After-Hours Confession

Vicky stood up slowly, got a hold of both sides of her bright red
panties, then quickly slid them down to her knees, and stepped out of
them one leg at a time. I could clearly she her bush, which was much
darker than her hair. She sat down without ever straightening up
completely. From were I sat, the coffee table was in the way, and
Vicky was positioning her legs to try to hide her bush.

"Ok, I did it," Vicky said. "Now, how about you Joe."

Joe looked a little reluctant, and when he stood up, I could see why.
There was a huge bulge in the front of his jockey sorts. Joe suddenly
grabbed his shorts and pushed them down to his ankles in a single
motion. Then he sat down and brought his legs up to cover his
erection. He shook his shorts off his ankles and handed them to Vicky.
In spite of his efforts, from my angle I had clearly seen his erection
pop out as soon as his shorts came down. I turned and looked at Kat,
who was still starring at Joe with a little smile on her lips.

Connie stood up, pushed her panties down to her ankles and then sat
down all in a single motion, similar to what Joe had done, but Connie
seem smoother and more fluid in her motion, and, of course, nothing
popped up when she lowered her panties. Although I caught only a
very brief glimpse, Connie's bush seemed much smaller and looked
like it had been trimmed, like a Playboy or Penthouse model. Connie
pulled her panties off her ankles and handed them to Vicky. "You
better win these right back for me," Connie said.

"Ok, I've got a pair of ace's," said Mary, as she laid her cards on the
table.

Betty dropped her cards without comment. But a big smile spread
over Vicky face as she spread out her cards. "Two pair, kings and
jacks," Vicky beamed. She immediately grabbed her red panties off
the coffee table, slipped them over her ankles, up her leg, down her
thighs, and over her hips without getting off the floor. She then
grabbed Connie's panties and handed them to her, and then Joe's
shorts to him. Vicky then took her bra off the table and slipped it on
over her shoulders.

Connie also slipped her panties on without getting up, but once her
panties were on, she joined Vicky sorting through the big pile of
clothes they had just won. Connie found her pants. "I'm going to trade
this for my bra," she said. As Connie walked past me towards the
kitchenette, I could see her breasts bouncing up and down with each
step. Connie dropped her pants, and picked up her bra and held it up
to her breasts while she threaded her arms through the shoulder straps.
With the bra in place, she reached behind and expertly refastened the
clasp.

Joe meanwhile had slipped his shorts back on and was now looking
for more of his own clothes. He found his shirt and pants, and slipped
them back on.

Vicky pulled her sweater out of the stack of clothes. "I'm going to
trade this for my pants," she said. She walked over to the kitchenette
and found her pants on the floor and wiggled them back up over her
hips.

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."