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So, here is one of the best chess stories out there. A Twist in the Tale by Jeffrey Archer. Checkmate As she entered the room every eye turned towards her. When admiring a girl some men start with her head and work down. I start with the ankles and Strip chess story up. She wore black high-heeled velvet shoes and a tight-fitting black dress that stopped l enough above the knees to reveal the most perfectly tapering legs.
As my eyes continued their upward sweep they paused to take in her narrow waist and slim athletic figure. But it was the oval face that I found captivating, slightly pouting lips and the largest blue eyes I've ever seen, crowned with a head of thick, black, short-cut hair hat literally shone with lustre.
Her entrance was all the more breathtaking because of the surroundings she had chosen. He would have turned at a diplomatic reception, a society cocktail party, even a charity ball, but at a chess tournament I followed her every movement, patronisingly unable to accept she could be a player. She walked slowly over to-the dub secretary's table and ed in to prove me wrong.
Anyone who had not yet been allocated an opponent waited to see if she would take her place opposite their side of the board. The player checked the she had been given and made her way towards an elderly man who was seated in the far corner of the room, a former captain of the club now past Strip chess story best. As the club's new captain I had been responsible for instigating these round-robin matches. We meet on the last Friday of the month in large club-like room on top of the Mason's Arms in the High Street. The landlord sees to it that thirty tables are set out for us and that food and drink are readily available.
Three or four other clubs in the district send half a dozen opponents to play a couple of blitz games, giving us a chance to face rivals we would not normally play. The rules for the matches are simple enough - one minute on the clock is the maximum allowed for each move, so a game rarely last more than an hour, and if a pawn-hasn't been captured in thirty moves the game is automatically declared a draw. A short break for a drink between games, paid for by the loser, ensures that Strip chess story has the chance to challenge two opponents during the evening.
A thin man wearing half-moon spectacles and a dark blue three-piece suit made his way over towards my board. We smiled and shook hands. My guess would have been a solicitor, but I was wrong as he turned out to be an ant working for a stationery supplier in Woking. I found it hard to concentrate on my opponent's well rehearsed Moscow opening as my eyes kept leaving the board and wandering over to the girl in the black dress. On the one occasion our eyes did meet she gave me an enigmatic smile, but although I tried again I was unable to elicit the same response a second time.
Despite being preoccupied I still managed to defeat the ant, who seemed unaware that there ere several ways out of a seven-pawn attack. At the half-time break three other members of the club had offered her a drink before I even reached the bar.
I knew I could not hope to play my second match against the girl as I would be expected to challenge one of the visiting team captains. In fact she ended up playing the ant. I defeated my new opponent in a little over forty minutes and, as a solicitous host, began to take an interest in the other matches that were still being played. I set out on a circuitous route that ensured I ended up at her table. I could see that the ant already had the better of her and within moments of my arrival she had lost both her queen and the game.
I introduced myself and found that just shaking hands with her was a sexual experience. Weaving our way through the tables we strolled over to the bar together. Her name, she told me, was Amanda Curzon. I ordered Amanda the glass of red wine she requested and a half-pint of beer for myself. I Strip chess story by commiserating with her over the defeat. How did your first game with our old captain turn out? But I think he was just being courteous. She smiled. I gulped down the last drop of my beer and helped Amanda on with her coat. Before leaving I thanked the landlord for the efficient organisation of the evening.
We then strolled into the car park. I opened the passenger door of my Scirocco to allow Amanda to climb i n. I smiled and headed out on the road northwards. That black dress that I described earlier goes even higher up the legs when a girl sits back in a Scirocco.
It didn't seem to embarrass her. I asked. I'm a receptionist for a firm of estate agents in Berkeley Square. She seemed quite oblivious to the route I was taking as she chatted on about her holiday plans for Ibiza. Once we had arrived at my place I parked the car and led Amanda through my front gate and up to the flat. In the hall I helped her off with her coat before taking her through to the front room. My mother must have dropped by during the morning, I thought gratefully. To my relief I found there was an unopened bottle of wine in the larder. I ed Amanda with the bottle and two glasses a few moments later to find her studying my chess board and fingering the delicate ivory pieces that were set out for a game I was playing by post.
I quickly took my place opposite her. She smiled, picked up a white and a black bishop and hid them behind her back. Her dress became even tighter and emphasised the shape of her breasts. She then placed both clenched fists in front of me. I touched her right hand, and she turned it over and opened it to r eveal a white bishop. She checked inside her evening bag. I'd be willing to play for lower stakes.
She wasn't a bad player - what the pros call a patzer - though her Roux opening was somewhat orthodox. I managed to make the game last twenty minutes while sacrificing several pieces without making it look too obvious. When I said "Checkmate", she kicked off both her shoes and laughed.
Just a small one and then I must be off". I went to the kitchen, returned a moment later clutching the bottle, and refilled her glass. Extremely closerun thing. She hesitated. The second game took a little longer as I made a silly mistake early on, castling on my queen's side, and it took several moves to recover. However, I still managed to finish the game off in under thirty minutes and even found time to refill Amanda's glass when she wasn't looking.
She smiled at me as she hitched her dress up high enough to allow me to see the tops of her stockings. She undid the suspenders and slowly peeled the stockings off before dropping them on my side of the table. Let's say fifty pounds this time," I suggested, trying to make the offer sound magnanimous. I began to wonder what might be going through her mind. Whatever it was, she foolishly sacrificed both her rooks early Strip chess story and the game was over in a matter of minutes. Once again she lifted her dress but this time well above her waist. My eyes were glued to her thighs as she undid the black suspender belt and held it high above my head before letting it drop and her stockings on my side of the table.
It would therefore only be fair to allow you one more chance", I said, quickly resetting the board. She smiled that enigmatic smile again as I countered with my bishop's pawn. It was the best game she Strip chess story played all evening and her use of the Warsaw gambit kept me at the board for over thirty minutes.
In fact I damn nearly lost early on because I found it hard to concentrate properly on her defence strategy. A couple of times Amanda chuckled when she thought she had got the better of me, but it became obvious she had not seen Karpov play the Sicilian defence and win from a seemingly impossible position.
Once again I wanted to touch the smooth, creamy skin. She swung round to face me, shrugged gracefully and the dress fell to the ground as if a statue were being unveiled.
She leaned forward and brushed the side of my cheek with her hand, which had much the same effect as an electric shock. I emptied the last of the bottle of wine into her glass and left for the kitchen with the excuse of needing to refill my own. When I returned she hadn't moved. A gauzy black bra and pair of panties were now the only garments that I still hoped to see removed.
I passed her another glass of wine. After all, you've nearly won three times. I could not stop myself trembling as I set the board up once again. I cleared my mind, hoping she hadn't noticed that I had drunk only one glass of wine all night. I was determined to finish this one off quickly. I moved my queen's pawn one square forward.
She retaliated, pushing her king's pawn up two squares. I knew exactly what my next move needed to be and because of it the game only lasted eleven minutes. I have never been so comprehensively beaten in my life. Amanda was in a totally, different class to me.
She anticipated my every move and had gambits I had never encountered or even read of before. It was her turn to say "Checkmate", which she delivered with the same enigmatic smile as before, adding, "You did say the odds were on my side this time. When I looked up again, she had already Strip chess story that beautiful black dress back on, and was stuffing her stockings and suspenders into her evening bag. A moment later she put on her shoes. While I was doing this she replaced the little ivory pieces on the exact squares on which they had been when she had first entered the room.
She bent over and kissed me gently on the cheek. She climbed in, allowing me one more look at those long tapering legs. She smiled as the car door was closed behind her. The ant strolled round to the driver's side, got in, revved up the engine and drove the champion home. Absolutely fantastic story. The Master story teller picked by the Queen!Strip chess story
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