It's Saturday afternoon on the college baseball field during a home game. Morgan (28 yrs.) is a voluptuous sandy-blonde (40-25-35). She wears a white halter-top. It wraps around her tits which ties in the front. Her dollar-size pink areolas and nipples press against that top.
Morgan sits in the stadium bleachers with her friend Angie (28 yrs.). Both are looking through binoculars at the male athletes on the field. Baseball fans enjoy the game too.
Morgan doesn't see Trey (20 yrs.) on the field. He hadn't played in the last few games because of a severe thigh injury. He's also a sandy-blonde who stands only at 5'7" but is a top athlete. Her binoculars search the bleachers behind the home team dug-out. She recognizes Trey limping down the stairs carrying hot dogs and sodas. He hands one of each to his girlfriend Sally.
On social media. Trey is always stripped to the waist. He has cut shoulder muscles and a very flat stomach.
MORGAN: Well, he isn't limping as much.
ANGIE: You found Trey?
MORGAN: Yeah, sitting with his girlfriend.
ANGIE: How many times have you run into him?
MORGAN: Without talking? Four times.
ANGIE: Is he going to make a move?
MORGAN: When that girlfriend isn't with him.
ANGIE: Trey is taking too long.
MORGAN: I know, but he'll make that move.
ANGIE: It doesn't stop those other college boys.
MORGAN: I'll give Trey a little more time. He's cute as hell.
While Trey eats his hot dog. He slowly turns his head in the direction of Morgan. He knows that she's been watching him.
The game is over and the crowd leaves the stadium. Spectators walk past Trey who stands outside of the women's restroom. Morgan walks out and their eyes meet. He quickly glances down at her incredible tits.
MORGAN: Your girlfriend is still inside.
TREY: And, you're following me.
MORGAN: I am?
TREY: Yeah, you are.
MORGAN: Well, Trey. What are you gonna do about it?
TREY: What's your name?
MORGAN: Morgan.
TREY: Uh... I can't get away from my girlfriend.
MORGAN: Have you tried?
TREY: Yeah, but failed.
MORGAN: Well, try harder.
She pulls out a pen and walks up to him. He watches her tits jiggle. She grabs his-hand and writes her phone number on his palm.
He watches her walk away just as his girlfriend steps out of the restroom.
It's Friday night outside hotel room 310. Trey and Morgan are kissing in the hallway. She pulls out the room card-key and opens the door.
Trey pushes Morgan back against the wall. They kiss hard as both tongues fight each other. He then pulls off his t-shirt.
He says, "I'll take off your clothes."
She responds, "Okay."
They both kiss as their lips burn with hotness.
She has no bra on as Trey's fingers slip inside of the buttoned up blouse. He aggressively pulls it open.
R-I-P.... Buttons fly into the air.
Her big tits flop wildly. His eyes watch those pink areolas and nipples.
He says, "Holy fuck. Incredible."
Trey turns her around body and pushes her hands onto the wall. His fingers lift up her skirt. They jerk down the thong over her butt-cheeks and down to the knees.
He says, "My cock is so damn hard."
His fingers unbuckle the belt and top button on his jeans. He unzips and pushes down the jeans plus his black jockey shorts. Trey's 5 and 3/4-inch cock springs free.
Both of his hands reach down and push Morgan's thighs open. He licks his right-hand palm and strokes it over his shaft and engorged cock-tip.
His cock-tip then opens her pussy lips and he pushes in slowly.
She replies, "Ohhhh... Trey."
He whispers, "Fuck."
Both of his hands reach around to grab her tits. The fingers pinch both nipples. His face leans over her left shoulder and his chest presses against her back.
He pushes in short and fast.
Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.
