The Finals were across town at Roxy Lanes. I met the guys there, arriving early to get myself ready and prepared. My wife was going to attend but had offered to babysit the grandkids while my daughter and her husband went to a concert, and I wouldn’t have my usual cheerleader motivating me.
The first round was a knuckle-biter as the other two teams bowled to a close finish, and we watched closely until The Gingers won on the final ball. After a short break, we would be up, facing Ed’s Eliminators, a tough team with home alley advantage.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to find Annie.
“Oh, you came to watch after all?”
“Can we talk for a minute?” she asked.
“Uh, sure,” I agreed, checking the time.
“I’ll be right back, guys,” I told the boys.
I followed Annie to the corner of the counter bar, noticing the black leather skirt hugging her ample hips tightly and the black stockings on her surprisingly shapely legs. Her blouse was snug, the top button undone and the others straining to stay secure, and I got a good glimpse of cleavage when she faced me. I was used to seeing her in bowling attire and was impressed with how good she looked.
“I don’t see your wife here,” she commented.
“No, she’s babysitting. Is Wally here?”
“No, he’s working nights for the next few months. So, no cheerleader for you tonight? You are not going to win without your biggest supporter motivating you.”
“Oh, we’re going to win. Remember, you agreed to another bet,” I smirked.
“About that,” she replied with a coy smile. “It’s been on my mind all week and I want to change the bet.”
“How so?”
“I would really rather see you win. I don’t want those arrogant jerks from Ed’s playing the final round, and I despise those Gingers even more than you Tin Men.”
“So you want us to win?”
“Yes,” she replied, taking my hand and putting it up her skirt.
My fingers touched bare skin, smooth and damp, just at the top of her pussy.
“You win, you get whatever you want,” she whispered playfully. “You lose, you get nothing.”
She pulled my hand away and smirked.
“That’s the bet. You think you can win it all, you prove it.”
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, feeling my cock straining in my pants.
Her hand brushed my bulge while she glanced around, her fingers running up and down quickly.
“Win and find out,” she replied before walking away.
I waited a moment for my cock to settle down and returned to the guys.
“What’s that all about?” Frank asked. “She trying to get you off your game again?”
“No. Actually, she wants us to win. Seems she hates them more than us.”
“Ha!” Mel added. “Figures with her.”
“So now she’s going to cheer for us?” Frank chuckled, shaking his head. “What a broad.”
“She looks different all dolled up,” Mel noted, looking her way. “Pretty fucking sexy.”
“She looks damn good,” Billy added.
“Yeah, she does,” I agreed, all of us turning to look at her.
She smiled and waved back, now standing with the rest of the crowd. I could see her cleavage from here.
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile before,” Frank commented.
I laughed and gestured to the lane.
“Get ready guys, we have to win this round or we leave with nothing,” I reminded them.
The guy’s wives ran over, giving them kisses and wishing us good luck, and we settled down and got our game faces on.
Ed’s started out strong but we were all in, frame after frame, and won the game in a dominating fashion. The Gingers looked concerned, surprised by the number of strikes going down, and we celebrated quietly, not wanting to break our rhythm.
During the break I went to the washroom, stepping out to find Annie waiting. She gestured for me to come closer and led me behind the wall and into the closet. Her hand went to my crotch and her mouth to my ear.
“Hmm, you are doing very well so far,” she purred.
Her fingers squeezed my cock and her other hand grabbed mine, pulling it up under her skirt again, pushing my fingers against her wetness. Her tongue licked my ear.
“You better win. I don’t like being disappointed.”
I swallowed hard and nodded, not used to a woman being so sexually aggressive. I was hard as steel.
“Now, go and play like that again,” she urged. “Or you don’t get your prize.”
She dropped my hand, pushed me back a little and walked away, leaving me hard and panting. I took a deep breath and returned to the lane, shaking my head to clear the horny thoughts, and focused. I really wanted to win now.
The Gingers blew it in the first frame with a spare and a split. We took control, strike after strike, taking the game and winning the Finals easier than anyone imagined.
Handshakes, cheers, and beers followed as we celebrated our victory, each of us getting a small trophy until the League Banquet on Saturday night. It was almost eleven when we wrapped up the evening and started leaving. Annie was nowhere to be seen.
I walked to my car and was about to unlock it when the headlights flashed from the far end of the parking lot. Annie’s minivan was parked in the dark corner, away from the lights, and as I approached the side door opened. I glanced around before hopping in and closing the door, finding Annie reclined on the seat leaning against the other door.
Her skirt was up just above her pussy and her fingers gently rubbed along the wet, pouty lips. She smiled coyly and undid the buttons on her blouse with her other hand.
“I’ve been waiting,” she purred.
I was hard as a rock and just stared, totally immersed in her sexual display. The blouse fell open and her big tits came into view. Her hands moved to the bra and undid the front clasp, allowing the cups to drop away, and the big melons topped with puffy pinkish nipples swayed as they settled.
