A deal is a deal

Grinning like a chesshire cat, Carol stood up. "Cheeky," she said and unclasped the snap on her shorts. "The way you stare at me..." she said, her voice trailing off and then she blushed deeply enough to be seen through her dark skin. She bent at the hips, giving me a glorious view of her cleavage as she bent and her pendulous tits strained against the fabric. She pushed the shorts to the floor and looked up at me as she stood up, grinning even wider.

My cock was straining as I anticipated seeing her panties. They had to be something tiny, I've never seen her with a panty-line against those shorts. Red lace, of course they were red lace, they had to be.

Carol stood up and my mouth dropped open. She was standing there, naked from the waste down. I looked quick to make sure there weren't any panties in the shorts, and there were none. I looked back up and her furry pussy was there, a hint of drops of her pussy juice on the thickest part of her muff, and then she spread her legs after planting her feet at shoulder-width apart, giving me just the most perfect view of her protruding lips, backlit by the light streaming in the window behind her.

"Are you going to play or stare?" she asks after a few seconds, hell, maybe it was a few hours.

Your heart is jackhammering in your chest and you manage to swallow dryly before ripping your gaze back to the chess board. Shereen is fumingly pissed, her arms crossed, her lips pursed, the vein on her neck standing out.

"I can't fucking believe you," she said and then looked to the board and moved a piece. Hey, wait, she took your knight!