I was having a rather difficult day, the type where you sit back and wonder why you even got out of bed. This was the type of day where you may lose all faith in humanity. Traveling masses of people can be such assholes.

I sat down and closed my eyes, almost hoping not to wake up. I began to wander off into another place... A happier place…

I suddenly felt a very cold chill sweep through the air while experiencing some minor dizziness. I opened my eyes, having no idea how long I had been absent from myself. As I began to focus, the dizziness dissipated and it appeared that I was in a very familiar environment where I was comfortable.

A well-dressed attendant appeared and acknowledged me by tipping his hat. He politely said, “It is good to see you again, Sir. Welcome back.”

I responded, “Thank you. It is good to see you too.”

He then turned and walked away while he faded into thin air, again.

The back of this establishment was dimly lit with a brighter light above. There was a thin layer of smoke in this pool hall, however, it was not bothersome. All I heard was the faint sounds of billiard balls occasionally plowing into each other as well as some unidentified background music.

I found myself sitting next to a billiard table with the finest cigar of Cuban vintage in one hand and a bourbon on the rocks in the other. This was the most relaxed I have been in a very long time.

For a little while, I did not have the slightest care in the world wondering if I was going to make it to retirement or not. Then, a calming feeling gently swept over me and I knew I was going to be fine.

As I finished my drink and snubbed out my cigar, another odd feeling crept up upon me. I could not explain what it was, but it also was very comforting and familiar.

I stood up and turned towards the table, placing my cue stick case upon it. When I originally acquired my cue stick, I personally selected it and named her Verde. She has been with me for a very long time and has been like an old friend. She has taken me to places that one may only dream about…

I carefully removed Verde from her case. I noticed that she was absolutely spotless with that beautiful sheen as if she were new. She was free from fingerprints and dust as if the case were hermetically sealed. Additionally, it was apparent to me that she was clean and germ-free.

This had some sort of intrinsic value. However, I was not exactly certain what it could be...

Nevertheless, I racked the billiard balls and began practicing my skills. One incredible shot after another was accomplished. It was as if I could not miss. I knew deep down in my heart that nobody was that good, but I did not give it much thought.

In an instant, my olfactory glands began to be stimulated. I knew this incredible, but yet subtle scent. It was nearby and very familiar. I stopped and paused, trying to process this data. Then it dawned on me, I was beginning to feel as if I was being tempted by pheromones drawing me in. I knew what this was!

I turned around and to my surprise, there she was. An angel, Jennifer. I had a moment of clarity whereas I began to remember…

This time, she was dressed in a blue satin blouse. This peekaboo type of blouse was even more revealing than the red one she was wearing last time. The visible amount of her breasts that I was able to see was absolutely riveting. For a short moment, I had difficulty looking Jennifer directly in her eyes.

I inadvertently continued to scan her attire up and down. She was clad in a similar black skirt. However, it was made of very soft leather.

To complete her ensemble, Jennifer's black leather shoes had enough heel to pique my interest. Her smaller feet wore them well. There was an occasional stray thought that went through my head wondering what she would look like wearing only those shoes…

Sometimes, when you think you have seen the most incredible sight in this universe for the second time, you may find it to not be as enticing as the first. This was different. As I looked at her closely, she was even more desirable than in our last encounter. She really was beautiful.

We stared and regarded each other for a brief moment without words. Once again, time stood still and we found ourselves communicating telepathically.

Then, I broke the silence. I felt absolutely compelled to ask, "Where did you go?" "Why, much less how, did you disappear into thin air like that?"

I looked at her in the eyes again and inadvertently leaked, "I have missed you." I also slipped by quietly whispering to myself, "I didn't think I would ever see you again." “I was wondering if you were real.”

I should have been embarrassed by showing my hand like that, but I wasn't, not in the least. The question I asked myself was, "Why not?"

Jennifer looked back at me directly into my eyes and smiled. She placed her soft hand on top of mine and whispered back, "In due time...In due time."

We again stood and stared, regarding each other. This was strange because I had never experienced this calming feeling while being sexually aroused at the same time. This lady had some kind of unidentifiable effect on me, and I liked it.

Jennifer smiled again and asked, “Eight-Ball?”

I responded favorably with, “Of course.”

As the game was moving along, I was making shot after shot, even an occasional trick shot. This game was over and it was mine. Victory!

Although Jennifer didn’t look stressed, it was apparent to me that she was concerned. She was losing this round as well.

As the third round began in my favor, all I could think about was putting Verde up inside of her again. I began to fantasize about putting other items inside of her as well. I do not know where these thoughts and desires were coming from, but it felt good.

Instead of concentrating on my accuracy, I had this vision of sitting her on the pool table with her legs spread, allowing me access to put my tongue up inside of her. I just wanted to eat her.

My cock was hard and throbbing when the unthinkable happened, I missed my shot. Jennifer softly smiled while she approached the cue ball to take her turn.

She skillfully bent over the table and sank the two-ball. I didn’t even see this happen. All I could see was up her skirt while I found myself trying to pry her legs apart with my eyes.

As I looked up the back of her skirt, I could only see so far. I was not able to ascertain whether or not she was wearing anything underneath. I felt as if Jennifer would only let me see enough to break my concentration.

Jennifer now had my undivided attention, and she knew it. This time, she was really getting to me. I was so focused on the idea of getting into her pussy, I was unable to play eight-ball with any skill whatsoever.

She continued to bend over the table, allowing her skirt to move up little by little. I was able to see her butt-cheeks. However, I was still unable to ascertain whether or not she had anything on underneath. The quest for this knowledge was eating me alive.

Needless to say, Jennifer won this game. Actually, she was victorious in the next three games. I was beginning to understand how expensive this game can be.

Jennifer looked at me in the eye and smugly said, "This time, you have a debt." She then quietly said, "I think we can find an easy way out of this."

All I can think of is how she turned the tables. Actually, all I could say was, "Shit."

Jennifer sat down on the chair next to the table and lightly rubbed the wide end of her stick on my cock. It was getting very hard very quickly.

Jennifer smiled again and with a little giggle said, "I think your cock is hard."

The only intelligent thing I could muster was, "Uh...yes, it is." That was really smart. Nope...

Jennifer said, "The night is still young, but I need you to pay up as we go." She then said, "Your cock, I want to see it."

I said, "uh…what?"

Jennifer said softly, "Would you show it to me, please?"

I had no choice but to unbutton and unzip my pants and pull out my rock-hard penis.

Jennifer took her stick and gently rubbed my cock with it. She moved it up and down my shaft and gently moved it under my nut sack. She lifted it up further and slid the stick past my bung-hole.

She then, in an almost whisper, said, "Would you lay it out on the edge of the pool table for me?"

Even though there were people in this place, I complied with her wishes. For some reason, I was not shy.

She took the wide end of the stick again and held my penis down on the table. There was no pain. Actually, it was exciting. She smiled and said, "Right now, for a brief moment, I own this."

After holding my cock down on the table by heavily rolling her stick over it, Jennifer released the downward pressure and took my hard penis into her hand. She stuck the tip of her tongue into the hole of my cock and wiggled it swiftly.

Before I could cum in her mouth, she let go and said, "Ok, you can put it away now." With that little sheepish smile of hers, she asked, "Another game?"

Strangely enough, I was not angry about the teasing. I actually found it exhilarating. We continued to play our new version of Eight-ball, and the score was relatively even. Jennifer bent way over the table again and spread her legs a little further, just enough to allow me a quick glance at her pussy.

As I was hoping, she had nothing on underneath. Awesome! Now, she continued to take her shots while bending over enough to view her labia and starfish.

As she bent over to take her next shot, she stopped and put her stick down on the table. In an instant, she quickly reached behind and lifted the back of her skirt. She then took a couple of fingers from each hand and spread her lips apart.

Within another second, she was covered back up and sank the eight-ball. I lost. What just happened? I asked myself, “What the Fuck?”

The truth of the matter was that although I lost this game, I feel as if I still won because I got to see her pussy. Furthermore, for a brief moment, she allowed me to see her fingers slightly enter the opening of her vagina and spread it apart.

Wow! I like this game, even if I lose.

The games went back and forth for a few hours. Eventually, I won several games in a row and it was obvious that Jennifer had accrued another debt. I said, “The night is still young and I need you to pay as we go. Sound familiar?”

I explained to Jennifer, “I have another easy way out of this.”

Again, Jennifer almost grinning, looked at me and contritely said, “What did you have in mind this time?”

I asked her, “Would you honor me by lifting your skirt again?”

She stated, “If that pleases you, I will be glad to show you.”

I also said, “I need to know if you are real.”

“How would you like me to prove that?” she asked.

I asked her, “May I put my fingers inside of you so I may feel your soft, wet flesh?”

Jennifer briefly smiled and lifted her skirt up to her stomach. She continued spreading her legs, displaying her beautiful attribute.

Her glistening pussy was still clean shaven and looked amazing. She allowed me to feel the inside of her legs from her ankles to her thighs. I gently inserted my middle finger inside of her, moving it is as deep as I could reach. She felt warm, wet, and tight.

I retracted my soaking wet finger from her vagina and smelled her captivating scent. I then licked the juices off of my finger, savoring every last bit. Jennifer’s essence tasted so inviting.

Jennifer sat in the chair next to the pool table with her legs spread widely, exposing her inmost self. I just sat in front of her and took in a long, greedy look. I could not believe how excited I became while looking at her.

She asked, “Are you finished?”

I replied with, “I would like to stick my fingers back inside of you, if that is alright?”

“How many?” she responded.

I said, “All of them.”

“All at once?” she retorted.

I quickly and shyly stated, “No, one at a time.”

Jennifer continued to sit with her skirt up and her legs spread. Again, I found it odd that no one in the pool hall had noticed. In fact, they didn’t even look in our direction. It isn’t every day that a beautiful lady will spread her legs showing her pussy in a pool hall, or is it just this one?

She said with an almost whisper, “You may put your fingers up inside of me.”

“I would like that very much.”

This was amazing. I slowly and carefully inserted my fingers one at a time up into her vagina. She felt like pure heaven. Eventually, I had all of my fingers, up to my last knuckles, inside of her, except for my thumb. That would take some time, so I took a mental note and saved that for another possible debt.

After removing my fingers, I slowly and methodically dropped to my knees and moved my face between her legs. I took a brief moment to appreciate the sight of her bare pussy. Being that close, I was able to savor the alluring scent before I slid my tongue inside of her.

As I parted her lips with my fingers, I wiggled my tongue around her lips and slowly inserted it deep inside. I retracted and swallowed her sweet juices.

I said, “It would be easier to have you sit on the edge of the pool table.”

Jennifer stood up and turned around. She backed up and sat on the pool table and lay down on her back. She raised her knees with her feet resting on the bumpers while spreading her legs for me again. I gently nibbled on the inside of her thighs while working my way to her pussy. My two thumbs spread her lips apart rendering her vagina visible. Again, I licked her juices off of her labia and slid my tongue as deep inside of her as it would go.

I then pulled back and said, “Ok, you can put that away now.”

I thought I was going to get that “I am going to cut out your spleen” look, but she just smiled and covered up.

It was safe to say that her pussy was magnificent. It looked, smelled, and tasted absolutely divine.

Jennifer looked at me and said, “Nine-Ball?”

I responded with, “Yes.”

The balls were racked up to play nine-ball. The score was generally tied. Each of us incurred and paid our share of little erotic debts as we went along.

This time was different. We each incurred debts and paid them off by engaging in little sordid activities. We teased the living shit out of each other, so to speak.

Jennifer played a little with my cock as I played with her pussy. It was a little variation of "Tit for Tat" type of events. However, it was all in fun…sordid fun.

Now we began a new game of nine-ball. I knew that all the stops were pulled and there was nothing off of the table.

Jennifer began the break by pulling the old trick of bending over the table while she was spreading her legs, allowing a very clear view of her pussy. In fact, it appeared to still be wet.

She sunk the four-ball followed by the one, two, and three-ball. The shot at the five-ball was a miss. I sarcastically mumbled, "Oops."

Now it was my turn. I lined up for the five-ball when I noticed Jennifer sitting in her chair, spreading her legs. Her skirt was pulled up just enough to get my attention.

Needless to say, I was so distracted that I had missed the shot as well. Jennifer grinned enough for me to notice. I smiled back and said, "Is that the best you could do?"

Jennifer replied with, "Game on!"

While I was laughing, I looked at her in the eye and said, "Ok, you asked for it!"

Now it was her turn. She lined up for the five-ball and appeared to be extremely focused. I stood back and pulled out my cock.

She continued to focus on her game while giving a concerted effort not to look. So, I walked up to the table and plopped my cock out on it.

Jennifer's concentration was broken as she stared with greed. I put it away and allowed her to take her turn.

She sank the five-ball followed by the six, seven, and eight-ball, bouncing into the nine-ball, dropping it into the pocket. She smiled from ear to ear and said, "My game!"

It was my turn to break when Jennifer was sitting in her chair, spreading her legs again. This time, after she pulled her skirt up, her legs were spread so far apart, it looked like it might be a little painful.

She took her pointer and middle fingers from each hand and slowly pulled her lips apart. She then inserted them further and spread apart the opening of her vagina which allowed me to see far inside.

It took all of my concentration to strike the cue ball. The break sank the three and seven-balls. As I lined up for the one-ball, Jennifer then shoved her middle and ring fingers into her vagina.

She rapidly slid them in and out, followed by wiggling her finger on her clitoris. She was breathing fast and had a very faint moan when it appeared that she might orgasm.

She shoved her fingers in and out faster, making sure I was going to watch the show. I was thoroughly enjoying watching her please herself. I wanted so desperately to watch her cum and possibly squirt. Before I could get my face in front of her pussy to let her squirt on my tongue, she stopped!

WTF!!!!

Now, I was unable to take my eyes off of her. I wanted her so bad I couldn't stand it. My cock was the proverbial "Yard on a Hard Long."

I could have blown my load right there on the spot. However, there was no way I was going to show it...yet.

I missed the one-ball. Damn. I sat down to recompose myself while Jennifer lined up for her next shot. As she retracted her stick back, I pulled out my cock again.

I began slowly stroking it non-stop. She stopped and stared again as I increased speed. I said, "Here it comes!" Before Jennifer got over to me to catch it in her mouth, I stopped!

After her disappointment, she stubbed the cue, making it sound like something had broken. She looked rather distraught. This was not because of the possible ramifications of losing. She felt badly about not even striking the cue ball correctly.

Jennifer stopped and stared at the table of balls still in the diamond pattern. As she sat down, she had a blank look on her face and did not utter a word. I feared that she may have temporarily checked out.

So, I stepped up to the table and took my turn, resulting in sinking the one-ball. I followed up with the two, three, and four-ball.

Jennifer was quiet and not making any distracting gestures, which made me nervous. I kept wondering what she may be up to this time. As a result, my lack of focus was responsible for me missing my shot.

At this point, she stepped up and took her turn. She slammed the five-ball into the pocket. Then, she nailed the next two balls into their prospective pockets as well. Now, I was getting really nervous.

Jennifer was coming back to life. Again, she bent way over the table to take her next shot. She utilized the pussy trick again by spreading her legs far enough for me to see it.

Now, Jennifer lifted her right knee up onto the bumper of the table. Her skirt was back up over her bum creating the most revealing view of the entrance of her pussy. Once again, all of my undivided attention belonged to her.

Jennifer’s pussy was high enough and accessible reminding me of a cat in heat. All I could think about was getting up inside.

As she was lining up to take her shot, I quickly snuck up behind her without making a sound. I reached my hand up and held it against her labia. Jennifer stayed put, so I slid two of my fingers up inside of her and I maneuvered them deeper and deeper.

For some reason, I looked down and noticed that I still had my cigar tube in my shirt pocket. This tube was a little over six inches long and 1 inch thick. I thought to myself, “This is perfect.”

I removed my fingers and gently slid my cigar tube up inside of her. I pushed it up so far that just the cap was still showing. Jennifer let me push it in and out of her for several minutes. I let go of the tube while it was inside of her so I could rest my hand for a bit.

To my surprise, the tube did not fall out. She was able to hold it there in place with her kegel muscles. I had to ask, “How is this possible?”

She giggled and answered with, “It is not a problem.”

I said, “So, I bet you cannot keep it there for a period of time.”

“Yes, I can,” “you will see,” Jennifer retorted.

After a brief thought, I offered, “Let’s make this more interesting.”

“What do you have in mind?” she quietly asked.

I challenged with, “I bet you cannot hold that tube inside of your pussy for the rest of the game.” “This means you have to hold it in while walking around the table, and you may not use your fingers to push it back in.”

With a quiet little giggle, she asked, “What are the terms?”

I said, “If I win, you get another date with Verde up inside of you.” “If you win, you get to sit down and watch me stroke myself and blow my load wherever and however you want it.”

She quickly responded with, “You're on!”

I asked Jennifer if she would sit down in the chair, pull up her skirt, and spread her legs again.

Jennifer looked up and asked, “I am just a little curious, why?”

I responded with, “If it is alright with you, I would like to pull the cigar tube out of you and reinsert it back up inside.”

While trying to hold back the smile, I said, “I just want to keep it fair.”

The truth of the matter was that I just wanted to see her pussy again and enjoy putting the cigar tube back up inside of her. I think she was on to me the whole time, but with a slight giggle she agreed.

Again, I found it astonishing that she could lift her skirt, spread her legs, and allow me to insert a cigar tube up inside of her, while nobody noticed. I love this place…

I then slowly pushed and pulled the cigar tube repeatedly in and out of her vagina. I gently slid the tube up as far as it would go just barely displaying the cap, followed by retracting it out completely. I stared at her wet wanting pussy watching her lips contract shut.

I repeated the process several times. This time, I took my finger and pushed the tube up a little further, when I felt the obvious stop when it hit the back wall. The cap was just barely visible while her wet lips surrounded it almost making it look like the entire tube was up inside of her.

Jennifer closed her eyes and began to breathe a little heavier, where I could hear a very quiet moan. I must admit, there was a part of me that wanted to make her orgasm with the tube.

I took the liberty to spread her lips apart so I may grab the cap and slowly pull the tube back out of her. After licking her juices off of the tube, the proverbial horns popped out of my head.

I gingerly reinserted the tube back inside of her, but only half way...

I pulled her skirt back down and helped her stand up. I said, "I think it is time to have our little bet."

As I watched Jennifer seductively saunter around the table, all I could think about what was under her skirt. The fact that my cigar tube was up inside of her left my cock in a discernably turgid condition.

I further anticipated the tube falling out of her so I could win the bet. Yes, I cheated…but only a little.

I just wanted to plop her back down on the table and fuck her brains out. This level of sexual desire and arousal I was experiencing did not have words to describe it.

In the meantime, she was making shot after shot while holding that cigar tube inside of her. Her level of concentration and sheer willpower was nothing short of amazing.

Then all of a sudden, we heard a light metallic sound hitting the floor. It had slipped out of her! I win!

Jennifer looked shocked and replied with, “Shit!”

At this point in time, there was no way to continue playing billiards. Both Jennifer and I, had no ability to concentrate on the game.

So, I had Jennifer sit down in the chair next to the table with me facing her. I took Verde and rubbed it between her thighs, spreading her legs, as I did during our last encounter.

I politely asked, “If you are still ok with this, may I?”

A very quiet, “Yes, of course,” was her response.

I gently pushed Verde between her labia, sinking it in and out of her, deeper and deeper each time. She was so wet I was able to slide Verde inside of her without resistance. I noticed that Jennifer was breathing heavily, and she quietly moaned again. As Verde entered her vagina, she slowly lurched forward using her body to shove it in further.

She grabbed Verde with both hands and assisted with the in and out motion. Jennifer picked up speed and was ramming it in further and harder.

Me, on the other hand, was ready to cum on the spot. I looked at Jennifer in the eyes and whispered, “I want you.” “Right now, I want you more than anything!” “With your permission, may I please have you?”

After a very brief pause, I continued, “May I please lay you down on the couch next to the pool table, ram my cock in, and empty my load inside of you?”

She looked back at me and whispered, “Yes. I would like that.”

With that said, Jennifer walked over to the couch. She lay down, lifted her skirt, and spread her legs. She then gently pulled her lips apart and said, “Please stick it in me, right here, right now.”

I turned around and put Verde on the table. I wanted Jennifer so badly I didn’t even wait to wipe my cue stick down and put it back in its case.

I turned back ready to drop my pants and shove my cock up inside of her. To my extreme shock, she was gone...

She had disappeared into thin air…I stood there for several minutes, motionless and completely devastated!

I just asked myself, “What…Just…Happened?” “I do not understand!” “I find the most interesting and captivating woman in this world, and she is gone…without a trace…again!”

I stood alone in the Dark Corner Pocket in a cold sweat, trying to comprehend what had just occurred. One minute, I was preparing to sink my cock into the most enchanting lady I have ever met. The next, I am absolutely alone with my dick in my hand.

Not only was I by myself, I had that hopeless, empty feeling. I had no idea how to make it stop.

I asked myself, "What did I do to deserve this?"

I am now truly lonely, and I am missing Jennifer so much that there are no words to describe how I feel. I am absolutely devastated.

I heard a low buzzing tone that was getting progressively louder. As I looked up, the lights all around me began to dim, and the pool hall became silent. The other players and attendants seemed to fade into thin air.

As my surroundings disappeared into oblivion, I felt a cold breeze brush past me, making me uncomfortable.

I opened my eyes to find that I was sitting in the exact place in the airport where I was when this adventure had begun. The same asshole people around me were still there, being assholes.

Now reality struck me. I quickly examined my watch because I did not know what time it was, what day it was, nor did I know how long I was away.

My watch displayed 12:19. This was one minute past the time I originally sat down. How is this possible?

I know I was away for at least eleven hours, but my watch and phone indicated it was less than one minute.

There is no possible way to explain this to anyone. I know that I am not crazy, so I should probably keep this to myself.

As the days elapsed into the future, I still possess fragments of the memories of my second ethereal experience. Yes, my second. I have no other explanation.

I fear that I will forget more of the details of the event that has occurred. I know there were several sordid activities, however, as these memories continue to fade over time, only one still stands out, Jennifer. All I know is that she disappeared before my eyes and I am compelled to find her. I will be on a quest to search for her and never lose my resolve.

Thank you for taking the time to read another quasi-sci-fi erotic story. I hope you found it entertaining.

Once again, the names have been changed to protect the Guilty as Charged. One may conclude that this is straight out of my imagination and is not real. But it is to me...