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Twisting On The Gallows Pole
Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
Twister?” “Simple,” I said. “Play like normal, but when you foul you remove a piece of clothing.” “So what constitutes a foul?” “We’ll play by ear,” I grinned, laying out the mat. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you if you do anything wrong.” “Uh oh. I sense trouble.” “No. You sense fun,” I said. “Trust me. How many pieces of clothing are you wearing?” He had already taken off his tie and shoes. He did a quick tally. “Five.” “Hmmm. I have three,” I said, watching his face carefully to make sure I caught the disappointment when he realised I was actually wearing panties, which are not part of our tradition with this school dress. “I’ll have to put on some socks,” I said reaching back into my bag and bringing out the next part of my master plan to soften him up. I had them already pre-rolled and ready to go: sheer white stockings with elasticised lacy tops that don’t need suspenders. I sat on the couch and rolled them slowly over my feet and up my legs while he watched. They finished about half way up my thighs, just a few inches below the hem of my dress. I stood up again, smoothing out my dress and looked down at the stockings. “Will these do?” “Socks?” he said, sensing that I might have more surprises in store. “These old things? Don’t you like them? You could always just take your socks off and we could both start with three,” I said innocently. “You know Google says your prudey old 1980’s people started with eight or more.” “No,” he said, resignedly. “I have no objection to ... the socks.” His eyes hadn’t stopped flipping between the sheer white nylon and the strip of bare thigh above. “No objection at all.” “Good,” I smiled, standing on my two dots at one end of the game mat, wiggling my hips to make my dress sway enticingly above the stockings. “I’m glad that’s settled. Get set Gadget man.” “Who’s running the spinner?” he asked. “Oh, you poor Luddite,” I giggled, getting out my phone and opening the voice-activated Twister app. “There’s an app for that, Grandad! Spin!” I called. “ Left foot … yellow ,” said the phone. His right foot was already on yellow so he quickly moved his other foot over to the adjacent dot. Rather than staying on my end of the mat, I stretched all the way to the next yellow in front of him to trap him at that end. My legs were spread pretty wide, but low-centre-of-gravity is my thing. I wasn’t worried. After a few moves we were both crouched down at his end of the mat and I had him penned. We already had two limbs on yellow and when it came up again I quickly snagged the nearest vacant dot, leaving only the very far end for him. He touched me as he reached behind me with one of those long arms and I bumped him back, knocking him on his ass. “Foul for sitting,” I piped in as soon as he touched down. “And another foul for touching me. Lose the socks, Sir.” He looked at me with a scowl and a smile all in one. “Am I to understand that bumping is permitted, Belinda?” “Who bumped?” I said innocently. “I was just getting set to ...