The girls don't play fair

John gave a deep sigh of resignation. He knew he was already beaten but at least it wasn't the worst game to be on the losing side of. He was pretty sure he'd still enjoy whatever Leanne and Sue could do to him.

"Are you sure you're not wearing any underwear?" blurted out Leanne just as John was starting to take his shot.

"You want me to prove it?" Before she received a response Sue popped open the buttons on her jeans and turned her back to the table. Carefully she eased the denim passed her hips and exposed her bare arse to her two playing partners. "See!"

"Nice!" was all John could say as he admired her rear.

"You should see it when it's bouncing up and down on some cock!" added Leanne who was also appreciating her friend's naked flesh.

As Sue covered herself back up, John started to line up his shot again. She was fastening the buttons on her jeans as she checked out her friend's body. "You're wearing too many clothes!"

"What do you mean?" asked Leanne as she looked down at her outfit. "I've only missed one shot so far."

"Well I've only got a t-shirt and jeans on," replied Sue. "Footwear doesn't count, but you've got at least three things on. I know you're not wearing a bra 'cos I can see your tits through that tight, little top of yours. But you're probably wearing panties or something under those leggings."

Leanne liked where this conversation was going and knew they had John's full attention. "What do you want me to do? Take my panties off because you came out half-dressed?"

"I-It's only fair," suggested the landlord helpfully.

"She can't take her panties off over her leggings, John," replied Sue. "But she can take her leggings off."

"What? How is that fair?" argued the younger girl.

"You know you like showing your panties off in public. Stop pretending to be upset." Sue wrapped her arms around her friend's waist and took hold of her leggings. "John, come and give me a hand."

Slightly startled by the last few minutes, John took a moment to realise what he'd been asked to do before eventually moving around the pool table to join the two girls. Leanne was facing away from the old man and Sue had dropped to the floor in front of her friend with her face at the same height as Leanne's crotch.

The pub owner stood watching as Sue began to pull Leanne's tight black leggings passed her arse, showing off her pink lacy panties, and continue downwards until they were around her ankles. John just stared at the tight, panty covered rear so close to his swollen erection. If it grew any more he'd be poking her between her perfect arse cheeks.

"Ooh, Sue!" giggled Leanne. "Your face is in just the right position! Fancy sorting me out?"

"Don't get too excited just yet," replied Sue, even though she was tempted to just lean forward slightly and bury her tongue in her friend's pussy. "Get her clothes off, John."

"Don't get too carried away, John-boy. Just the leggings for now," added Leanne. "Help me onto the table." The landlord supported Leanne while she climbed up onto the table with her leggings around her ankles. As soon as she was ready he quickly yanked them off over her pumps with a firm tug. "Happy now?"

"After seeing you in those hot little panties, I'm definitely happy," replied Sue watching her friend jump back down from the pool table. She didn't hide the fact that she was checking her out. Leanne had a great body and Sue liked to look at it.

"You need to take your shot, John." Leanne was gesturing to the owner of the pub who was in more of a daze than ever.

The older man turned back to the table, trying to regain some level of concentration after what had just happened. Carefully he aimed his cue and was about to connect when he heard, "Have your tits got bigger?" The next thing he saw was the white ball skidding off into the side pocket.