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Diary Of Desires The Pool Hall

The weather had started turning cold and rainy on this October day. The leaves were fading into shades of red and orange. Most of Kimberly’s friends always complained how depressing fall could be, but for her, it was just the end of the heat of summer and the anticipation of the coming snows of winter. She looked forward to spending many winter nights in front of the fire with a glass of wine and a good book.

For now, as she watched the leaves fall onto the glass of the windshield, she was suddenly aware of the heat of anticipation welling up inside of her. She had met Michael several years ago through some mutual friends and had a crush on him instantly. He had never seemed to notice her much, until recently. All the little innuendos and flirtatious comments had made her start thinking that maybe there was something there between them after all. Then came his invitation to meet him for a drink and a game of pool. Seemed like an odd “first date”, but she looked forward to it anyway.

The air was crisp and cold as she got out of the car and a shiver ran up her back, raising the hairs on her neck and the nipples on her breasts. She could just imagine the incredible feeling his hot breath would be as he caressed her mouth, moving from her lips, down her neck, and to her waiting aching breasts.

She walked into the bar, slightly hesitating at the door. Would he have the same impulses she had or was she just imagining the lust she thought he had for her? As she scanned the room, their eyes met through the smoke in the room. He was sitting in a darkened corner, beckoning her over. As she walked towards him, she slowly removed her coat, revealing her sensual body in her tight jeans and shirt. The little bit of skin showing at her midriff was arousing all of his senses and the glitter coming from the piercing at her navel made it difficult to keep his eyes off her body. She could see a coy sort of smile come across his face as he looked up towards her.

As they had a few drinks, they both were fantasizing about each other, but each one was afraid to be the first to express their feelings. They both wondered how this might affect their friendship, but the physical attraction was too intense to put aside. The sexual tension grew as she walked across the floor and picked up one of the cue sticks. She slowly leaned over the side of the table, slightly revealing the cleavage of her breasts and the tightness running down her back and legs. As she drew back the stick, her long, shiny chestnut hair fell gently to the side of her face and she glanced over to him. Her sultry eyes told him exactly what he wanted to know.

Everyone was gone now and he had arranged to have the bar to themselves. He knew the owner and asked for a favor. He would be sure to lock up the place, but for now it was all theirs. As he locked the front door and turned down the lights, he saw Kimberly saunter over to the jukebox and deposit some coins for her selection. She was going to show him how she felt and as the sensual beat of the music started to play, she could feel her desire throbbing at her insides.

She turned to look at him and began dancing to the music, slowly peeling off her blouse. Her lace covered breasts heaved as she pulsed to the music and the swaying of her hips was erotic. He gently put his around her back and reached up with the other to her raised arm. Their hands connected and they could both feel the electricity flowing through them. As they slowly danced, their lips embraced and fiery passion burned through them. He slowly peeled off her jeans as she tore at his clothes. He lifted her soft, supple body and laid her on the felt of the table. They both knew this is what they wanted. They passionately made love, feeling the tremble of each others’ skin as they kissed each other. The taste of her skin was almost too much for him. He panted heavily as their bodies pulsed and she screamed with ecstasy, climaxing as if timed to the music.

They both knew that they would need each other again – perhaps on another cold and rainy night. But she couldn’t help fantasizing of the thought of another encounter. He wanted her too. He ached for her. As she guided his hands across her breasts, she kissed him gently on the lips, reminding him of her sensual curves. They would see each other again. They had to…

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