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was as I do just putting search terms in Google, Yahoo and the likes to
see if I could find anything new.
God, have I just had a weird experience and a half. Not really sure I should be posting this here for you all to read. I’ve just been away to a convention with work. My friend Dianne was with me. The convention was really slow and boring so we decided to skip the second afternoon session and had for a local bar. We walked in a saw a group of younger women sat around the bar still wearing their convention tags so we spoke to them and introduced ourselves and they invited us to join them. You had a few drinks and soon where shall we say tipsy. One of the young girls asked the bar keep what was through the curtains and he said that after dark they had a friendly poker game. After a little gentle persuasion he allowed us to view the little alcove room. The slightly older of the three girls asked if the bar keep had a deck for us to play. He said that state law prohibited gambling for money prior to some time in the early evening but we could play for fun if we wished.
A deck of cards was produced and we gathered around the table. The rear wall had a rack of shelving with various boxes and odds and ends on it. The side wall had a fire escape door and the other side had a internal door labelled store. The table was a large round table that had had some felt glued onto it and it had seen better days with drink stains and cigarette burns. The chairs where a hotchpotch of shapes and sizes and degrees of comfort.
I sat nearest the curtain the as I said covered the alcove. The bartender had said it had to remain closed even though it was very quite in the bar in case any cop happened by. We sat down to play and the middle of the three girls said that she could play if there was nothing worth winning. The leader of the pack said well if she wanted she could play for her new sports car. After a little joking around Dianne surprised me and said that when she was at college she use to play for what she was wearing. That had us all laughing but then I sensed a changed atmosphere. The young of the girls said she often had played strip with her friends at the church youth club. We all looked at the idea of strip poker being played at a church youth club. It fell silent a hint of expectation in the air and the middle one said. “Okay, we’ll play for our clothes”. We al burst out laughing and saying that sitting around in our smalls or worse was not a good idea. But the idea had been planted and Dianne called the other younger two chicken. They retaliated by saying that they didn’t think I was the type. Dianne before I could answer assured them that I was and that we could whip their arses.
The banter was interchanged with play ideas and ante rules and before long a game was hatched. I tried to back off but Dianne and the leader would hear of it and I’m pretty pathetic willed when drunk as I was.
Well I hadn’t figured on loosing to badly since Dianne was a good player and I wasn’t bad. We often played penny with the guys at work and won, or at lease didn’t lose. I soon had to pay up to stay in the game and my jacket came off over my chair. The next to pay up was the younger of the three who discarded her shoes and had to stand so we could see her bare feet and legs. Next on the losing streak was Dianne. She removed her heels then lost again to remove her skirt. She’d voluntarily removed her jacket when we entered the alcove and had placed it over the back of her chair. It was deemed out of play. Then next she lost again and looked a bit concerned and thoughtful about what to remove and went for her pantyhose.
We need more drinks and it was Dianne’s round she produced a bill and past it to me. The youngsters called fowl and insisted that she went and got them. I watched in disbelief has shed stood and walked to the curtain and slipped out. We all just fell about gobsmacked. She returned about five minutes later calling out for us to part the curtains. She stepped in tray of drinks in hand and more importantly her blouse undone along its length. We all looked and she reported being short for the round but the bar tender had allowed her to pay otherwise. I just assumed that that meant undoing the blouse but the middle one asked what did you have to pay. “Oh a flash of the girls” as she called her boobs. I was completely stunned.
We dealt another hand and I lost again and decided on my shoes. Next to lose was the ring leader and she removed her shoes and being bare foot showed off her tanned feet, perfectly pedicured and varnished. Next to lose was Dianne again and the blouse was off. She sat there in her red silk bra and panties with black lace trims around the cups and waistband.
Then the middle girl hit a losing streak. She went down her shoes first and stood to reveal her bare feet. Then her dress which revealed her very plain but expensive snow white bra and panties. I forget as I type what they call this new style but it’s the fuller square style of bra and panties rather like the old game shorts but more elegant. The poor creature looked uncomfortable but not as uncomfortable as she was about to be. Her next payment was her bra which was very hesitantly removed and she did her best to cover her breasts. But Dianne insisted on a viewing and the young thing stood and dropped her arms.
Next to lose was me and I had to think what to remove. My pantyhose where the obvious thing but I’d have to struggle so in my drunken state I decided on my skirt. I stood undid the rear zip and carefully pushed its tight material over my hips and let it drop to the floor before picking it up. The girls could really see anything but my heart was pounding at the thought of sitting there with just a curtain concealing us from the outside world. We’d finish our round of drinks and it was the leaders turn to buy. She went off for the round and re-appeared some minutes later without any drinks and pulled back the curtain. Before Dianne, or the young thing could react the bar tender was in the alcove placing the drinks tray on the table. He definitely clocked the young things boobs before she could cover. Dianne looked a bit uncomfortable sat in just underwear and the bar tender smiled. “Not as good as yours doll”. He said.
He left us to our game and the young thing berated her friend. We dealt another hand and this time it was the leader. She slipped her hands up her dress and rustled around for a bit then with a elastic snap began to roll down her smalls. Sound what was obviously a black thong was rolled up around her knees and then pushed to her ankles. Lifting one foot at a time she stepped out.
Well next to hit an unfortunate losing streak was me. I could easily now remove my pantyhose so did. The girls insisted on a bare foot and leg twirl. Next was my blouse since it was a relatively short one I was no way going to discard my panties. I stood in designer teal blue bra and panties with a grey trim of embroidered lace around the waistband and leg holes and around the cups edge. It was unusually for me a front loader. I hadn’t realised it was a front loader when I ordered it on the internet shop. My boyfriend loved it so I kept it but discard him.
I then lost again. I didn’t like the idea of sitting boobs on show so I thought stupidly that removing my panties was a good option. I lifted each bum cheek one at a time and pushed the panties off my bum to be trapped around my thigh by the chair I was sitting down on. I then had to stand slightly to push them down to my knees and the youngsters insisted that I remained standing and push them down to my ankles. The leader then realised and exclaimed. “You shave” I blushed and nodded. There then followed a conversation about my lack of hair and an insistence on my part to keep it covered and on their part for me to show it off as per the rules. I stood and uncovered bare bum to curtain, really scary, I was more intent on listening to the bar than their chatter about my silky smooth skin and how it had been accomplished. They had a fit of giggles at my mishap trimming which had led to the bald patch.
We started again and this time the topless youngster lost and off came the white panties to reveal that her blonde mop was not the genuine article. Her natural colour was a reddish brown. She was required to stand back and place hands on head for a slow twirl. She was asked if she still wanted to play and a new rule was made which meant she could play on by paying up in forfeits from the deals winner.
Next to lose was the younger girl. She removed her dress to be stood in pale blue bra and thong. Very nice. Then the leader lost and she looked les than happy. She’d removed her thong so now would be flashing her bush as she removed her dress. Well it came as a bit of a surprise when the dress was pulled up to reveal first her thick black bush but then her naked breasts. She was stood naked arms above her head dress tangled and asking for help. I stood being next to her flashing again myself but not realising this until I sat back down. She did her twirl and agreed to the forfeits.
Next to hit a losing streak was poor Dianne. Her bra was first and the girls agreed with the bar tender that they where exceptional. Then came her panties in the next deal and she was naked and twirling. Her trimmed genuine blonde bush on show and agreed to the forfeit deal. I should explain if you wanted to stay seated and see the others naked you had to agree to the forfeit deal else leave without your clothing. Only me and the young thing to go. She was one item up on me.
She remained that way has my bra was discarded onto the table. I stood naked and twirled for the girls. Then sat back down. I was offered the forfeit deal to remain in the game and see if we could get the young thing stripped. I foolishly agreed.
Next to lose was the leader to the middle girl. She wasted no time in giving her friend a diabolical forfeit. She had to stand facing the shelving rack and bend over legs spread for a ‘box show’ as the girl called it. I real thought that was to much and tried to pluck up the courage to say something. I wish I had later. We saw how wet she was.
Next to lose was poor Dianne and she had the same forfeit given to her but by the leader. She did it with good grace and the girls asked how she stayed so tight. She shown around pictures of her brood some three in total. Next to lose was the young thing and her bra came off. We started again and I lost. To Dianne, you remember her she was once my friend. She smiled and said “Its your turn for the drinks”. My stomach knotted and I had a cold sweat rush over my body. “No, Mam, no” I said and every one shook their head. I was really drunk by now and found myself rummaging in my purse for a 20 dollar bill not wanting to be short. Thinking the bar tender might have me flash. I was forgetting that I was naked.
I stood at the curtain swaying with the alcohol and breathing heavily. Half my brain was sober the other half drunk. I wished the other half was the half that was about to step out into a public bar naked. I pulled back the curtain and stepped out. The bar man and the two woman from the convention sat at the bar just looked gob-struck. I totted over to the bar trying to look cool and assured.
“Darling you’ve lost big time” one of the women said.
The bar tender put the order on a tray and insisted on carrying it back for me. Well when I opened the curtain the sight was not what I expected. The young thing had removed her panties and they all where stood bent over arse towards the curtain. I tried to turn and prevent the bar tender from coming in but the two ladies from the convention had followed us. The smart one had pulled back the curtain fully and just at that moment a crowd of guys from the convention walked in the side door. They clocked four pussies well displayed and one very naked 40 year old mother of two.
Sunday, April 1st 2012 - 12:40:00 AM
God, have I just had a weird experience and a half. Not really sure I should be posting this here for you all to read. I’ve just been away to a convention with work. My friend Dianne was with me. The convention was really slow and boring so we decided to skip the second afternoon session and had for a local bar. We walked in a saw a group of younger women sat around the bar still wearing their convention tags so we spoke to them and introduced ourselves and they invited us to join them. You had a few drinks and soon where shall we say tipsy. One of the young girls asked the bar keep what was through the curtains and he said that after dark they had a friendly poker game. After a little gentle persuasion he allowed us to view the little alcove room. The slightly older of the three girls asked if the bar keep had a deck for us to play. He said that state law prohibited gambling for money prior to some time in the early evening but we could play for fun if we wished.
A deck of cards was produced and we gathered around the table. The rear wall had a rack of shelving with various boxes and odds and ends on it. The side wall had a fire escape door and the other side had a internal door labelled store. The table was a large round table that had had some felt glued onto it and it had seen better days with drink stains and cigarette burns. The chairs where a hotchpotch of shapes and sizes and degrees of comfort.
I sat nearest the curtain the as I said covered the alcove. The bartender had said it had to remain closed even though it was very quite in the bar in case any cop happened by. We sat down to play and the middle of the three girls said that she could play if there was nothing worth winning. The leader of the pack said well if she wanted she could play for her new sports car. After a little joking around Dianne surprised me and said that when she was at college she use to play for what she was wearing. That had us all laughing but then I sensed a changed atmosphere. The young of the girls said she often had played strip with her friends at the church youth club. We all looked at the idea of strip poker being played at a church youth club. It fell silent a hint of expectation in the air and the middle one said. “Okay, we’ll play for our clothes”. We al burst out laughing and saying that sitting around in our smalls or worse was not a good idea. But the idea had been planted and Dianne called the other younger two chicken. They retaliated by saying that they didn’t think I was the type. Dianne before I could answer assured them that I was and that we could whip their arses.
The banter was interchanged with play ideas and ante rules and before long a game was hatched. I tried to back off but Dianne and the leader would hear of it and I’m pretty pathetic willed when drunk as I was.
Well I hadn’t figured on loosing to badly since Dianne was a good player and I wasn’t bad. We often played penny with the guys at work and won, or at lease didn’t lose. I soon had to pay up to stay in the game and my jacket came off over my chair. The next to pay up was the younger of the three who discarded her shoes and had to stand so we could see her bare feet and legs. Next on the losing streak was Dianne. She removed her heels then lost again to remove her skirt. She’d voluntarily removed her jacket when we entered the alcove and had placed it over the back of her chair. It was deemed out of play. Then next she lost again and looked a bit concerned and thoughtful about what to remove and went for her pantyhose.
We need more drinks and it was Dianne’s round she produced a bill and past it to me. The youngsters called fowl and insisted that she went and got them. I watched in disbelief has shed stood and walked to the curtain and slipped out. We all just fell about gobsmacked. She returned about five minutes later calling out for us to part the curtains. She stepped in tray of drinks in hand and more importantly her blouse undone along its length. We all looked and she reported being short for the round but the bar tender had allowed her to pay otherwise. I just assumed that that meant undoing the blouse but the middle one asked what did you have to pay. “Oh a flash of the girls” as she called her boobs. I was completely stunned.
We dealt another hand and I lost again and decided on my shoes. Next to lose was the ring leader and she removed her shoes and being bare foot showed off her tanned feet, perfectly pedicured and varnished. Next to lose was Dianne again and the blouse was off. She sat there in her red silk bra and panties with black lace trims around the cups and waistband.
Then the middle girl hit a losing streak. She went down her shoes first and stood to reveal her bare feet. Then her dress which revealed her very plain but expensive snow white bra and panties. I forget as I type what they call this new style but it’s the fuller square style of bra and panties rather like the old game shorts but more elegant. The poor creature looked uncomfortable but not as uncomfortable as she was about to be. Her next payment was her bra which was very hesitantly removed and she did her best to cover her breasts. But Dianne insisted on a viewing and the young thing stood and dropped her arms.
Next to lose was me and I had to think what to remove. My pantyhose where the obvious thing but I’d have to struggle so in my drunken state I decided on my skirt. I stood undid the rear zip and carefully pushed its tight material over my hips and let it drop to the floor before picking it up. The girls could really see anything but my heart was pounding at the thought of sitting there with just a curtain concealing us from the outside world. We’d finish our round of drinks and it was the leaders turn to buy. She went off for the round and re-appeared some minutes later without any drinks and pulled back the curtain. Before Dianne, or the young thing could react the bar tender was in the alcove placing the drinks tray on the table. He definitely clocked the young things boobs before she could cover. Dianne looked a bit uncomfortable sat in just underwear and the bar tender smiled. “Not as good as yours doll”. He said.
He left us to our game and the young thing berated her friend. We dealt another hand and this time it was the leader. She slipped her hands up her dress and rustled around for a bit then with a elastic snap began to roll down her smalls. Sound what was obviously a black thong was rolled up around her knees and then pushed to her ankles. Lifting one foot at a time she stepped out.
Well next to hit an unfortunate losing streak was me. I could easily now remove my pantyhose so did. The girls insisted on a bare foot and leg twirl. Next was my blouse since it was a relatively short one I was no way going to discard my panties. I stood in designer teal blue bra and panties with a grey trim of embroidered lace around the waistband and leg holes and around the cups edge. It was unusually for me a front loader. I hadn’t realised it was a front loader when I ordered it on the internet shop. My boyfriend loved it so I kept it but discard him.
I then lost again. I didn’t like the idea of sitting boobs on show so I thought stupidly that removing my panties was a good option. I lifted each bum cheek one at a time and pushed the panties off my bum to be trapped around my thigh by the chair I was sitting down on. I then had to stand slightly to push them down to my knees and the youngsters insisted that I remained standing and push them down to my ankles. The leader then realised and exclaimed. “You shave” I blushed and nodded. There then followed a conversation about my lack of hair and an insistence on my part to keep it covered and on their part for me to show it off as per the rules. I stood and uncovered bare bum to curtain, really scary, I was more intent on listening to the bar than their chatter about my silky smooth skin and how it had been accomplished. They had a fit of giggles at my mishap trimming which had led to the bald patch.
We started again and this time the topless youngster lost and off came the white panties to reveal that her blonde mop was not the genuine article. Her natural colour was a reddish brown. She was required to stand back and place hands on head for a slow twirl. She was asked if she still wanted to play and a new rule was made which meant she could play on by paying up in forfeits from the deals winner.
Next to lose was the younger girl. She removed her dress to be stood in pale blue bra and thong. Very nice. Then the leader lost and she looked les than happy. She’d removed her thong so now would be flashing her bush as she removed her dress. Well it came as a bit of a surprise when the dress was pulled up to reveal first her thick black bush but then her naked breasts. She was stood naked arms above her head dress tangled and asking for help. I stood being next to her flashing again myself but not realising this until I sat back down. She did her twirl and agreed to the forfeits.
Next to hit a losing streak was poor Dianne. Her bra was first and the girls agreed with the bar tender that they where exceptional. Then came her panties in the next deal and she was naked and twirling. Her trimmed genuine blonde bush on show and agreed to the forfeit deal. I should explain if you wanted to stay seated and see the others naked you had to agree to the forfeit deal else leave without your clothing. Only me and the young thing to go. She was one item up on me.
She remained that way has my bra was discarded onto the table. I stood naked and twirled for the girls. Then sat back down. I was offered the forfeit deal to remain in the game and see if we could get the young thing stripped. I foolishly agreed.
Next to lose was the leader to the middle girl. She wasted no time in giving her friend a diabolical forfeit. She had to stand facing the shelving rack and bend over legs spread for a ‘box show’ as the girl called it. I real thought that was to much and tried to pluck up the courage to say something. I wish I had later. We saw how wet she was.
Next to lose was poor Dianne and she had the same forfeit given to her but by the leader. She did it with good grace and the girls asked how she stayed so tight. She shown around pictures of her brood some three in total. Next to lose was the young thing and her bra came off. We started again and I lost. To Dianne, you remember her she was once my friend. She smiled and said “Its your turn for the drinks”. My stomach knotted and I had a cold sweat rush over my body. “No, Mam, no” I said and every one shook their head. I was really drunk by now and found myself rummaging in my purse for a 20 dollar bill not wanting to be short. Thinking the bar tender might have me flash. I was forgetting that I was naked.
I stood at the curtain swaying with the alcohol and breathing heavily. Half my brain was sober the other half drunk. I wished the other half was the half that was about to step out into a public bar naked. I pulled back the curtain and stepped out. The bar man and the two woman from the convention sat at the bar just looked gob-struck. I totted over to the bar trying to look cool and assured.
“Darling you’ve lost big time” one of the women said.
The bar tender put the order on a tray and insisted on carrying it back for me. Well when I opened the curtain the sight was not what I expected. The young thing had removed her panties and they all where stood bent over arse towards the curtain. I tried to turn and prevent the bar tender from coming in but the two ladies from the convention had followed us. The smart one had pulled back the curtain fully and just at that moment a crowd of guys from the convention walked in the side door. They clocked four pussies well displayed and one very naked 40 year old mother of two.
Sunday, April 1st 2012 - 12:40:00 AM
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