The early rounds are fairly even

The cards are shuffled and dealt and the game begins.

At first it looks to Alex like it will be an easy victory. Nathalie is drunk and clearly not very good at cards. She has a tendency to over-estimate the strength of her hand and therefore over-commit her wagers. She also has a couple of obvious tells: she licks her lips whenever she is considering the strength of a hand, but when she is bluffing she only looks at the cards once and then focusses on looking confident.

She bets heavily on poor hands and quickly loses her white t-shirt. She strips it over her head quickly and without comment, revealing her pretty white bra and toned stomach.

The problem, Alex soon realises, is Isolde. She's not only drunk but also full of nervous exitement, and her tells are more obvious even than Nathalie's. At one point she practically giggles at a good hand, leading Nathalie to sensibly fold. Playing as a team is immensely difficult, and this gives solo Nathalie a clear advantage.

Isolde had changed into a simple blue frock for dinner, which is rumpled and hangs loose around her body. Within five minutes of Nathalie losing her t-shirt Isolde is shame-facedly slipping the straps from her shoulders and letting it drift down her slender figure.

"Nice," says Nathalie playfully, eyeing the embarrassed Irish girl's petite figure and tiny light blue underwear. "I can see why you keep her, Alex."

Alex, who lost his shirt in the same round, finds himself agreeing. Isolde's curly auburn hair is still a mess, but she looks great. Her bra holds small looking breasts and her figure is slim and smooth.

Nathalie loses her khaki trousers next, shimmying them down her body to reveal a set of tight white panties that matches her bra. She doesn't seem at all embarrassed, either due to the **** or the fact that's she's an old hand at strip poker, and focusses immediately on dealing the next round.

We need to win, Alex thinks. If I'm to have any chance of getting Nathalie on her back, we need to win!

The next hand passes in a flurry and Nathalie loses again, despite Isolde's on going unhelpful contributions. She unhooks her bra at the back, finally blushing, and removes it quickly. Her breasts are gorgeous, her nipples pink and aroused.

I want to suck on those tits, Alex thinks. So close!

"Over here, posh," Isolde grins, and Nathalie tosses her bra over to the Irish girl.

"Laugh it up, Irish," she says.

The next round is tense. Isolde and Alex run out of money and have to gamble their bra and trousers respectively. Alex isn't confident about their hand - three fives is good but not great - and prays Isolde doesn't give the game away. The bets continue until Nathalie has staked her panties and called them out.

"Three kings!" Nathalie says with clear relief, laying down her cards. She takes a satisfied swig of wine. "Ok Irish, now let's see those puppies!"

Isolde stands, face lowered, and unclasps her blue bra. Alex, who has quickly kicked his jeans off, licks his lips. He's often wondered what Isolde's tits looked like, and now he'd finally know.

She slips the bra off and hands it to Nathalie one-handed, using her other arm to cover her breasts. She looks very small in just her tiny blue panties.

"Come on, Irish," Nathalie says, sitting back in her chair, her own breasts confidently on display, nipples now fully erect. "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

She's right of course. Isolde is a member of the swim team and trains with them regularly, so the girls have been naked together on many occasions. But this feels different - there is a heat, a tension in the air, almost palpable.... and very sexual.

Making a face, Isolde drops her arm. Her breasts are as small as Alex expected, but pert and firm with lovely swollen nipples. She looks great. She glances in his direction, sees his look, and blushes further and sits down.

Nathalie deals the cards. "I guess this is the last hand, boys and girls. Someone's getting naked and this time it isn't me!"

Alex is all too aware of how his boxers are tenting out at the front. A bit of good luck, he thinks. That's all I need!