I like to play pool, a lot and developed the of habit of visiting a local watering hole a few times a week in the afternoon long before the rocking party starts. I put a 10 in the pool table and a 10 in the jukebox and play everything Stevie Ray Vaughn on the machine. The regulars were there and we all said our hellos as I took my place at my regular table.
I'm on my third rack and deep into Texas Flood rocking the joint when I notice him come in. He looked exactly like the actor John Laughlin in Ode to Billy Jack that old 70's movie with the peace loving Green Beret martial artist that kicked some serious ass while protecting a bunch of hippies and natives. It wasn't hard to believe that he was Billy Jack; he had that same quiet poise but animal strength seething just under the surface. He looked 37ish, his dark hair was shorn tight to the skull military style, his face was strong and his beard and mustache were clipped short too, the facial hair was the only thing different between this guy and Billy Jack. I noticed his back pack, filled to the brim, the walking stick he carried looked like he'd cut it down from the top of a tree and whittled it down to the staff he held. He was obviously down on his luck but he was clean and alert, no tracks scarring up his arms or DT twitches... definitely not a rotting drug addict living from one fix to the next.
He asked a couple of guys at the bar if the place was looking for any help, they all said no and then he asked if they'd like to play some pool and give him a chance to buy some lunch. The old guys didn't play pool... they just sat and bullshit over their beers but they pointed in my direction. And I heard Buck tell him
"Good luck boy, you're gonna need it. She's a real shark."
I heard most of the conversation and wasn't surprised when he came up behind me and I turned as he said
"Hi, these guys were just saying that you were a pool shark. I was hoping maybe you could teach me a thing or two?" He reached in his pocket for quarters.
"Don't worry about that the machine is full. My names Tina and you are?" I extended my hand for a firm hand shake.
"Mike, ma'am pleasure to meet you." He was so polite and soft spoken I wondered how he'd ended up where he was.
"So what are we playing?" he cleared his throat as I looked him directly in the eyes.
"Your preference, ma'am."
"Eight Ball; call your shots including rails; ball in hand on a miss. You rack." I didn't say anything else just re-chalked my hand and stick all the while watching him from the corner of my eye. I wasn't the type of girl that guys tried to pick up but I noticed him watching me. Maybe there were still some guys out there that liked us thick chicks. I pulled my long blonde hair back and into a pony tail, I wanted him to see my ample cleavage and deep tan lines while I kicked his ass at pool. My jeans were tight and my tank top tighter hugging each of my luscious curves from shoulder to heel. I had my shit kickers on that day and I looked every bit the pool playing bitch I pretended to be.
I broke and we played silently for a few shots. I leaned over going for a long shot across the green calling the 7 ball off 2 rails and slammed it straight into the corner pocket with a quick lift of my tush and flick of the wrist that made her sure he wasn't looking at the ball. I squeezed passed him for a shot from the tight corner of the table and ended in his lap as I bent over; his legs spread further apart and I could feel his cock semi hard pressed against my bottom.
"Pardon me, sir." I said with a husky laugh and shot the entire rack without him having a chance to pick up a cue.
Game over and he wasn't happy; he was hoping to make a few bucks for food and laundry but at least the company was good. She was tall and curvy and had a sexy swing to her step; he liked that she had a little extra cushion that gave her the curves of a '40s pin up model. Her blonde hair was gorgeous; her tanned face glowed and he wondered what she was doing in a dive in the middle of the afternoon. His prick had jerked in his jeans when she'd pressed against him to take her shot. She'd just kicked his ass so he held his hands up and said
"Guess those fella's were right, you are a shark. I bow to your superior cue skills" She smiled at him and laughed
"Hardly superior... you were just playing with the wrong stick." We both laughed "How 'bout some lunch Mike?" he kind of got a panicked look and shrugged "Look, your moneys no good here so lets get some lunch, ok?" He blushed and my body surged as I called for the bartender.
"That would be great, thank you." His face remained red and his eyes downcast as Lori came over to take our order
"Hey girl we're gonna get some lunch. You want a beer or something, Mike?"
"No, thanks I don't drink. Soda?" I saw the demons flickering behind his eyes.
We ordered and I asked if he wanted to play another game; he smiled, nodded and got busy racking the balls. He started tapping his feet to the music and softly humming under his breath and I enjoyed watching his stress and taut muscles relax. It was cold outside and I knew this was a nice reprieve from the elements but he also seemed to be enjoying the game, the music and the food.
Sitting across from him as we were eating I noticed that his table manners were exemplary. He was no street thug; underneath all that scruffy beard and strong exterior was a man born a gentleman and again my mind flew through a million questions that I'd never ask.... How had he ended up on the streets? He laughed easily and talked quietly; he exuded the very essence of Billy Jack and I felt my pussy warming and filling.
"You up for a few more games or do you need to head out?" I asked my flirt in high gear
"I'm not in a hurry and to be honest I'm enjoying the company." He smiled and my stomach did a somersault.
We played for a few hours; brushing up against each other when passing to make a shot; placing my hand on his shoulder or knee whenever I was near enough to do so. The time was spent and as the regulars started falling out I started packing up my cue and said
"Well it's time for me to head out, Mike, it's been a pleasure." I held out my hand; he took it in both of his, kissing the knuckles lightly and our eyes met.
"Thank You." They were the only words he could manage but I saw the gamut of emotions that flickered in his eyes and a thousand words were spoken.
I wanted to do more to help him, a lot more like raping him in the bathroom, but instead I slid the $50 I had into the back pocket of his jeans and grabbed his ass as I asked
"Can I give you a lift somewhere?" not wanting to be rid of him
"Is there a laundry mat nearby?"
"Yes, just around the corner, come on I'll take you."
"You've done so much already, thank you." He was truly humble and his tongue came out to moisten his lips and my wet pussy began to throb. I just tossed my head to the side in the direction of the door.
We didn't say anything as I drove him to the laundry mat but he did hold my hand and bring it to his lips a few times. When I parked I looked over at him and ran my finger lightly down the side of his face and across his brow, wanting to ease the pain I saw in his eyes. Captain Morgan and his spicy rum had made me daring and I reached across the car and felt his cock as it began to harden and grow. He didn't say anything just unzipped his pants and pulled out his big cock so I could stroke it. It was broad daylight and a busy strip mall so I look around quickly before dipping my head down and taking his dick all the way into my mouth. I sucked and stroked for just a moment or two, hearing him breath and gasp spurred me on and I began fucking him with my mouth until he asked
"Spit or Swallow... I'm about to cum."
"Swallow" I mumbled with my mouth full and he shot his load while I drank and sucked every drop. That was the quickest blowjob in history but then he mumbled something about not getting laid for 7 months; I was pleased that I had truly given him another gift.
It was only a moment and so fleeting that I reached up once again to stroke his face. He smiled and leaned into my caress and mouthed the words silently
"Thank You"
To which I returned in the same manner
"Your welcome"
He grabbed his bag from the back came around to the drivers side window and knelt down and kissed the hand I extended once more and smiled.
I drove home clutching my crotch and squeezing my thighs together each bump in the road pressing against my hard clit until I came as I pulled in the drive.
I'm going to the movie store right now and buying the Billy Jack series on DVD that will all the porn I need to see for a while!!
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