We Won! We Won!

I walked into the bar and there he was. We've known each other for about a year, fucking around for almost as long, but its been months since we've seen each other. I glance his way and he cocks his head in acknowledgment. I smile and turn to to search out my team. And so it began, a night of high school flirting and sillyness. I glance over to his team, he blows me a kiss. I roll my eyes, and stick out my tongue. I took on the role of a silly school-girl that don't like boys. We teased each other through out the night. I won my solo game. My name echoed in the bar as my team cheered me on, he smiled when i looked towards him. It is always said that confidence is sexy. I believe it gives me confindence knowing I am sexy. Even when i walked in the door, i was greeted by other players, offering to buy my drinks. I was dressed in a simple pair of tight capri jeans, a low cut, black midriff shirt that showed skin every time I got up to throw and a pair of strappy sandles. Simple, but sexy.
He made his way to the bar, stopping at my table giving me an appropriate hello. At 6ft 5 he completely engulfs me as he hugs me from behind, his arms around my shoulders and chest he kisses my neck. The warmth of his breath on me sends chills through my body. He likes to make it clear to everyone around that he is fully aware of my weak spots. He held me a little to long as we talked, my team mates sending accusing glances towards me. He is not a favorite in my team, but i have had nothing but good times with him. Towards the end of the night he comes to hug me again, this time around my waist, and and whispers in my ear. "Are you waiting for me tonight?"
My answer was a simple smile. He took it as a yes.
We won the night 11 to 4. I won all my games. YIPPIE.
When we got to my apartment, i was impressed that he noticed the difference. "wow, a new t.v., and you got some art in the dining room. Thats cool, where did you get it?"
"you noticed? I got it at an exhibit, Exotica 2006" and we talked about art, books, movies, and then he asked, "Why are you still dressed?"
"because you are still dressed." He gets up to fix the problem, i quickly turned the television to a music on demand channel. He knew what i wanted. (oddly enough the song was a love balled, played in 4/4 time) Being a stripper in his younger years, its fun to watch him re-live the memories. I have never been into watching dancers strip when you couldnt sleep with them, but when you know you'll get 'em in the end, its a nice treat. 6ft 5 inches, muscles completely toned and only a hint of a beer belly starting to form, (i find that sexy on him) he moves with such ease and tenderness. Every part of his body seems to be an inch to long for perfection, but with his long and lean body its perfect. his eyes a pale shade of blue, watches me as i watch him. He pulls me off the couch and again his arms surround me as we embrace, and with a kiss i begin to lead him into the bedroom. Between kisses he mentioned how well i played and that i should be rewarded. I lay back on the matress and he kisses his way south. I think im going to like this reward. His tongue and his hands are talented beyond explanation, i came three times before he allowed me to catch my breath. Then we fucked, till we came together. Damn.
We layed in bed talking for a while, exchanging stories of the last few weeks. I try to keep it light. The arrangement was to be kept simple, only our names had been exchanged, oh and of coarse the team we play on. that was it. No personal information. I dont need the strings. he saw a picture on my wall and talked about it and the pronounciation of my last name. (my name was written across a rose, surrounded by hearts) he repeated it till he got it right, almost as if making a mental note. I decided it was time for him to leave, and we said our goodbyes. Mine was said by sucking him off then leading him to the door, his was said by fingering me to orgasm at the door. He kissed me goodbye. A nice way to end the night.