Home Run!

baseballplayerI had just gotten out of a four-year relationship, and was not interested in getting right back into another serious alliance. I was happy to be by myself, and enjoy the quiet time alone—the only thing I really missed was the sex. I found myself longing for all the joys of a one-night stand without any of the responsibility of a relationship. I wanted a man’s hands to roam my body, his tongue to explore me, and his cock to become hard in my hand.

My friend had invited me to a baseball game in her hometown, and I decided to take her up on it. To me baseball was a little boring, but I did love to look at the players’ butts in those tight uniforms. In my current state of mind, I thought visual stimulation from some healthy specimens might do just the trick. The day of the game turned out to be warm and sunny. I decided to wear tight denim shorts and a white tank top to accentuate my curvy assets in case I saw a ball player worthy of rounding my bases.

The minute we sat down on thebleachers, the perfect recruit caught my eye. He was the assistant coach, young— about 20 years old— with a sexy goatee and dark brown, curly hair that wildly jutted from under his cap. I immediately noticed how his muscles filled out the uniform. His shirt was just a bit too small, hugging his torso in all the right places, making the view all the better. I knew I would enjoy this game after all, now that I could fantasize about him throughout every inning.

He then turned around to face the field and I not only noticed his firm round buns, but also saw that the name on the back of his uniform said O’Conner.

“Who is that?” I asked my friend hoping she could give me some information about this hottie.

“The assistant coach?” she questioned.

I nodded.

“I went to school with his older brother. If good fucks run in the family, you’ll have it made. I’ll introduce you after the game.”

I couldn’t wait. I could hardly concentrate on the game as my mind ran wild, fantasizing about having this sexy young thing at my will. My mouth was watering thinking about his cock between my lips and his hand firmly stroking my pussy.

The innings flew by in a fantasy-laden haze, as I daydreamed about all of the ways I’d like to seduce this image of masculine perfection. His athleticism was sure to provide an amazing amount of stamina and I couldn’t help but excitedly anticipate the sexual marathons that might lie ahead. After the game my friend introduced us. He was even better looking up close. He had light brown eyes, and deliciously full lips. He was nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another. This was going to be more fun than I had imagined!

“Nice to meet you,” he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. I took his hand and pulled him closer to me.

“Meet me in the dugout tonight at ten o’clock,” I whispered in his ear.

He smiled and turned red. I immediately got wet from excitement and anticipation, then walked back to the car before he could come up with an excuse.

When ten o’clock finally came, I was waiting in the dugout with a bottle of wine and some candles. I had played the entire evening in my mind hundreds of times since the afternoon and became more excited with every new erotic daydream. I looked at my watch. I feared that he was going to stand me up, but just then I saw some headlights. I grinned to myself, amused that I had learned so much about the opposite sex in my 28 years.

When he entered the dugout the candlelight surrounded him. He had on blue jeans and a flannel shirt and looked even yummier than he had earlier. He smelled of cologne and toothpaste. I enjoyed the thought of him getting ready for his date with me. Had he been thinking about this moment as much as I had been throughout the day?

As I asked him to sit down and poured him a glass of wine, it occurred to me that I was serving alcohol to a minor. I giggled to myself.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” he admitted. “This is only my second time with a woman. The firsttime went so quick. I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”

He seemed so sweet and sincere and his sexual inexperience only intensified my lust.

“Just sit back and enjoy yourself. Don’t worry about me. You gave me the biggest thrill just by showing up.” Little did I know that I was in for much bigger thrills.

Slowly I removed his shirt and began kissing his sculpted chest and smooth neck, working my way up to his ears. He let out a small moan. I licked his lips and started to suckle them tenderly. They were so soft and sensual and his breath tasted sweet. To my surprise he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in harder and closer. Within seconds, he went from a shy innocent to a raging, virile, young Don Juan.

Our kisses became deep and passionate and his tongue sent shivers down my spine. He lifted my shirt over my head and began to kiss my breasts as he fumbled with the clasp on my bra. Helping him, I took it off. His smile of satisfaction beamed in the glow of the candles while he heatedly rubbed my two mounds of flesh. I stood and slowly removed my tight jeans, revealing my black thong underwear. He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him, kissing my pierced belly button. He rolled his tongue around my navel and I could feel myself getting wet. I knelt down and began to unbutton his jeans.

His swelled member throbbed beneath the denim and I was dying to feel him inside of me. Once I removed his boxers, I let my mouth consume his rock-hard cock. I licked and sucked until he moaned so loudly, I thought that he was going to explode in my mouth. I slowly drew my lips from his throbbing member.

He removed my panties and sat me down on the bench, working his way down my body, kissing me softly on my thighs. Then, as if some animal had taken control of him, he pushed my legs open and began eating and sucking me until I came so hard, I thought that I would never come back down to earth. I gazed at his young face and saw a wonderful look of satisfaction. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to feel that long, hard dick inside my aching pussy.

We both laid down on the soft blanket I had spread out on the bottom of the dugout and he plunged his dick into my pulsating pussy. I don’t think I ever wanted a cock as badly as I wanted his. He dove deep inside of me and touched all of my most tender areas causing euphoric rushes to overtake my body. He felt incredible.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and my heart and the rest of my body wanted him so badly that I knew this would be one of the best sexual experiences of my life. Moving my hips back and forth on him, I could feel myself coming, and he exploded along with me. My body shook, and my breath was heavy. It felt amazing, but I was sad it was over.

We sat quiet and still for a few minutes, and then as if he read my mind, I could feel him get hard again. Youth was a wonderful thing, and I was in for a long, hard night!

by Rebecca Larson