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two nights ago I filled in for santa...
last night how could I help but dream of Christine.
Sweet as honey and hotter than sin; the goddess-like curves of christine's supple breasts and slender waist were barely hinted at beneath that lowcut, down-soft sweater- but her tentalizing hips and perfect ass were not hiden at all by her paper thin, spandex-tight, denim jeans. Long silky strands of golden hair; beautiful deep, emotion-filled eyes; and a pretty, slender face.
but what she was wearing wasn't important for too awful long... She asked me to teach her to play poker... I knew I was no shark, but Christine is a card guppy if ever there was one! It was amazing how quickly she ran out of chips. Now, we weren't playing for cash to begin with, I just split my chips up into two piles and we started... but now I had all the chips and she has nothing. I told her if she wanted to keep playing she would have to find something else to bet with- but she thought she didn't have anyting on her worth betting. So I innoncently suggested (only half jokingly) that she bet her sweater. And she said she was afaraid to, because she just knew I would raise her and she would have nothing to match my raise... So I told her I would buy it outright for $100 worth of chips, (we had started with $500 each) and she could bet as much or as little of that as she like... she blushed and looked donw for a moment, then she said "sure."
It was a simple white cotton bra underneath, nothing too firlly- and I had seen her in her bikini before - which was actually even more revealing than this, but there was certainly something more exciting about this. Probably in large part becuase I'm just not supposed to see her in her bra.
I won her jeans shortly there after... she let me unfasten the button, work the zipper, and gently peel my reward off her gorgeous body. I wanted to see what was beneath those french cut white cotton panties... but I knew by this point that I would have to use and abuse my moderate card skills to do so...
last night how could I help but dream of Christine.
Sweet as honey and hotter than sin; the goddess-like curves of christine's supple breasts and slender waist were barely hinted at beneath that lowcut, down-soft sweater- but her tentalizing hips and perfect ass were not hiden at all by her paper thin, spandex-tight, denim jeans. Long silky strands of golden hair; beautiful deep, emotion-filled eyes; and a pretty, slender face.
but what she was wearing wasn't important for too awful long... She asked me to teach her to play poker... I knew I was no shark, but Christine is a card guppy if ever there was one! It was amazing how quickly she ran out of chips. Now, we weren't playing for cash to begin with, I just split my chips up into two piles and we started... but now I had all the chips and she has nothing. I told her if she wanted to keep playing she would have to find something else to bet with- but she thought she didn't have anyting on her worth betting. So I innoncently suggested (only half jokingly) that she bet her sweater. And she said she was afaraid to, because she just knew I would raise her and she would have nothing to match my raise... So I told her I would buy it outright for $100 worth of chips, (we had started with $500 each) and she could bet as much or as little of that as she like... she blushed and looked donw for a moment, then she said "sure."
It was a simple white cotton bra underneath, nothing too firlly- and I had seen her in her bikini before - which was actually even more revealing than this, but there was certainly something more exciting about this. Probably in large part becuase I'm just not supposed to see her in her bra.
I won her jeans shortly there after... she let me unfasten the button, work the zipper, and gently peel my reward off her gorgeous body. I wanted to see what was beneath those french cut white cotton panties... but I knew by this point that I would have to use and abuse my moderate card skills to do so...