Fuck Me on The Pool Table
Today, friends, I’d like to tell you the spicy little story of that time I asked my boyfriend to fuck me on the pool table… in his new place of work. It’s a story of laughs, fucks, and absolutely terrible timing, so settle in and get comfortable.
Fuck me on the pool table
“Let me show you inside,” he said to me, taking me by the hand and signalling for me to be quiet.
I had to stifle a giggle. We were drunk, of course, and one of us – probably him – had had the great idea of “popping into the fire station.”
“Why would I want to do that?” I laughed.
“To see where I’ll be working,” he replied, with a slightly hurt look on his face.
I realised that he was proud to show me. “Of course,” I said, giving him a kiss. “How silly of me.”
We half-walked, half-ran from the bar, loudly whispering “sssshhhh” at each other every five minutes, before bursting into fits of even louder giggles. Oh, what drunken dickheads we were. But oh, what fun we always had.
He showed me around: engines here, we get dressed there, yadda yadda yadda.
“Put the outfit on, then,” I laughed at him.
“Not a chance,” he laughed back. “I’m too drunk to slip it back off quickly if the pager goes.”
I burst into another fit of giggles at the mental image of him, dressed up in all of his gear, showing off to his girlfriend, when all of the other fire-folk came rushing in.
“Fine, I want to see the pole.”
“The pole’s gone,” he explained, pointing. “It used to be over there, though.”
We walked around before climbing the rickety stairs that looked much older than they actually were. Then, I was at the top of what would have been the pole hole – in a large room that, I assumed, everyone chilled out when they weren’t off being heroes.
“Pool table over there,” he said, and I followed his gaze.
An idea lit up in my head like the metaphorical lightbulb moment, and I think it entered his head at exactly the same time. Slowly, almost in slow motion, we turned to look at each other.
“Fuck me on the pool table,” I whispered. “Then fuck me on the fire engine.”
He willingly obliged. Well, half of it, anyway.
He hoisted me up and placed me on the table as I pushed the balls away. They clunked loudly against each other before coming to a stop not far from where they’d originally started – which, of course, made us both giggle again.
“Get your trousers off, then,” he said, copying my earlier tone.
I did as I was told. He shuffled with his belt and jeans. Then, he fucked me – on the pool table, across it, over it, face down, face up, face pretty much every way you could think of. He hit a pool ball with his hand at one point, and it slowly rolled into the pocket. We watched, his dick still inside me, dead still, then cheered when it fell in.
It was one of those fucks that seemed to last for precisely three minutes, but actually went on for half-an-hour. Maybe it’s because we were a bit pissed. I like to think it’s because we had a whole load of fun in that one half-hour fuck. Time flies when you’re having fun, and all that.
Just as he was about to come, he tapped me on the thigh, an accidental signal between us that was as unromantic as it was romantic. It was my cue to drop down, open my mouth, and gulp down every last drop of him – which, of course, I gladly and gleefully did.
We collapsed to the floor in a heap after that, breathing heavy, still chuckling, still dripping.
“Don’t get too sleepy,” I warned him. “You’ve still got the fire engine to go yet.”
Just as he was about to reply, all hell broke loose. Pagers rang, alarms went off, landlines went mad. It was fire time… and we had to get the fuck out of there.
Sixty seconds later, as we hid in the alleyway across the road, naked, still scrambling to put our clothes on, we saw the first hero turn up.
“That was a close call!” I whispered.
“We’ll tackle the fire engine next time,” he winked.
We tackled it just a few weeks later! 😉
The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: That Grey Tie.
Thanks so much for reading my little dating and sex blog today! 🖤
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