Axe me again

The next round you plant one in the bullseye, but then it’s your turn to have an axe slip out of your hand. Huntress easily beats you and feigns detachment as you pull your T-shirt off over your head.

“Well?” you say, indicating your bare chest and arms.

“Eh, you’ll do,” she says with a shrug as she turns back to the game.

“Ah, the three words every man is willing to settle for…”

She makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like a snicker.

Your next throw you get one in the bullseye and two 4s. Huntress puts two in the bullseye and you figure you're about to lose your pants. But her foot slips and her last axe lands in the 2-row.

"Fucking leggings!" she yells to the heavens and practically tears them off her legs. It'd be comical if you weren’t so distracted by her strong, sleek legs and her panties which are...

She’s wearing enormous cotton granny panties that have been washed so many times it's anybody's guess what color they started out as. They are the least sexy underwear you've ever seen and the contrast with her sleek, toned body couldn't be stronger.

"Shut up!" she says before you can say anything. "I can't wear nice panties with the suit, they ride up in my crack and not in a fun way.” You can't tell what embarrasses her more, being half naked or being seen in the Ugly Panties. You hold up your hands in mock surrender and turn away so she can’t see how hard you’re trying not to laugh.

You recover the axes and hand her three, making a point of keeping your eyes focused on her face, still partially hidden behind the mask. She meets your gaze, her dark eyes smoldering. You stand aside for her to throw, and as she steps forward you let your eyes travel the length of her beautiful body, drinking in every curve, every muscle and every scar. You continue to stare appreciatively as she begins throwing. She pretends to ignore you, but her throws reveal her distraction - she scores only a 5 and two 4s, which you easily beat.

“Gosh, I hope I’m not distracting you or anything,” you say as innocently as you can manage.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” She looks down at her remaining clothes and you sense she’s tempted to get rid of the ugly granny panties first. But then she lets out a sigh and looks you in the eyes. You both hold eye contact as she reaches down to grab her sports bra and with that wonderful cross-arm motion that only women can do she whips it up and off over her head, finishing with a championship hair toss.

You hold her gaze for as long as you can - which feels like forever but is probably all of five seconds - before letting your eyes roam downward.