My best friend Sandy and I have worked together for 2 years. We have taken trips together, gone out drinking, had some good times. She has recently divorced, while I am happily married. Last weekend, we decided to we needed a girls’ night out. We decided to have a male friend of mine drop us off at the club for a night of drinks and pool. We were dressed for a night of fun, both of us in black dresses, mine tight black velvet with a plunging neckline, hers rather short, showing off her ample thighs in black fishnet stockings. Six inch spiked heels for both of us, topping off our attire.
When we arrived at the club, Jake left us, rather reluctantly, at the front door. I noticed a group of young men standing in the parking lot, all of whom just so happened to notice us. We entered the door, paying our cover fee, and obtaining our cues. We have a particular waitress we both prefer, and she noticed us right away. After ordering our drinks, we began to set up the table for a game of nineball. Heads were beginning to turn right away as I bent over the table to square the rack. The hem of my dress rising to expose the top of my stockings. The waitress arrived with our drinks, and we were on our way to a rather enjoyable evening. The table beside us had now been occupied by 3 of the young men I had noticed in the parking lot.
Sandy and I are pretty good at pool, better than most, I suppose, but she was getting the better of me, as we joked and teased each other about the game. The guys at the next table seemed to enjoy our rivalry. I had to make a rather difficult shot, and from my angle, my only chance was to sit on the corner of the table, and angle my shot at the side pocket. As I climbed up onto the table, being certain not to completely close my legs, I stradled the corner pocket just enough to allow a slight glance at my crotchless black satin panties. Sandy was standing behind me, eyeballing my shot, her long hair brushing across my shoulders. I noticed the guys had now stopped to take a good look. The waitress came over to refill our drinks, and I missed my shot, to Sandys’ enjoyment. One of my heels had fallen to the floor while I was on the table, and now, before me stood a tall, rather handsome blue eyed fellow. He bent over to pick up my heel,and his face was now inches from my crotch. Looking down at him, I could tell by the smile on his face, he was enjoying this. Placing my heel onto my foot, he stood, taking my hand to help me down. His two friends came over and we all introduced ourselves. The young man who had helped me out was Shawn. The guys asked if they could buy us a drink.
Sandy and I agreed, and soon we were all laughing and shooting pool, Sandy and I teasing the guys as we would bend over way too far to make our shots. Soon, one of the guys, Dave, said we should place bets on our game. We agreed to play teams, Sandy and I against Dave, Shawn, and Brian. I wasnt fond of the odds, but the losers paid the table fees, so the game was on. The waitress came over with a round of drinks, and I was beginning to feel the few I had already drank. It was my turn to make a shot, and I stumbled as I leaned down to eyeball the angle. Shawn came to my aid, once again, as I laughed and leaned against the table. Placing his hand on my hip to steady me, he stood behind me, leaning down close to my face as I felt his hand slide up my dress. Sandy and the guys were sitting on stools in the corner talking and laughing, both guys with their eyes glued to her. Of course, I missed my shot as Shawns’ hand slid further up my dress and across my ass. Turning around to face him, he kissed me, his tongue brushing across my lips. Sandy and I were both rather intoxicated by this time, and she asked if I needed to go to the little girls’ room, I said yes, and the guys ordered another round of drinks from our waitress as we walked away. In the restroom, Sandy and I decided these guys were hot enough, and we wanted to see what else they were good at.