Kat turned to Betty. “Are we in trouble now?” Kat asked.
I looked around at the situation. We had used up all the clothes in our
pile on the previous hand. We were wearing a few more items of
clothing than Vicky, Connie and Joe, but they had a pile of clothes
they had just won. Mary and Pam still had their stockings. We were
the team with the fewest items of clothing again.
“Well…” replied Betty. “We need to win a hand soon, or else we may
be … ah…showing a bit too much.”
“Don’t worry, Kat,” I said. “We’re all pretty close to even.”
Connie grabbed a pair of shoes from their winnings and tossed them
into the ante pile. Mary took off her socks and threw them into the
kitchenette.
Kat looked at me. “We may be close to even,” she said. “But I think
the ante pile is winning.” She then pulled her tee shirt off over her
head and dropped it into the ante.
Jack shuffled the cards and dealt out three hands. I sat down and
picked up my cards. I had a pair of aces, a nine, a seven, and a two.
This was the kind of winning hand we needed right now. As the first
to act, I wanted to open. I looked around at Betty and Kat. Then I
realized the opening bet was my pants. I stood up unfastened my
jeans, then realized my erection was going to pop out the front of my
boxers. I reached down and pushed it to the side then pushed my jeans
down and stepped out of one leg and then the other. I dropped them
on the table and sat down. I looked up and saw both Mary and Pam
smiling at my discomfort.
Connie tossed a pair of socks from her pile into the pot. Jack turned to
Pam, who pulled off her sheer stockings and added them to the pot.
Everyone took three cards, so with a pair of aces, I had the best hand
before the draw.
I picked up my three new cards and saw a third ace and two other
cards. Now this is what I had been looking for the whole game.
“We are going to open for three,” I said.
Betty and Kat both looked at me somewhat reluctantly. I stood up and
pulled off my tee shirt and dropped it in the pot.
I walked over to Kat and whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, this one
is a sure thing.” Kat unfastened her jeans and pushed them down her
hips past her low cut pink satin panties and then down her thighs. She
stepped out of first one leg and then the other. She handed me the
jeans and then sat down.
Betty had unfastened her jeans and quickly pushed them off her hips,
past her simple white panties and down her legs. She stepped out of
each leg and sat down. I stepped over and collected the jeans and
added both pair to the pot.
I turned and looked at Connie, who had been sitting, watching us
disrobe. She shook her head. “I fold,” was all she said.
Jack’s cards were laying face down on the table. “Way too rich for
me, I fold,” he said.
I passed Betty and Kat their jeans, then slid my own jeans on without
standing up. I pulled my tee shirt back on over my head. After
reclaiming our clothes from the pot, our winning consisted of just two
pairs of socks. I guess I had over played my hand.
“What did you have?” Betty whispered in my ear.
“Three aces,” I whispered in reply.
Betty nodded, then picked up some male athletic socks and tossed
them into the ante pile. Joe threw another pair of women’s shear
socks into the ante from his collection. Jack took off his jacket, which
he was wearing for a shirt, and brought it over to add to the pile
covering the kitchenette floor.
Betty sat down and began to shuffle the cards, then dealt out three
hands. Joe picked up my jacket and placed it on the coffee table to
open.
Mary stood up and I suddenly realized that her team had finally run
out of shoes and socks. Mary quickly pulled her blue sweater off over
her head, revealing a white lacy bra over generous breasts. In the two
previous strip poker games, I had never even seen Mary’s bra, but now
my heart was racing faster as Mary smiled at me and sat down.
Mary’s breasts were smaller than Betty or Connie, but the bulge in my
pants kept getting bigger.
Everyone took three cards, but my eyes were staring at the lace in
Mary’s bra, trying to visualize what was hiding beneath the whiteness
there.
Kat brought me out of my dream state. “What was your sure thing?”
she whispered in my ear.
I turned and looked at Kat, trying to remember what she was asking
about. “Oh… yeah…” I said. “I had three aces.”
“Is that a really good hand?” she asked.
Joe stood up, unfastened his jeans and slid them down his legs. With
my attention focused elsewhere, I had not realized that his team had
used the last clothes from their pile, and now had to bet the clothes
they were wearing. Joe stepped out of his jeans and dropped them
onto the coffee table, sat down. “I’m opening for one,” he announced.
I leaned over and whispered in Kat’s ear. “The best hand anyone has
had tonight.” At least, I couldn’t remember anyone getting a better
hand.
Now we turned and looked at Mary. Mary turned to Pam. “I’m going
to see the bet,” Mary said. Pam seemed frozen, not sure what to do.
“It’s not that bad…It’s like wearing a bikini,” Mary added. Pam slowly
stood up and pulled her lose fitting sweater over her head, revealing a
white bra and small, but firm looking breasts. Pam handed her sweater
to Mary, forced a smile and sat down. Mary dropped the sweater in
the pot. “I see the bet,” she said.
Betty turned to Kat and me. “I am going to raise three,” Betty said.
“So we need four pieces of clothes. That’s Larry’s pants and shirt, and
Kat and my pants.”
The bulge in my pants was bigger than it had ever been, and now I
was going to have to take my pants off again. I stood up and pulled
my tee shirt off again and tossed it on the table. Then I unfastened my
pants and used my hands to push my erection to the side, then pushed
my pants down to my knees and pulled them off one foot and then the
other. I sat down, and handed the jeans to Betty. I looked up and saw
Mary smiling across at me.
Betty quickly unfastened her jeans and worked them off her hips and
down her legs. She stepped out of each leg and dropped them on the
table, before sitting down.
“Maybe I should stop putting these back on,” Kat said, as she wiggled
her jeans over her hips, and down her thighs. She pulled one leg free,
then as she held up her other leg up to pull the jeans off, I could see
the two pubic hairs still sticking out from under her pink satin
panties.
Kat handed the jeans to Betty and sat down.
Betty stacked the jeans on the coffee table. “I raise three,” she said.
I turned and looked at Joe. He frowned, shook his head. “I fold,” he
said.
I turned and looked at Mary, who was now studying Betty. If Mary
wanted to see this bet, she and the other members of her team had to
bet their pants. Mary finally shrugged. “I guess I have to fold too.”
Betty passed Kat her jeans, and in spite of what she had said earlier,
she immediately pulled them back on. Betty then handed me my
jeans, and I slipped them back on. Betty slipped her own jeans back
on. I found my tee shirt and pulled it on over my head.
“Ok, now Larry,” said Betty. “Keep your mind on the game. Don’t get
distracted by the scenery.”
I sat down at the table and grabbed a pair of women’s socks and
tossed them into the ante pile. Jack stood up and unfastened his jeans.
Jack quickly pushed his jeans down to his knees, then pulled one leg
off, then the other. As he stood up to toss the jeans into the
kitchenette, I could see a huge bulge in his jockey shorts.
“Hey Jack,” Kat called out as Jack sat down. “You still like the
game?”
“We’ll have your panties in a minute,” replied Jack.
Vicky now stood up and unfastened her pants, pushed them down
over her hips, past the bright red panties, and down her thighs. She
pulled off one leg and then the other. Then she tossed the jeans into
the kitchenette and sat down.
Kat’s observation that the ante pile seemed to be winning was coming
to pass. One of our teams was going to lose soon. I had to be careful it
wasn’t my team. Vicky started to shuffle the cards and deal out the
hands. I picked up my hand and looked at an ace, queen, nine, six and
five. Well, we had a little pile of clothes, so I guess we didn’t need
to
win this hand that badly.
“I can’t open,” Jack said.
I shook my head. “I can’t open either.”
“I can open,” Vicky said. “I need your shirt, Joe.” Joe took off his tee
shirt and handed it to Vicky, who dropped it on the table.
Jack turned and looked at Mary.
“Ok, I know,” Mary said. Mary slowly stood up, her legs stiff from
sitting on the floor. She unfastened her jeans and carefully pushed
them down over her hips, exposing white satin low cut panties with
lace around the edge. Mary pushed her jeans down near her ankles,
then stepped out of them one leg at a time. She immediately sat down
and handed Jack the jeans. Jack dropped them in the pot.
I sat there staring at Mary’s bra and panties. I could still make out
the
smooth white satin as it went around her hips, although her legs
blocked any view of the front.
“Ok, Larry, what’re you going to do?” asked Jack.
Suddenly I realized that it was my turn to act. I grabbed a woman’s
sweater from our pile and tossed it in the pot.
Everyone took three cards again. I picked up my three new cards and
saw a pair of eight’s and a four. This was better, but still didn’t seem
like a winner.
Vicky turned to Connie. “I’m going to open for one. That means your
bra.”
“Well, you could go first this time, if you want,” replied Connie. From
the silence it was clear Vicky did not want to go first, so Connie
reluctantly stood up, unfastened her bra, pulled her arms out of each
of the shoulder straps, then pulled the bra away, letting her rounded
breast drop free. Connie then sat down and handed Vicky her bra.
I turned to look at Jack. “I fold,” he said immediately.
That left it up to me, and I was about to fold. When I started to
wonder what Vicky really had. I had a pair of eight’s. Maybe Vicky
only had a pair of seven’s or six’s. Maybe I should see her bet to find
out. I looked down at our pile and counted three remaining items.
Then a thought occurred to me. Vicky did not have a great hand,
otherwise she would have opened for three. I picked up two shirts and
a pair of jeans from our pile tossed it in the center. “I’m raising
three,”
I said.
I then stood up unfastened my jeans and pushed my jeans down again.
In my excitement, I had forgotten about my boxers, and the head of
my penis popped out the front of my boxers when I pushed my jeans
down. I immediately saw the problem and pushed it back in over to
the side, but there was and immediate chorus of giggles from all the
girls. I pulled the jeans off one leg and then the other and tossed it
on
the table and sat down.
As I sat down I could see Vicky starring at me. If she wanted to see
my bet, she would have to bet her bra, Connie’s panties and Joe’s
underpants. She wouldn’t do that unless she had a very good hand,
and I was hoping she didn’t have that kind of a hand. I sat staring back
at Vicky trying not to give away my fear. If she called my bet, I had
lost my pants.
“I can’t do it,” Vicky finally said. “Larry’s had too many good hands
tonight. I fold.”
A great wave of relief swept over me, and I grabbed my jeans and
slipped them back on. I then pulled the rest of clothes off the coffee
table and stood up. I had taken a big chance, but I had gotten away
with it. Things now looked pretty good for our team. We clearly had
more clothes than anyone else, except for the ante pile.
As Mary gathered up the cards, I overheard Connie talking to Vicky.
“What did you have?” Connie asked.
“A pair of jacks,” replied Vicky.
I had actually bluffed her. I thought she had a low pair, but she had
folded a pair of jacks! I couldn’t believe my luck.
Betty grabbed Mary’s sweater from our pile and tossed it into the
kitchenette for our ante.
“Ok, it your turn,” Mary said to Pam. “It’s not really that bad. Just
like
wearing a bikini.”
Pam stood up and unfastened her jeans, then slid them down her hips
and over very fancy lacy white panties that were solid in the middle,
but semi-transparent on the sides. She slid the jeans down her legs and
pulled them off one leg. As she lifted up her other leg to pull the
jeans
off, I could see three or four pubic hairs sticking out from the crotch
of her panties. She pulled the jeans off and sat down abruptly. Pam
handed the jeans to Mary who tossed them into the kitchenette.
We then turned and looked at Vicky. She reluctantly stood up, quickly
unfastened her bra, threaded her arms out of the straps, then pulled the
bra away from the Grand Tetons and sat down. From the floor she
tossed her bra into the kitchenette.
Kat stepped over next to me and whispered in my ear. “What did you
have last hand?”
I smiled. “A pair of eight’s,” I said.
Kat gasp. “You mean you bluffed Vicky?” she whispered.
Mary dealt out three hands. Betty looked at her cards, grabbed a
sweater and tossed it on the table. “I’ll open,” Betty said.
I whispered to Kat. “Yeah, I guess I did bluff her, but I thought she
had a low pair.”
“Vicky is going to be really mad when she finds out,” Kat whispered
to me.
“Ok, Joe, we need your underpants now,” said Connie.
Joe stood up, looked around then his eyes seemed to settle on Betty.
He put his thumbs under the waistband of his jockey shorts, then
quickly pushed them down to his ankles and sat down. Of course, as
soon as his shorts were below his hips, his erection had popped
straight out, which was greeted with giggles and catcalls from all
directions.
I leaned over to Kat. “Well make sure that Vicky doesn’t find out,” I
said.
Kat smiled. “I’ll try,” she whispered back.
Everyone took three cards again. Betty studied her cards and frowned.
“I pass,” she said. Obviously, Betty was not real happy with her hand.
Connie leaned over and whispered something in Vicky ear. Vicky
then nodded her head in agreement. “We are opening for two,”
Connie said as she stood up. She quickly pushed her panties down to
her knees, revealing her trimmed bush and sat down, to pull the
panties off her ankles and tossed them on the table.
Vicky then stood up, pushed her red panties down to her ankles and
sat down all in one motion, giving a fleeting glimpse of her fuller
bush. Vicky pulled her panties off her ankles and tossed them onto the
coffee table as well.
Vicky, Connie and Joe were now sitting there stark naked, having bet
all their remaining clothes on this hand. Connie would not have bet
her panties on nothing, so she must have a pretty good hand.
I turned and looked at Mary, who seemed to be studying her cards
carefully. Finally, she took a big breath and turned to Pam. “I want to
see this bet. That means your and my bra. Do you think you can do
it.”
Pam looked at Mary. “Well don’t tell me it’s just like wearing a bikini
to the beach,” Pam said. “You go first. If you can do it, then I guess I
can.”
Mary stood up, reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Holding
the bra against her breasts, she carefully threaded her arms out of the
straps, and then paused for a second and her eyes met mine. As she
pulled her bra away Mary’s breasts sagged into a slightly rounded
mountain topped by her large erect nipples. My heart was racing like
crazy as Mary sat down, but turned so I still had a very good view of
her breasts.
“Well, if you can do it, I guess I can,” Pam said. She stood up,
unfastened her bra in the back, slipped her arms out of the shoulder
straps, and then dropped the bra away. Pam’s breasts were smaller and
firmer than Mary’s, but I hardly noticed. I was imagining what it
would be like to squeeze Mary’s breasts in my hands.
Betty leaned over and whispered something to Kat. Kat giggled and
nodded agreement. Betty grabbed a pair of pants, my jacket and
someone’s tee shirt from our pile of clothes.
“I am raising one,” Betty said.
What was going on? I expected Betty to fold. Kat was giggling.
Finally it dawned on me. Betty was forcing Jack to remove his
underpants.
“We’re all in,” Connie protested. “We don’t have anything left to see
the bet with.”
“That’s ok,” Betty replied. “We’ll split the pot. The raise is only for
Mary, … or more specifically, for Jack.”
Jack was now glaring at Kat. “Why are you picking on just me?” he
asked. Then he looked down at the clothes next to Betty. “You’ve still
got a pair of pants and a bra there. Why don’t you raise three instead
of one? I’m sure Larry would like to see a little more of Mary and
Pam.”
Betty turned to me. “What do you think, Larry? Should we raise
three?”
I tried to think rationally about this, and did not look over at Mary.
Vicky, Connie and Joe were stark naked. If they did not win this hand,
the game was over. I had no idea whether Mary or Connie was
holding the winning hand, but I was pretty sure Betty was not going to
win. Betty was just wasting our clothes pile to force Jack to drop his
shorts. Betty must be counting on Mary to win the hand and end the
game, because if Connie wins… Well what would happen anyway, if
Connie does win with this split pot? Mary would probably win the
split part of the pot, so they would get all these extra clothes back.
That would leave us all pretty even again.
“I think we better keep the extra clothes. We might need them,” I said.
“Ok,” said Betty. “I am just raising one.”
Jack stood up slowly. “You’ll pay for this,” he said. He pulled his
shorts down to his ankles and sat down in a single motion, but his
erect penis popped out into view as he did it to the cheers of Kat and
Betty. Vicky and Connie, who were both sitting stark naked at the
other end of the coffee table, smiled, but could not work up as much
excitement as Betty and Kat.
“Ok, what have you got Betty,” said Jack.
“Oh, … not much,” said Betty, as she turned her cards over. “A pair of
sevens”
Mary turned her cards over. “A pair of aces,” she said.
“Oh god no!” cried Connie. “Not that.” Connie turned over a pair of
kings.
“Yahoo!” yelled Jack, as he grabbed his shorts and pulled them back
on. Mary grabbed her and Pam’s bras from the pile on the table, and
handed Pam her bra. They both quickly put their bras back on. Mary
then retrieved her pants from the pot and pulled it back on.
Pam pulled her sweater out of the pile. “Where are my pants?” she
asked.
“In the ante pile,” said Mary. “You can trade your sweater for your
pants.” Pam took her sweater over to the kitchenette and found her
pants, which she quickly pulled on.
Jack pulled on his undershirt, and continued the rummage through the
pile looking for any other clothes of his. “All the rest of my clothes
are in the ante, so I can’t get even my pants back,” he complained.
“Well, I guess you’ll have to tuff it out for another ten minutes in
your
shorts,” laughed Mary.
“Yeah, just what is that bulge in your shorts?” mocked Kat.
“You know very well what it is,” laughed Jack.
“Ok, let me remind everyone of the rules,” said Mary. “Kat do you
have a kitchen timer so we can time the ten minutes.”
“Yeah,” said Kat, and wadded off through the clothes in the
kitchenette to find a timer.
“Remember, absolutely no touching,” said Mary. “That applies
equally to both sexes, Ok.”
Kat came back with a kitchen timer, which she set for ten minutes.
“Ok, let’s go,” said Mary.
“Alright, ladies,” said Jack. “Let’s not be shy here, stand up so we can
see you.”
Vicky and Connie looked at each other. “You first,” said Vicky.
“You’re the one who got us into this mess.”
“What?” said Connie. “Why am I the one who got us into this mess.
You’re the one who brought up the whole idea of strip poker and
practically dared Jack to play.”
“Now wait a minute,” said Jack. “I want the timer reset when these
girls finally stop squabbling with each other and stand up for our show
here.”
“Ok. Let’s get this over with,” said Connie as she stood fully erect,
completely displaying big rounded breasts and neatly trimmed bush.
Vicky stood up next to her with her smaller, firmer breasts and full,
natural bush.
“You too, Joe,” said Betty. Joe also stood up, with his erect penis
sticking straight out, to the applause of Betty, Kat and Mary. Pam
smiled, but seemed a little more subdued about the situation.
Jack turned to me. “So Larry,” he asked. “What do you do with the
ladies after they loose one of these big strip poker games?”
“Well, you can have them lay on the floor and spread their legs for
closer inspection, or you can have them dance,” I said.
“Those sound like excellent ideas,” said Jack. “Girls, over here,” said
Jack, pointing to a large clear area on the floor. “Lay on the floor and
spread those legs wide open.”
Connie looked at Vicky. “How about you first this time,” said Connie.
“It’s not as bad as a visit to the gynecologist,” Mary said. “They can’t
touch you, just look, and Jack and Larry are both nice guys.”
There wasn’t room on the floor for both Vicky and Connie to lay
down at the same time, so Vicky laid down first and spread her legs
wide. Jack went over and stuck his nose so close it almost touched
Vicky’s clit. Then I went over and inspected things from a more
reserved distance.
Next Connie lay down on the floor and spread her legs wide open.
Jack stuck his nose up very close to Connie clit also. I found Connie
trimmed bush to be more interesting. Her clit and vaginal opening
somehow seemed to be more exposed than Vicky’s.
While Jack and I were inspecting Vicky and Connie, Betty, Mary and
Kat had gathered around Joe. Pam was kind of standing behind Mary,
apparently afraid to be too close to a completely naked man with a full
erection.
Jack went over to the stereo and turned on some music. “Ok. Let’s see
you ladies dance,” Jack said.
Vicky and Connie looked at each other. Vicky shrugged and started to
dance and Connie joined her.
“Joe, why don’t you dance also?” said Mary. Joe started to dance also.
I don’t know what you think, but I think a dancing naked woman
looks heavenly, while a dancing naked man, especially one with an
erection, looks just silly. Joe’s erect penis danced and bobbed as he
swayed to the music. The girls, though, seem to enjoy watching Joe
dance. I don’t know whether it was because they thought it was silly
or not. Maybe girls think a dancing nude woman is silly looking, I
don’t know. All I know is that I enjoyed watching Vicky and Connie
dance.
When the kitchen timer went off, Jack protested. “Wait we should get
another two or three minutes, because they argued with each other for
that long before they started.”
Nobody was paying any attention to Jack, though. Vicky and Connie
had run straight away and grabbed their panties and slipped them on.
Joe had grabbed his shorts and slipped them back on. Vicky and
Connie both found their bras and put them back on. Soon the
apartment was a confusion of people milling around looking for their
lost shoes and socks.
I found most of my things and was putting on my socks and was
sitting in the corner when I noticed Kat whispering something to
Mary. Mary nodded her head, and then whispered something back to
Kat. What plot were those two trying to hatch now?
Pam was now completely dressed, and she yelled good night to
everyone as she headed for the door. Joe, who was being consoled by
Betty, quickly followed her. Kat and Vicky had disappeared into their
bedrooms, and Connie said good night as she headed out the door.
This left just Mary, Jack and myself. I pulled my jacket on getting
ready to leave.
Mary came over and pulled my head down to whisper in my ear.
“Kat’s going over to Jack’s apartment for the night, so she said we can
use her bedroom for a while.”