Never been gay, never ever thought about it. But here I am, watching her pull down her pants. Staring at her panties, (barely covering her shaved mound) noticing her curved hips, flat tummy, wanting to see the rest of her, feeling how wet I am.
Playing strip poker was her idea, I went along with no hesitation. I only lost my shoes, as you know now, she's half naked, and I couldn't stop looking and licking my lips.
She's so beautiful, midnight eyes, I swear they touch my soul. Long brown hair, flowing down her shoulders. Sensual, lips I want to kiss, and to kiss me, feel all over me.
I lose the next hand, before I decide what to remove, she says "change of rules, winner of hand removes next piece of clothing." She motions me to stand up, I feel my skin break out in goosebumps when her fingers touch just above my pants. My belt is undone, the snap and zipper of my jeans follow. Her hands work my tight jeans over my hips, she's sitting, her face right in front of my panties. I feel my wetness leak out, my aroma intoxicating to me, she has to smell it. My jeans come down my legs, my hands rest on her shoulders as I lift each leg.
I win the next hand, I motion for her to stand.