Love in a Boxing Ring

Patrick and I had only been dating for a few months when he asked me to join him in attending a boxing match. I thought it to be an odd request, but I agreed to go reluctantly.

As it turned out, Patrick received free tickets to the event and wanted me to go with him so he could show me off to his buddies for the first time. From what I'd heard, no one could figure out how Patrick could snag a beautiful woman who was fourteen years his junior and everyone wanted to see it to believe it. Knowing that I was going to be shown off, I decided I should dress elegant, yet sexy.

On the day of the event I finally made my final outfit decision; a short black skirt, a low-cut pink blouse, and a sleep black blazer to top it off. To sexify the ensemble, I also decided to wear black fishnets and a pair of four inch high heeled boots that covered my calves. After laying out the outfit I removed my day clothes and retreated to the bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the water so that it was warm enough to steam up the bathroom but not hot enough to scald my skin. Once in the steamy downpour my mind began to wander: Patrick and I had been friends for years, but our entire relationship was based around him wanting to be with me sexually, well, we'd been dating for four months and he had yet to make a move. Maybe tonight I'd make my move. I could start by telling him how hot I was for one of the boxers and that I wanted him to press his hot, sweaty body close to mine. Maybe that would allow Patrick to know I was in need of some attention...

I had to quickly put a stop to that thought process as I began to grow aroused with each dirty thought. So, I just allowed myself to enjoy the warm caresses of the cleansing shower.

Once clean and dried off I felt the arousal still in the midst of my body. I decided to take matters into my own hands. With my hair still dripping and my body still hot from the shower, I laid down on my soft down comforter and began to explore my body with light strokes around my full, erect nipples. Each stroke made me want Patrick inside me. I pinched my nipple and pretended that my fingers were Patrick's lips. I moved my fingers slowly down my body until I reached my favorite spot. I placed my left hand over my moistened pussy and felt the juices cover my fingers, but in my head, my juices were covering Patrick's tongue. I gently flicked my enlarged clit feeling it grow slightly with each stroke. I touched my breasts and felt my breathing become deep and heavy; I needed more though. I removed myself from my bed and walked to the suitcase in my closet. There I had kept hidden the one thing that kept me satisfied in my "desperate times". I quickly unzipped the case and pulled out my seven inch vibrator. "Okay, little friend, it's all up to you for now," I said as I returned to the bed.

I again caressed my body, this time focusing on massaging my waiting cunt making sure it was as wet as I could get it. Once I was near climaxing, I turned on my vibrator and inserted it deeply between my engulfing lips. A loud "Oh" escaped from my mouth. I moved my toy at different speeds and all over my desperate pussy. I grabbed and pinched my now sensitive nipples. I couldn't contain myself for long. Soon my moans got louder and my breaths got shorter. My toy was working its magic on me this time. I felt myself cumming. My body tensed with my vibrator deep inside me and soon my climax was overtaking me; my body bucked, my head jerked, and screams escaped me. It was the best orgasm I'd had since being in Canada; although, I was hoping that would change once I had my first night with Patrick.

With that thought, I knew that my outfit needed a slight change; instead of the black fishnets, I'd wear crotch less panties and garters with lacy, white thigh highs. This would allow Patrick to know how aroused he gets me without any barriers.

Once I came back to reality, I jumped out of bed and began getting myself ready for my date at the boxing ring. I blew my hair out straight and did my make up in a sultry way. I knew Patrick wasn't big on make up, but the look of it was the culminating element of the night. Once finished with my upper half, I got myself dressed and looked in the mirror. "Damn," I thought, "If Patrick doesn't take this tonight, then I think it's time to move on." I looked at the clock and noticed that I had a few moments to enjoy myself before Patrick would arrive, so I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. As I sat on the couch and enjoyed my "pick me up" I pondered back to my experience in the bedroom and how nice it would be to have Patrick experience it with me. No sooner had that thought popped into my head that it disappeared due to the door buzzer sounding loudly at me.

I knew it was Patrick so I didn't bother answering it. I put my glass away and proceeded out the door remembering to lock it as I pulled it shut behind me.

As I walked down the stairs, I could see Patrick through the door. The look on his face said it all; I knew he'd be mine tonight.

I opened the door and greeted him with a small peck on the cheek, "Hey there, you," I whispered.

"Good evening, Beautiful," Patrick replied while taking my hand to lead me to the waiting car.

Once settled in close in the backseat, Patrick leaned into me and inhaled deeply, "Is that a new fragrance you're wearing?"

"I haven't put on any fragrance" I responded knowing that what he could smell was the fresh scent of my sex lingering all over my body.

"Regardless, you smell terrific," and that was all he said for the rest of the ride.

When we pulled up to the convention center there was a large crowd of people. Patrick seemed to know a few of them because when we got out of the car three gentlemen flocked toward us and included us in their group. Patrick wrapped his arm around my waist indicating to his friends that I was his.

"How'd you score THAT?" one of them asked.

"It's all in what you say and how you say it," he replied confidently.

"She's too good for you, man. I think she needs to go home with a real man tonight." Another one commented.

I pushed myself closer to Patrick and said coyly, "I'm already going home with a real man." That got the guys going. Soon after arriving we were being led into the arena. The seats were set up stadium style and ours were set in the middle. I was squished between Patrick and his friend Greg. I though both could use a little excitement before the match began, so I crossed my legs allowing my skirt to rise up and reveal most of my garter. Through my peripheral I saw the expression of lust cross both their faces, and when Patrick noticed Greg staring, he leaned in and whispered, "You know what you're doing, don't you?"

"I'm attempting to get someone to fuck me tonight," I replied without breaking stride, "and I'm hoping that someone is you."

Patrick reacted just the way I wanted him to, "It sure as hell isn't going to be one of these losers," and he kissed me gently behind my ear on the spot that really gets me going.

Shortly after being seated, the lights dimmed and the announcer introduced both boxers. I hoped the match wouldn't be long; just having Patrick beside me got my juices flowing and I was ready to go for as long as it took.

When the match began Patrick placed his right hand on my thigh and began massaging it lightly. It felt wonderful, but I wanted and needed more. So, I made a scene and said, "Whoa, it's getting a little warm," and removed my jacket revealing my heaving cleavage through my blouse's plunging neckline. I then laid my blazer across my lap indicating to Patrick that if he so desired he could move that hand higher up. When he saw that I'd done it for his benefit he smiled greedily and his hand, indeed, moved closer to my awaiting sex. He stroked my inner thigh with light, soft circles, and each circle got bigger until it finally reached what it was searching for. His gentle fingers finally rubbed me in the right spot, and a soft "Oh!" fell from my mouth. Greg had evidently heard me and looked sideways at me and smiled knowing exactly what was going on beneath my blazer. I blushed and said, "Enjoy the show!" All the while, Patrick's fingers never missed a beat; he continuously moistened his fingers and saturated my clit with all of my juices. It was so sensitive now that even the lightest strokes brought me over the edge. After long moments of his fingers prodding and probing my dripping hole, Patrick finally plunged three fingers deep inside of me all the while tickling my enlarged nub bringing me to my second climax of the day. When I could no longer contain myself, I shouted, "Oh, Yes!" and bucked in my seat. I was glad, for once, that I was at a sporting event where screaming and acting crazy was permissible. Of course Greg was one of the few who knew the real reason for my outburst, and he responded quietly, "Oh, yes indeed."

Patrick continued teasing me before he removed his drenched fingers from beneath our cover. We were only in round two of the match, but it appeared that that may be all it would take for one of the boxers to be knocked out. Unfortunately, the match was increased to a third round, but luckily as soon as the bell rang, a fist flew and the opponent was down for the count which meant the match was over and my night was about to begin.

After the match, the crowd began to disperse; everyone but our little group had cleared out.

"So, are you guys going to join us for a couple of drinks?" one of Patrick's friends asked.

"No, we're going to spend the evening alone, you know, just the two of us," Patrick replied as he put his arm tightly around my shoulders.

"Suit yourself, but if you change your minds we'll be down the street," the guy said.

Greg replied, "Oh, I don't think they'll be changing their minds-Wink, wink."

Patrick then punched him in response. I just giggled. The boys then began to tickle out leaving just Patrick and me.

"So, what do you want to do tonight," Patrick said pulling me closer to him placing his lips just beside my ear to kiss me gently."

"Well, I'd love to lied down and have you make love to me all night."

"I don't know about all night, but I certainly can try." That said, Patrick grabbed my hand and led me down the steps of the stands. For a moment I thought he was leading me to the ring. When we stopped right at the steps leading to the ring, I knew what Patrick's intentions were.

"We're going to do it in the ring?" I said pulling back unsure of what to make of the idea.

"Why not? No one's around, it's quiet, and I know you're damn sure ready," he said while he walked to the bottom rope.

I coyly walked up the steps after him ready for him to ravish my body. I bent down low to step into the ring allowing Patrick to see what he was about to take part in.

From behind, Patrick wrapped his arms around me and began to kiss the back of my neck and massage my heaving breasts. I felt so involved and ready to allow him to take me any way he pleased. I felt him push his body close to me, and I could feel him pulsating against me. I slowly turned, placed my arms around his neck, and pulled his face to mine to lock our lips and entangle our tongues into the deepest kiss we'd experienced in our four months together. We continued our passionate kiss as we slowly lowered ourselves onto the hard, but bouncy surface of the ring. Our bodies tangled together into a human knot. Our kisses grew deeper and our hands began to explore each other's bodies.

I pulled up Patrick's shirt and kissed his bare chest from below. He, then, proceeded to pull me up from beneath him and pulled my blouse from my now glistening body leaving me in just my bra.

"You look amazing, Christine," he whispered while bringing his face down to my exposed chest to tease me whit his tongue. His tongue kissed every exposed piece of flesh on my upper body causing me to squirm.

"Oh, Patrick," I sighed. I reached back to remove my bra to let all of me hang out in the open for his pleasure. His tongue flicked against my full erect nipple causing me to shudder. I laid myself down pulling him on top of me. We continued to kiss and fondle each other. Between my legs I was soaked to the max and could feel him pulsating through his pants.

I began to sit up to perform my specialty on my lover, but he put his hands on my shoulders and softly pushed me back down. He kissed me deeply and then ran his tongue down the entire length of my body. Then he pulled my skirt up my thighs exposing my milky white flesh to his desire. He smiled and dipped his head down between my swollen mound. I felt his talented tongue working across every inch of my drenched sex. He was so experienced. I was squirming and moaning in no time. While he worked my clit with his tongue, he, again, plunged his fingers into me tickling me from the inside. The feelings of the combination took me over the top. My body began to buck for the third time in one night, and my breathing began to quicken; soon, I was screaming in delight, pulling Patrick's head hard into my hot sex. He continued to work me over until finally I grabbed his juice dripping face up to mine and kissed him clean.

At this point I needed to feel him inside me. I pushed him down on to the mat and began to pull off every piece of clothing he had. Once I had his shoes and socks off I continued to undo his pants with my teeth. I slowly pulled them off of his body along with his boxers exposing the perfectly aroused member to my awaiting mouth. Expecting to pleasure him the way he pleasured me, I bent down to take him fully into my mouth, but as I did, Patrick stopped me and said, "I won't last if you do that; just fuck me."

How could I resist that boldness? I picked myself up and crouched over him still wearing my skirt and boots. "You want it, eh?" I lowered myself down onto his straining member, "Oh, now you've got it!"

Patrick reached his arms around me and began to thrust as I pushed myself onto him. Thank goodness the mat was somewhat bouncy. We enjoyed each other in this way for a long while. Before long, Patrick picked me up off of him and put me on my knees. He positioned himself behind me and slammed into me roughly causing me to gasp loudly. As he continued to make love to me he reached underneath to grab my breasts. All at once I again began to feel the start of an amazing climax. I felt so invigorated and began to push myself onto Patrick hard causing me to scream with delight. As I was screaming and bucking, I felt Patrick tense up and slam me one final time, and I felt it. I felt him pulsate and let his juices flow inside my soaked pussy.

Sweating and panting, Patrick and I fell into each other and just relaxed waiting to come back to Earth. After a few moments I looked over at my lover and said, "Well, that was well worth the wait," and began to redress. Patrick, too, began to dress but not before he kissed me deeply one more time. Once we were back in a presentable state Patrick and I left the ring hoping that no one would be able to decipher the stains we'd left amongst the sweat and blood from the early match.

As we left I patted Patrick on the butt and said, "I'm glad that wasn't a wrestling match because I'm afraid of what kind of moves use on me then."