Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... are you chicken? You can be first up."

"Done." Leila heard her voice saying it, but didn't quite believe it. At any rate, tonight she would be standing upright, not bending over shoving her ass out at all the guys. She checked on the rules in this bar: it was standard - double out. As she stepped up to the line for her first shot, she noticed that the darts area was on a dais that was raised about two feet above the rest of the bar and the board was on a short angled wall that ran across the corner. This combination meant that her ass was completely visible to almost every person in the entire room. She was on show as much as the dancers. She blushed as she let go her first dart. She and Cyndi shot a careful game, with Leila slightly ahead almost the whole time. Leila kept stepping down to the table, ostensibly for a sip of her beer, but actually so that she would not be as visible from the rest of the bar as she was on the dais.

Leila needed 20 to win, but her shots were all off. She tried for double 10 but got a double 6 instead. Instead of double 4 she got 4, and her final dart was just a hair outside the 2. She was left a 4. Cyndi was at 43 when she stepped up to the line. The first dart was smack in the middle of the 3. The second was double tops. Cyndi had won.

They both stepped down to the table, and Cyndi picked up the scissors. Before Leila knew what was happening there were two quick snips and both shoulder straps had been cut.

"Stop! Wait!" cried ...

... Leila. Cyndi paused with the point of the scissors just below the bra, right between Leila's swelling breasts. "I want a chance to win the bra back, and I can't do that once it's in pieces." Cyndi looked at Leila quizzically. "I will put up my panties against the bra."

Cyndi thought for a while. "I like the idea, but I have to get back to work, and won't be able to play until my next break - over two hours."

"I can persuade David to wait. But I need to win it back!"

"But since I've won the bra you can't wear it." Leila looked nervous about giving it up, so Cyndi said "You can hang onto it until you win it back, if you do, but you can't wear it."

"But I have nowhere to keep it."

"Well, if you push it down around your waist, I'll count it as a belt, not a bra until after the next game. And one last thing. If you lose the next game you have to play one quick game of 8 ball - no stakes. Just like the other day." Cyndi brandished the scissors, and Leila realized that she had to agree, or any chance of leaving the bar with her breasts covered was gone.

Leila nodded and pushed the bra down her body till it rested on her hips. She shivered as she saw the men at the next table devouring her tits with their eyes. David had been listening and she saw he was thoroughly enjoying her predicament. When she sat down beside him, he picked up the scissors and said, "Let's just tidy this up." He snipped off the remains of the shoulder straps. "Now you've got a new strapless ...