Top or bottom?

Both players potted on their next shot and the pressure passed after each successful turn. Leanne was trying her best to distract him with her body. Leaning over the table seductively and pulling her tiny vest top down to show more cleavage. John knew he couldn't afford another miss, especially with Leanne still so dressed. Fortunately for him he managed to focus enough to pot his next ball and level the scores once more.

"Three left each," said the pub landlord as he watched Leanne bend over the pool table for her shot. "It's getting tighter than your arse!"

Leanne rolled her eyes but didn't turn back to face the older man. She tried to focus on her shot, knowing she was only a few balls away from the black and one more miss by John would mean she was pretty much there. As she concentrated on what she was doing she could feel John staring intently on her arse in her tight leggings as it wiggled from side to side, lining up the shot.

She started to sway more with her tight backside attempting to excite the pub owner and make it to difficult for him to think when it was his turn next. Unfortunately it was Leanne who lost focus as she thought too much about wiggling her arse and not enough about her shot. The ball ricocheted off the cushion and away from the pocket.

"Damn it!" she cried, annoyed with herself for missing her opportunity to go back ahead. She slowly turned to face the old man with a nervous smile, suddenly realising what the missed shot meant for her.

"So what's it gonna be this time?" he asked expectantly. "Top or bottom?"

"You wanna see my arse, right?" Leanne watched John's face light up as she started teasing the waistband of her tight leggings, taunting him as she gave him brief flashes of her underwear. She might be about to lose more clothes but at least she could distract him enough to still give her a chance to win the game. Besides, it wasn't as though being half-naked in front of old men she hardly knew was a problem for her.

The young woman turned her back to her playing partner and pulled her leggings down over her arse. She heard the older man let out a brief groan of joy as he saw her pink lacy panties with her tight arse cheeks peeking out of the bottom. Leanne bent over at the waist and stuck her pantie covered arse skywards while she pulled her leggings down.

"Can you give me a hand?" John was transfixed watching the girl undressing he barely realised what she'd just said and it took a moment to register.

"Wh-What?" he stammered.

"Can you give me a hand?" she repeated. "These leggings are a bit hard to get off."

Leanne jumped up onto the pool table and sat waiting for John to come over. Eagerly he made his way over to the young woman and knelt before her. He looked up waiting for approval, half expecting there to be some kind of trick or a kick in the face. When Leanne just smiled at him he grabbed hold of her leggings and swiftly tugged them off over her pumps.

"That feels better!" she grinned as she hopped back down from the table. She was stood just inches away from the old man now and could feel his heavy breathing as he stared at her semi-exposed tight body. She was down to just her pumps, panties and cropped vest top now, and John was eager to see the rest of her. "Your turn then, John-boy. Make sure you don't miss!"

"Don't worry," he replied with a hint of sleaze in his voice. "I know just what I'm aiming for."