Sex and Baseball

She was about to kneel down to undo his belt when he grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her up so he could put his mouth over hers again. Moving his lips to her neck, he untied her robe and slid his arms around to pull her naked body against his bare chest. The feel of flesh on flesh made her gasp; she hadn't felt that in so long and it was wonderful. The robe slid off her shoulder as he began to nibble on it and before she knew it, she was totally exposed with the terrycloth garment in a heap on the floor.

Man am I glad I switched some of those lights off. Suddenly every flaw she saw in the mirror in the morning felt like they had neon arrows pointing to them. God I hate being vulnerable.

The look he gave her was pure lust. "You're beautiful," he whispered as he ran his hands over her body. And just like that, her insecurities were gone.

She reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair as their lips met again. Cupping an ass cheek in each hand, he lifted her against him and spun around to deposit her on the edge of the bed. He laid her down and began kissing and caressing her nipples; one with his teeth and the other with his hand, switching back and forth while she arched her back to better accommodate his mouth. With her nipples nice and stiff, his lips began to make their way down her stomach. He was very leisurely in this venture and Sabrina was pretty sure she could feel how wet with anticipation she was.

He finally let his hand start to stroke her smooth slit slowly but firmly up and down. He loved how wet she already was. He started moving his hand in circles as he caressed her, taking extra care of her clit before plunging a finger inside her. She was so tight - he couldn't wait to fuck her tiny hole.

Patience is a virtue.

He slid his head between her legs and let his tongue take over for his finger. She gasped and grabbed a fistful of bed sheets as he fucked her with his tongue while continuing to rub her clit. He could tell she was already close to coming all over his face so he didn't understand why she grabbed his head in both hands and drew him back to her mouth.

"You're going to make cum," she whispered.

"Of course I am, and more than once."

"I don't want to yet. I want to cum with you," she drawled as she slithered down his body to take his pants off.

She took her time doing so, taking him in her mouth over his pants and cupping his balls. Her hot breath through the fabric was driving him crazy. She finally removed his pants but left his boxer briefs on while kissing and rubbing his inner thighs before working her way back to his cock. Thankfully, Sabrina finally freed his dick from the confines of his underwear; it was so hard in her hand as she began to stroke him gently up and down. Mindful not to neglect his balls, she lowered herself between his legs and began to suck and pull on them while she kept the rhythm steady on his cock.

His groans were all the encouragement she needed to know she was doing it right. Feeling adventurous, she let her tongue go lower to lick his taint and the outer part of his ass as he tea bagged her face. His musky smell was so sexy, and she took a deep breath in to savor it before sucking his skin back to his cock. Once there, she took him all in her mouth without letting her lips touch his shaft. When he was fully engulfed, she drew her lips around him and gently sucked as she pulled him out of her mouth; circling the head with her tongue before taking him all the way to the base again and holding him there for a few seconds before pulling him out again. She began to take shallow strokes with her mouth as she used her hand to help pleasure him. Tasting something sweet and salty, she took that as her cue to stop so she could finally feel him inside her.

Moving back up his body, she straddled him at the waist. His body was so muscular and wide that the mere act of putting her legs on the sides of his body opened her pussy. She began to slide up and down on his cock without letting him enter her, holding her small hands on his strong, hairy chest for support. Twice she acted like she was going to put his cock in her but then wiggled and moved him away from her entrance. On the third time, John thrust in and it took both their breaths away as he filled her tiny pussy. He pushed forward, just a little, allowing her to get used to him. He pulled back and pushed forward a little more; doing this repeatedly, taking his time until he was completely inside her. It felt amazing. Sabrina started moving her hips rhythmically back and forth and soon was sitting up straight on him in order to take him as deep inside as she could. When his entire cock was filling her, she ground her hips against his to relish the feeling of them totally entwined, then fell forward onto his chest. There he hugged her tight with his strong arms and fucked her hard and fast. She wanted to wiggle her body in delight but he wouldn't let her move an inch as he thrust into her over and over, the sound of his balls slapping against her echoing in her ears as she let go and just allowed herself to feel how wonderful he felt. Loosening his hold, he drew her chin to his face where he thoroughly kissed her. She could still taste herself on his lips and it only excited her more.

Sitting back up straight, she put her hands back onto his thighs and fully exposed herself to him. He knew what she was after; as she started moving up and down on his cock, he began to rub her clit. He did this slowly at first, while she was moving slowly and seductively on him, but as she began to ride him harder and faster, the speed and pressure of his fingers working her increased. He could feel how wet she was getting, her nipples standing at full attention as she arched her back and moaned. Suddenly, she stopped riding him and started to gasp as she pressed her clit against his hand that was feverishly rubbing it; arching her back even more before her body started to convulse.

"Oh my god!" she cried out as she felt the wave of climax wash over her.

Before she could even come down from her orgasmic high, John flipped her over and began to fuck her hard. The sensation was amazing to Sabrina and only served to extend her pleasure. When he started to gasp, she knew he was about to explode and implored him, "Please cum on my tits!"

John was more than happy to oblige and shot his load all over her boobs. It felt so warm as it hit her skin that she reached up to smear it all over her as he spurted out. When he finished, she leaned over to clean him off and taste the fruit of their efforts. When he was spit shined, literally, they lay back on the bed for a few minutes before John got up to get her a towel to clean her chest with. Cold cum was not as sexy as when it first comes out warm and gooey.

She straddled him above the waist and laid her head on his chest while he stroked her hair.

"That was lovely," she purred with her eyes closed.

They must have fallen asleep because a buzzing noise brought Sabrina out of a delicious dream she was having about their Round Two. She had just started to doze off when the noise woke her again. Wanting to stop the sound and disoriented where it was coming from, she followed the buzzing. It was John's cell. She just needed to find a way to turn it off but when she looked down, the words she saw made her wide awake.

A text from Janice read: Hey baby! I thought you were coming over after the game? What happened? I'll leave the door unlocked if you want to slip into bed with me!

Oh. Hell. No.

She knew she had no right to be jealous but she did have a right to feel used. Yes, this was probably a one-night stand but she thought it was at least a one-night stand with an unattached man. She quickly got dressed and quietly left without saying a word to him.

John woke up a little while later, ready to start their next session. It took him a minute to realize that not only was she not in bed with him, she was gone. What the hell happened?

He was confused; why would she just leave like that? They'd had such a great time - had he imagined the mutualness of the feeling? He was tempted to text her when he realized that not only did he not have her number, he didn't even know her last name. Disappointment set in next to his confusion. He had felt something for her that was different than anyone he'd ever met and after the go round they just had in the sack, he knew he wanted to explore it. Now it seemed he wouldn't have the opportunity.

Sabrina woke the next morning still pissed. Her sleep had been fitful; how could she have misjudged him like that? She refused to give him any credit that he was just that good at fooling her, instead, opting for the, "I am such an idiot" approach.

She was glad the college team was away for the next two weeks. She hadn't decided how she was going to avoid him at the games but there was no way he was keeping her from going.

Unfortunately, John was occupying a lot of her thoughts but she really had no desire to be one of many women he was seeing. She replayed the night over and over, trying to figure out how she missed the signs.

Keeping busy and not thinking about him was hard; the charities that she volunteered with were in a lull, having just had their spring events and a girl can only clean her house and play online scrabble so many times. As luck would have it, she got a call from the Padres front office; they needed someone to look at a few local players and immediately thought of her.

She especially liked going to watch high school games; she didn't know any of the players or their families and people knew damn well not to bother her. She could get her afternoon fix of baseball and not be vested in any of the players or the outcome so she would leave early.

Of all the stands in all the high schools, he was sitting in hers.

How the hell did that happen?

She knew he wasn't stalking her when he seemed startled to see her. Fuck he looked good.

Hmmm, maybe I was a little hasty. He never really said he didn't have a girlfriend.

Wow, she must be hornier than she thought or she found him just that sexy. She wondered who he was there watching. He seemed visibly uncomfortable at her presence; which both pleased and intrigued her.

John noticed Sabrina when he was looking around the stands to see if the rumored scout was there. You could have knocked him over with a feather when he realized it was her. On the one hand, this was his opportunity to find out what happened and at least get her information for future follow-up. On the other, this wasn't exactly the venue to do that. He was there with his ex-wife just a few rows down to watch his twin sons play and knew it was taboo to even talk to a scout; not that she was there to watch his boys. They were just 14 but good enough to be on varsity. But still.

He made eye contact with her and she smiled. Well, that's at least a good sign. His mind wandering to their night in the hotel room - he thought it had been amazing and was dismayed that she hadn't.

I must be losing my touch.

He gleaned a little self-satisfaction when he noticed that she stayed the entire game. He took that as a sign and followed her to her car. He wasn't sure what he was going to do if anyone called him out for talking to the girl from the Padres, but how good she looked in those shorts was worth the risk. Especially if there was even the slightest possibility those legs would be wrapped around him again sometime in the near future. Like tonight.

"I feel like we have some unfinished business," he said as he got into her personal space.

"No, I think our business was finished," she countered coolly. Damn he smelled good.

"Did I do something wrong?" his eyes were urgently searching hers for an answer.

Could she have misinterpreted the text? She chastised herself a little; there was no way she had misunderstood that text.

"Your dance card is a little fuller than I prefer the man I'm sleeping with to be."

Ah. He wondered if that might be the possibility when he saw Janice's text the next morning. Janice was a friend with benefits, nothing more, but he also was positive that Sabrina did not have those kinds of friends. He wasn't sure how to explain it so he decided to just address it head on.

"If you're talking about Janice's text, she is a woman I see on occasion when we are both wanting sex. I haven't seen her in months, but she had contacted me about the possibility of getting together. Then I met you and had no desire to be anywhere but where you were."

Okay, she could buy that. Actually, she wanted to buy that because he made parts of her tingle just being next to him. But how does she concede gracefully that she may have been rash in her exit in the middle of the night before talking to him about it?

Widening her stance, she relaxed her body a little and touched his hand.

"I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say? Obviously that's not something I'm interested in, so maybe we should have had that conversation before the two bottles of wine."

Well, what is she interested in? He would love to get to know her better, not to mention fuck her again. And again.

Feeling emboldened, he grabbed her around the waist, held her tightly against him, and looked her in the eye. "Well let's have dinner again and have the conversation, then 2 more bottles of wine."

To paraphrase The Godfather, he made her an offer she couldn't refuse.

She didn't look or pull away. "Where would you like to go?"

He wanted to say his place. The boys were going to their mom's so they'd be alone, but he'd had his share of weirdos and stalkers so he was hesitant. He was confident she was neither but then again, he had felt that way about Beth. After their tumultuous breakup, he ended up having to change his phone number, email addresses, even his online nicknames, and install security cameras at his house.

"How about Jetsetter's?" He liked that location; the food was good but more importantly, it was close to a hotel.

"Jetsetter's? Isn't that where married men take their mistresses?"

He'd never heard that but could see there being some validity to it.

"Why don't we just worry about what we're up to and hopefully we won't see anybody we know doing something they shouldn't be."

They had a lovely meal in a corner booth where they laughed and shared stories about everything they could think of. John decided to broach the subject of what she was interested in. They hadn't quite finished their first bottle of wine.

"I don't know, John? I'm far too old to play games and way too old fashioned to be comfortable sleeping with more than one person. I guess I would expect the same. Do I necessarily want to be your 'girlfriend'? No, not right now. Would I want to in the future? Maybe, who knows? I'm not asking for anything from you other than to not be sleeping around if you're sleeping with me. If you decide that you're interested in someone else, just have the common decency to let me know."

"I think that's perfectly reasonable," he said as he leaned over and kissed her softly on the mouth. Teasing her, he continued, "Can I have your phone number now? And your last name?"

She blushed at the realization that she was touting herself as old fashioned but had sex with him not even knowing her last name.

"It's Bradford."

They had only had one bottle when she found him staring lustfully at her.

"Wanna get out of here?" he brazenly asked. He still had Round Two to take care of and there was no way he was falling asleep this time before Round Three.

She reached over and squeezed the inside of his thigh, just below where his cock was resting. "I'd love to."

The second they were in the hotel room, he was tugging a handful of her hair as he planted his mouth firmly and urgently on hers. She returned his frenzied fondling and kissing. He was going to fuck her hard and rough, the first time anyway. Maybe he was harboring a little resentment from how she slipped away in the middle of the night last time. Maybe he just wanted her that badly.

Ripping open her blouse, he stared at her chest, groaning, "Oh my God!" before yanking down her bra and grabbing both her boobs, kneading them with no hint of gentleness before biting down on her nipples. She gasped and threw her head back moaning while he assaulted her pink knots with his mouth.

She was soaked. His forcefulness a total turn-on. There was a lot of built up tension between them and this was a wonderful way to release some of it.

Returning to her mouth, he pulled her hair so her head came back and he fervently sucked and kissed her neck while reaching up the leg opening in her shorts, shoving her panties aside so he could harshly finger fuck her. He held her chin, staring at her face as he jammed his fingers in her and she gasped with every thrust.

"Mmmmm that is a wet pussy," he growled.

The rawness of his desire and dominance was hot and she was going to cum if he didn't stop. Feeling her increased wetness on his hand, he stopped. He wasn't about to let her climax anytime soon.

Pulling her over to the bed, he undid his pants and she immediately went to work on pleasuring his balls, rubbing them all over her face before licking and sucking them urgently. John undid her bra then grabbed her by the hair and drew her mouth to his cock, which he held firmly in his other hand.

"Suck it," he ordered and she obediently complied, taking him entirely in her mouth and right away getting down to slurping and stroking him. He used her hair to move her head up and down on his shaft until he stood up and pushed her onto her knees so he could properly fuck her face.

"That's it, take it all in your mouth," he said as he jammed his cock into her throat; her gagging noises only increased his pleasure as he rammed her repeatedly.

She stopped him and ran his wet cock over her cheeks and lips, staring into his eyes as she did and he groaned while pulling her by the wrists to her feet; tugging her shorts and panties down to her ankles before pushing her onto the bed and crawling in between her legs, up her body until he reached her mouth. Looking at her with total hunger, he purposefully lowered his mouth back onto hers as his hands massaged and pulled her nipples before thrusting his cock hard into her glistening, tight pussy.

Not letting her get used to him this time, he fucked her with a powerful rhythm; entering her hard and deep and pulling out enough to ram back in her with a force that made her tits jiggle.

He grunted his pleasure in between groans of "Oh yeah, baby!" and "Fuck yeah." Sabrina was moaning and gasping, loving how deep he was plunging inside her.

He stopped and flipped her over onto all fours, diving in between her ass cheeks with his tongue. He pulled her apart and licked her from her crack to her clit, taking pit stops along the way to suck and taste before mounting her, his legs squatting just outside her thighs as he plummeted into her tiny hole.

Her breathing was ragged as he ravaged her and when he licked his thumb and pressed it into her backdoor, she gasped. That was virgin territory but he gently and expertly moved in and out and it only increased her pleasure.

John knew she was aching to cum and withdrew his cock as she whimpered for him not to stop. He lay down on the bed and sat her on his face. Looking at him between her legs as he licked her had her in sheer ecstasy. When he spread her lips apart and started sucking on her clit, she closed her eyes, loving how good it felt. Soon she was rolling her hips against his face and when he slid a finger inside her pussy, she shuddered with "Oh yes, yes. Right there!" and ground her pink slit against his mouth as her orgasm started to erupt. She held her breath until she was writhing in convulsions as she gasped "Yes! Yes!" over and over.