A dress lost in the gutter

“Another perfect game!” Terri exclaimed, jumping for joy.

“Yup…” Mike sighed, “Third game in a row…”

Her friends Mike and Dante sat diminished in their seats as they watched her continue to gloat. They always hated letting Terri pick where they hung out. There were plenty of bars, arcades, and movie theaters throughout town, but she always picked the bowling alley.

“Can we stop now?” Dante asked.

“What? Afraid to lose a fourth time?” she retorted, standing a bit taller and placing her hands on her hips victoriously, “I guess I can't blame you, given how crap you two are at this game.”

When she went bowling it was almost as if she became a different person. Winning became the only goal, and everything else, even her friends, seemed to take a backseat.

“You’ve already proven you're the best!” Dante exclaimed, throwing up his hands in annoyance, “There's no reason to play anymore!”

“How about this, we play one more quick round,” Terri suggested, both men groaned, “You win, we don't play again for a month, I win and we come here every weekend for the next two months!”

The two were ready to argue against this, however, before they could get a word in she was already at the console starting up a new game. And once she got started there was no stopping her…

“I’m first!” Terri announced, rushing up to the ball returner. She picked up her favorite brown bowling ball and stepped to the front of the lane. However, as she did so, her dress caught a devious wind which got it caught in the machinery of the ball returner.

“T-Terri!” Mike exclaimed, trying to get her attention.

“Shhhhh!” Terri said, raising a finger at him while not taking her eyes off the lane. As she did so, the machine tore more and more of her dress off, slowly revealing the body beneath. She took a step forwards, unaware of her predicament, and swung her arm back. As she released the ball down the lane the machine gobbled the rest of her dress! The two men looked on in awe as their friend’s smooth curvy buttocks came into view.

“Strike!” Terri exclaimed, spinning around and innocently revealing the front of the shapely figure. Her decent-sized breasts jiggled as she faced them.

Both men had always believed she was pretty, but neither had suspected that under those stuffy dresses, she had such a curvaceous body. Nor that she was the kind of woman who went commando in public.

“It’s your turn, Dante,” she said with a cocky grin, “Or are you gonna give up?”