Away at Conference

I was looking forward to leaving the cold of the Midwest for the warmer temperatures in Texas. Our Company had decided to hold its winter conference in Southwestern Texas at a posh golf resort. And as in the past, the meeting would bring in members of our sales team from across the country.

After the first day of meetings we headed off to a private part of the resort for a reception and dinner. As often is the case, there was drinking and socializing going on and laughter could be heard at every corner of the room. The food was of southwestern Tex-Mex variety and the beer and mixed drinks flowed freely.

I had been hanging around some of our reps from our western region and they had decided to move to the back part of the restaurant where there were a couple of pool tables. Our group had been playing pool for about 30 minutes when I found myself getting teamed up with Mary. Mary was an average looking lady with large breasts, a slender figure and long flowing brown hair. I had worked with Mary throughout the year and found her to be a nice lady who had recently gotten a divorce. The pool game was a lot of fun with everyone talking smack and drinking beer. Mary and I won our game and prepared to take on the next team. “Well, that was easy” she said. Answering back, “Yep, you played well”.

As we began winning each team we played we began to get comfortable with each other and became a couple of smartasses. The smack talk flowed freely, as did the booze. And before long we had beaten anyone who dared to team up against us. Mary wanted to keep playing pool, and asked, “You wanna keep playing?” “Sure” I said, “what do you want to play for?” Mary looked at me for a moment and then smiling said “Oh, I dunno, how ‘bout the winner get’s the looser to do anything they ask for the rest of the night.” For the first time I began to look at Mary in a different way. What did she mean by that comment? I wondered… “Anything?” I asked. Setting up the balls again Mary answered, “Well, within reason, of course.” “You’re on” was my response.

Now I’m not the best pool player, but neither was Mary. Our earlier winning streak had been heavily influenced by good luck Either that, or our opponents were drunk. Still, we played a good, close game. Throughout the game we gave each other some smack talk, each poking jabs at the other’s ability, or lack thereof. At this point we were alone in the pool table area, as everyone had returned to the bar for more drinking. And when a waitress came in to ask if everything was OK, Mary said “Perfect. Things are perfect.” “I think I’ll switch to a 7 and 7”. Looking at me the waitress asked “how about you sir?” “Ah, I’ll just have a bottle of water, thanks” Upon hearing my request for water Mary stopped eyeing up her shot and looking over her shoulder said “so you think switching to water will give you advantage?” “Nah” I said. “I’m just pacing myself.” Mary looked back at her shot and said “Not me. I’m just getting started”.

I won the first game and began asking, “So, I wonder what I should have you do for me?” when Mary shot back “Best 2 out of 3”. Mary began to rack them up again and handed me the pool cue. This time I noticed her hold the stick a little longer. Stilling holding on the cue she slammed back the last of her drink and asked for another. I had lost count of just how many drinks Mary had downed, but I was pretty sure she wasn’t feeling any pain. This was confirmed when I began to size up my break shot and I looked over across the table and Mary turned sideways to me and was undoing the top button of her top. She then turned and leaned forward in my direction. Smiling, Mary said, “Now concentrate. We want a clean break.”

From where we were to the rest of our group, no one could see us. So no one but me could see the ample cleavage Mary had just opened up for me. Staring back I responded with “Mary, I’m afraid you’ll have to do more than that to get me to mess this game up.” I made my breaking shot and sank four balls. Mary was giggling a little bit as she stood up. I noticed that she didn’t button her blouse back up. “Hmmm,” I began to wonder. Could this evening get even more interesting? Time would tell.

We traded turns and when it was my turn again Mary sat on the corner of the table and leaned back in a very seductive pose. As she did this I was certain that yet another button had been unfastened. Taking a sip of her drink, Mary smiled and said, “Is this having any affect on your shooting yet?” Swallowing hard I said, “Well, it might if I thought you were being serious”. I took my shot and sank a ball. When I stood straight and walked around the table to size up my next shot Mary walked by me and slid her hand across my hip and ass. Then right before she lifted her hand off my ass she gave my ass check a little squeeze. “Hmmm” I said, “you must be getting nervous that I might win.” Taking another drink Mary winked at me.

As I sized up my next shot I saw Mary look around the room as if to see if the coast was clear. Then she lifted her blouse from her pants letting it hang natural. Next she quickly unbuttoned the last of her buttons and leaned over the opposite side of the table to look at me. When she did this her entire chest was exposed and her ample breasts were barely concealed by a red lace bra. “How about now?” she asked. “Well, I must admit it’s getting a little harder for me to focus on the game.” Grinning, she reached inside her blouse and unfastened the front of her bra and pulled the cups back to totally expose her beautiful breasts. Her tits had to be D-cups, for sure. Their pale white color was in sharp contrast to her brown nipples and open burgundy blouse. I stood frozen. “What’s the matter?” she asked. All I could say was “Wow!” Laughing, Mary said, “Go ahead, make your shot. Or are you conceding the game?” I was on to her little game now. She was determined to win at all costs. So I thought “Two can play at that game.” I leaned in and took my shot. Mary’s breasts were having an affect on my aim and my penis. I missed the shot, as my penis begin to harden.

Laughing, Mary sarcastically said, “I guess you can’t concentrate, can you?” and re-fastened two buttons on her blouse. This would hide her breasts just in case someone returned to the room, but left me to think wild thoughts about what I had just seen. Trying to figure out what I could do to get Mary’s concentration messed up, I positioned myself behind her for her next shot. As she was bent over in preparation of her shot I said, “Mary, you sure have a nice ass.” Mary let her head fall towards the table and laughed. “That’s not going to work on me, Jeff” “Really?” I questioned. “OK, then I’ll shut up”. And just before Mary was to shoot I again spoke up and said “Really, Mary.