I first saw Scott during my freshman year of college on my way back from a cigarette break. I was passing by the lacrosse field, and watched as he slammed his hard body into a member of the opposing team. Normally I wouldn’t have noticed the jocks running at each other, but something about that aggression caught my attention. I wanted him to throw me down with that kind of force, and thrust his solid member into my awaiting pussy.
I had to have him, or rather, he had to have me, whether he knew it or not. So I patiently awaited the end of the game, smoking several cigarettes to occupy the time. It was starting to get dark by the time the game was over, so I knew it was the perfect time to make my move. I put out my cigarette and walked over. I was wearing a tight-fitting, maroon colored dress that was cut so low in the front that I thought my breasts would pop out at any moment. Luckily Scott was one of the last off the field, so I had plenty of opportunity to step in. I watched him take off his uniform, stripping down to his shorts. I bit my lip in anticipation of all the naughty things I would be doing with him later.
“Tough game?” I asked.
“Yeah, it was…” his voice trailed off. “Who are you?”
“A fan. You can call me Roshel. I was watching you play.”
“Ok.”
“Well, let me put this bluntly. We need to fuck.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Right now.”
“Wow, I umm…”
“Follow me.”
A few minutes later we were in a small clearing in the woods behind the lacrosse field. He was wearing only his shorts and sneakers. His muscular frame was emphasized by the dwindling sunlight, every bulge highlighted. And bulging he was. I could see the pressure his hardening manhood was putting on his shorts. I wanted to know what he would taste like. I pulled him down to the ground and straddled him. I wasn’t wearing any panties, and I could feel myself dampening his shorts, grinding my clit against his shaft. He reached up and began playing with my breasts, pinching my nipples. I leaned over and slid my tongue between his lips and kissed him deeply, still rocking my hips against him. He then threw me onto my back and pulled off my dress.
“Shit, you’re hot,” was all he had to say.
“Have you ever dominated a woman before?”
“You mean with that whips and chains stuff? No…”
I grabbed his cock and began stroking it, “would you like to?”
“Ohhh I don’t know. Yes, but-“