bottom. Blushing to the eyebrows, she stepped up to the competitor's table and climbed prettily out of her mini, her legs as long and graceful as a prima ballerina's. Her choice of underwear received the crowd's highest acclaim: a glaringly red bra and panties emsemble, completed by a gauzy black garter belt strapped tightly around her tiny waist.

Kathy's dress came off with the sinking of the twelve; Cool Hand Gordon being the culprit once more. Like her younger sister, Kathy removed her black mini in slow, teasing ripples of velvet. She grinned from ear to ear as the audience cheered her on. Complying to thePICS lingerie mandate, she was wearing a cherry-red suspender belt over matching pink bra and pantie set.

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... room as each stroke was made; dozens of eyes alternated between the players cuesticks and the scorekeeper's panties. The girls waited with their deep, fleshly cleavages thrusting the air, almost trembling with anticipation. Holly felt an odd, nervous tension fall over her as Hal lined up his next shot; she was strangely anxious to see the next ball sunk. Technicolour visions danced gayly through her pretty head; closing her eyes, Holly could see herself modeling her underpants before the entire bar-room: stockings, bras and suspenders cast to the four winds. That moment was rapidly approaching. Gordon had just potted the six, and it was time to fulfill her exhibitionistic responsibilities.

Holly had been told that once the brassiere came off, she wasn't allowed to hide her breasts behind her. It was simply another gratuitous excess - the hotel's managment wanted the girls' firm young breasts on display for as long as possible. Refusal was out of the question; Maxies' was paying half their wages for the evening. It was grossly unfair of course, but the management had been most specific on this issue.

Sweeping her gaze the across the bar, Holly stepped over to the middle of the room. She reached back and unhooked her satiny white underwire, allowing the shoulder-straps to glide loosely off her shoulders. There was always an instant of speechless, shivering tension whenever she took off her BRA in public. She was a large, busty girl possessing a classical, Jane Mansfield ...