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Sixteen Pieces

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 01 Aug 1999 0 comments
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Sixteen Pieces by Sequel to "Mating Attack," published in the fiction section, 29 May 1999I showed up for the chess match just about right on time, and after scoring well for the first round, was taken into a side room for the second. There, the doors were locked and a sheet drawn across the window. I faced my opponent, who looked about twenty, with a body to die for, red hair, blue eyes, freckles (at her age!) -She was already seated and I couldn't see the legs, but guessed they'd be well-proportioned. I got my chance when, captivated by her beauty, I fumbled and dropped my pen on the floor. I bent to pick it up. She had loose, baggy shorts that ended not far below her waist, and white cotton undies; these showed the merest hint of red hair beneath. Her legs and feet were bare and indeed beautiful, and her ankles - I sprang to attention. I picked my pen up and we commenced play. I watched over the next hour as, with horror, my position became morerestricted. My game had its back to the wall, and because of where we sat, I did too! Then pieces started to fall. First the King's Pawn. I started to feel hot and took off my jacket. Queen's pawn and Queen-Bishop pawn in that order, and my shoes came off. The queen's knight and bishop fell, and my feet still felt so restricted that I surreptitiously eased my socks off. Surreptitious indeed, but not enough. I felt a well-shaped foot run over my own, then it crawled up my leg and planted itself firmly in my crotch. As she locked and unlocked her knee, her sole massaged my dick through my trousers and her toes, flexing, tweaked the head. I lost another piece. At this stage, the weather didn't have to make me feel warm; the rising lust in me was doing that quite effectively. My jumper came off. Six pieces. >>The game went on. Seven, and the massage below intensified, and I felt the need to loosen my tie. I looked; we were alone in the room. Eight and nine, and I cheated and took my cufflinks off. Finally I captured one of hers. She gritted her teeth and whipped off her t-shirt. Her breasts were not large, but they were full and well-supported, and she did not look like she needed the bra she wore. This only produced a further heat down below. I looked at her. "You know, the more you distract me, the more I take off," I said, but she only smiled. Pieces ten and eleven lost me my shirt and belt. Twelve lost my trousers. Thirteen lost me my watch and the game. "Now," she said, "I'll show you where you went wrong." She came and stood behind me. I sat there in underpants, which were tented by my raging erection. "This is the defence, which will lead to a draw." She showed that by sacrificing all pieces but the king, I could avoid outright loss, but my glasses and my hat were on the table, and her hand was gently caressing my dick, which seemed to have gained a centimetre of length for every piece I lost. She lost a few too, in the final attack, and I saw her shorts descend to the floor and her bra follow. The thought of how she must look almost naked was proving too much. Her delicate fingers slid my proudly erect member out of my undies as she bent over to pick the king off the board with her teeth. I was at fever pitch as I slid hers off and clamped a hand around her wonderfully tight backside and guided her onto my lap with one hand tucked beneath, where I could fuck her with my fingers as she built my dick towards an explosion it couldn't and didn't refuse.