Strip poker dare

In the late 90s I dated a petite brunette with short wavy hair and glasses. She came across very buttoned-down and proper, but lurking beneath her prim exterior was a naughty, flirty side. On our third or fourth date, she came over to my place after work to go out for dinner, and seeing a deck of cards on my coffee table, she joked, "Are those for playing strip poker?"

"Hahaha, that's EXACTLY what they're for," I replied, picking them up. Then I sat on the couch and started to shuffle and deal. 

She laughed, paused, considered her options with a smirk, and then shrugged and sat across from me. Maybe she thought she was calling my bluff and I wouldn't go through with it. Not a chance lol. I was eager to see as much of her tight little body as she'd let me. And my inner exhibitionist was equally if not more excited to see how many of my own clothes I could remove before she potentially pulled the plug on her little dare.

We split the first couple hands, and each removed our socks with a chuckle. I lost the next hand and removed my shirt, exposing my hard-earned gym gains. Her appreciative eyes on me felt amazing. Another losing hand, and I shrugged and stood and dropped my pants, as if to say, "What can you do? Rules are rules."  

I was down to just my boxer briefs, while she was still pretty much fully dressed. My cock was already over half-mast in my boxer briefs, and I feigned a little modesty, covering my growing bulge with my hands, as she laughed and hooted, "Whoo-whoo!"

The next hand was hers to lose, and she did a playful little shimmy as she unbuttoned her blouse, exposing a black bra over her firm C-cup breasts. 

I knew the next hand could be make-or-break, with one of three things happening - her skirt comes off and she's left in her bra and panties, my underwear comes off and I'm bare-ass nude, or she declares the game over before it goes too far. 

Positively humming with sexual energy, I grinned at her while I dealt, and teased, "Oooooh, what's gonna happen nexxxxt?" 

She smiled and shrugged like, I guess we'll find out won't we?

I'll never forget how her face lit up when I lost the hand, and then how it lit up even further when she saw I wasn't going to be coy or shy about following through.  Maintaining eye contact, I lifted my hips off the couch and, in one fluid motion, slid my boxer briefs off. Her mouth dropped open in shock and delight, and her hands came to her face as she broke eye contact, dropping her gaze to my now fully exposed, rock-hard cock. 

I did my best to be cool and nonchalant and let the incredible moment linger. My feet were planted on the ground and my arms were rested on the back of the couch, and I allowed my legs to fall open naturally, giving her an all-access view. The next 10 or 20 seconds of pregnant silence felt like an hour or more of ecstasy - my eyes locked on her eyes; her eyes locked on my now-drooling cock.

"Ok, um, wow," she finally said, snapping back from her trance. "Very nice indeed. Now. What should we do with that?" She stood and came around the coffee table, and gave me a deep kiss while her hands found my cock. 

Soon I had her skirt and bra and panties off, and our hands and mouths were everywhere. And 30 or 40 minutes later after we both climaxed, we dressed and went out for dinner.