One of the things that I like to do to relax is play pool. There are only a few places where I live that I can go and do so. Unfortunately the last two times I went I ran into my ex-husband. I didn’t care that he was there, but apparently he cared that I was there. Told me I was following him. I wouldn’t follow him if he was leaking gold doubloons from his ass. He can be somewhat of a royal twat when he wants to be.
Because of this I decided that I would purchase my own pool table. Sure I will miss the comradery of the other people who would be at the places I would go, but knowing I will not bump into my ex-husband makes it all worth it. For a little while it made me sad to know that most times I would be playing alone, until they delivered the pool table. My oh my the most gorgeous young things delivered it.
I saw them get out of the van and decided that I was way over-dressed. I shooed my Assistant into my office, took off everything that I had on except for my lingerie, and waited for the doorbell to ring. When it did, I hurried down the stairs, holding a silk robe around me. I told them I was sorry that I was in the middle of dressing. The two young men were smiling, as was the younger lady whom was with them carrying the invoice. I let them in and showed them where I wanted the pool table to be placed.
Watching them lug that heavy thing into the house was too much for me. I “accidentally” allowed my robe to slip open. My panties were saturated with juice. Their muscles were bulging, as were the front of the one guy’s jeans. I decided to go for it! What is the harm I told myself. None as it turned out. After we were done breaking in the pool table I told them that every Wednesday night they were all welcome to come to my home to play pool. I would have drinks, food, and of course, a wet and waiting pussy. I think I am not going to miss the people I used to play pool with after all.