Well before I found Literotica, I started chatting with a lovely young lady on a fan forum for our favorite football team. We hit it off well, both being in dead end relationships, and before too long, began exchanging sexually explicit private messages on the forum. Once a year, all the participants in the forum get together for a football reunion weekend, where we root on the team at a home game. This is a fantasy we shared about how we would love to meet in person at that event, and what we would do to each other if we did.
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I can't believe the day is finally here. It's Saturday night of the online forum reunion weekend and my wife can't figure out what I'm so nervous about. I tell her that I'm nervous because I haven't seen everybody in almost two years, but what she doesn't know is that it's seeing the person that I've never met before that really has me anxious.
I dress casually, jeans and my favorite player's jersey. We pull up outside the End Zone Bar & Grill and I'm overcome by two distinct feelings...wild anticipation and near nausea! My heart is in my throat and "little johnson" is straining the peek out through my fly and see what all the fuss is about!
Just like I did at the first reunion, I burst into the place, like a bag of hand-grenades and shout "BIG JOHN'S IN THE HOUSE!" As I'm rushed by Keith, Moe, RJ, Psycho, Conan and all the rest of the cast of characters of the forum, my eyes dart around the room hoping to catch a glimpse of someone I know wouldn't be the type to rush up and join the mass greeting after such a bombastic entrance. Of course, it's crowded, dark, and having only one good picture to go off of, I can't really see if you're in the room.
What I do see though, is my wife rolling her eyes, knowing that this is going to be one of THOSE nights, where she doesn't know anyone and feels on the outside looking in. I introduce her to the gang, as they show us over to the table where Moe has the customary name badges. I'm in luck, they're alpha by last name, so it'll be easy to tell if she's here already or not...L, L, L....M, M, M....N, N, hmmmm, no Newton, YOU'RE ALREADY HERE! As I reach down to grab my badge, my other hand is reaching down to readjust the expanding uncomfortable situation that his happening in my pants.
I grab my wife and head straight to the bar, because the way my heart is racing, I could really use a drink. LadyHeart greats me with a big hug and sets us up with our first round on the house. As I'm glancing around the bar to take in the recent improvements of the expansion project, I spot a couple sitting at the corner of the bar, kind of away from the crowd. They're sitting close, but they're really not talking to each other much. Our eyes meet, and in a instant, I know it's you. Your eyes are smiling much more than your lips are, and the telling shift on the bar stool let's me know that you not only know it's me, but the anticipation of meeting has been having the exact same effect on you.
Our eyes are locked on each other for what seems like forever, and while you continue to squirm in your seat, you're not making any indication that you're going to come over to me, so I know I have to make my way over to you. It takes like 20 minutes to navigate the crowd, having to stop to say hello to everyone from the forum, and of course introduce them to the wife. Being how I am, everyone gets a big hug, male and female alike, but I keep looking over the huggee's shoulder to keep tabs on you. You are waiting patiently, and still nervously squirming.
FINALLY, I get over to the corner of the bar, and glancing down at your name badge, I say, "you guys must be Lois and Tony."
The anticipation finally getting the better of you, you jump up and say, "and you must be Big John!" and give me a great big hug. As our bodies squeeze together for what feels like an eternity, I feel your breast on my chest, and can feel your nipples becoming hard and erect. I'm pretty sure you feel my growing situation too. Breaking our hug, I shake hands with Tony and introduce you both to the wife. We stand and chat for awhile about the team and the upcoming game and such, when Keith pulls me away to do some Jameson shots with the gang.
It is so great to be seeing everyone again, but I'm dying to get back to you and continue our conversation. As I'm getting pulled from this one to that, I'm keeping an eye on that corner of the bar. Things seem to not be going well, and I see you and Tony get up to leave. My heart sinks in my chest.
Thankfully, Renee heads you off near the door to ask what's wrong. You explain that Tony has a terrible headache and wants to go back to the hotel. Our eyes meet as I'm watching this unfold from across the room, and we're both looking like we're going to cry.
And then I hear Renee say, "I'm staying at the same hotel, I'll be glad to share a cab with Lois if she really wants to stay." Miraculously, Tony agrees, and Renee leads you over to the group she was talking with.
As if the stars are aligning, a short while later my wife comes up to me to say, "It looks like you really want to catch up with all these folks, and I'm kind of dragging you down. I'm going to head back to the hotel now. Have fun honey." And just like that, we find ourselves both in the same place, at the same time, unencumbered by either of our spouses. This could get good.
Fighting the urge to just grab you and drag you away to a quiet spot to chat, I continue to work the crowd, but keep and eye on you the whole time. Ironically, you're standing with Renee, Daniella, and a few of the other women, and you seem to be enjoying yourself. Your group is standing just to the right of the bar, and you're standing with your back to the wall.
Keith grabs me and a few more of the guys and says, "What are we all...gay? Let's go talk to the women folk," and we all descend on your circle. Bravely, I choose to stand right next to you, and the gleam in your eye tells me you're happy that I did. As Keith and I entertain the crowd, rattling off dirty jokes and filthy limericks, my hand accidentally touches yours, and the way you jump tells me it sent the same surge of electricity up your spine as it did mine.
As more people join our circle to add their own dirty jokes to the mix, we all have to crunch together, to accommodate the larger crowd. You take the opportunity to step slightly in front of me, and then push gently back, so your ass is now firmly planted in my crotch. I feel my knees weaken, and you clearly feel the results of your actions, my hardening cock nestling against your ass, and know that I approve.
The beers are flowing, the conversation is lively, but the most intoxicating feeling is from the contact between our bodies. You've been teasing me by pressing and circling your bottom, ever so slightly, so nobody would notice. Not to be outdone, I gently place my hand on the back of your thigh, and start moving it up your leg. I can't believe what you do next. Shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you part your legs just a little more, allowing me to feel the heat and dampness emanating from your in-seam. I take full advantage of my newfound access, and gently stroke you from behind.
Renee mentions she needs to pee, and you say you'll go with her. While you walk toward the ladies' room I wonder if I've gone too far. When you and Renee return, you've brought me a fresh beer, and as you return to your previous position, I feel you stuff something into my pocket, as you whisper in my ear, "do not look at what I just gave you in public." You give me a look to let me know you're not joking. The curiosity is killing me, but I can't betray your trust. I know I have to get to a private place to see what it is.
I immediately excuse myself to go to the men's room. I go into one of the stalls, for maximum privacy, and can't believe what I pull out of my pocket...it's a pair of pink, French-cut cotton panties with an extremely damp spot in the crotch, and a wonderfully heady aroma. I contemplate relieving the stress I've been feeling since I was getting dressed for this evening, but the panties aren't that damp, so I figure if you can wait, then so can I. As I walk back to resume my same position, nuzzled up behind you, I'm realizing now that there is one less layer of clothing between me and your silky pink parts.
After about another half hour of talking, laughing, and almost constant teasing of each other's naughty bits, which is totally oblivious to the crowd, you excuse yourself to the ladies room again, this time going alone. As I'm fixated on your beautiful ass as you walk away, I see you're walking toward the Family Restroom, instead of the ladies room.
You see, part of the recent expansion to the bar was to comply with a new local ordinance, requiring all public restaurants and taverns of a specific capacity to not only offer men's and ladies' rooms, but also to provide a private, single occupancy bathroom for couples with small children. The room is large enough to have a full sized toilet and sink, as well as a comfortable easy chair for breast-feeding, and a fold-down shelf for diaper changing. Since this is a private restroom, there is no stall around the toilet, so everything is open in the one big room. All throughout the evening, people have been using this bathroom whenever the line is too long at the ladies' room.
As you place your hand on the door handle, before you walk in, you look back over your shoulder at me and give me a knowing glance. Or at least I think it's a knowing glance. And at this point after all the teasing, I'm not willing to miss an opportunity, so I slide away from the crowd and make my own way toward the Family Restroom myself.
I turn the handle, and am shocked to find the door is not locked. I'm thinking "two halves of the same brain", but as the door starts to open, you shriek, "I'm peeing in here!"
I reply, "It's me."
"Well then, come on in and lock that door behind you."
I walk in and stop in my tracks. You're sitting on the toilet fully enjoying the final moments a very powerful piss that comes after this many hours of being at a tavern. My eyes are drinking in the sights and the smells of this unbelievable view. I'm staring at your sparsely covered but neatly trimmed pink parts, which are fully engorged and I swear I can see your throbbing pulse as your stream slows to a dribble. Instinctively you reach for the toilet paper roll, which breaks me from my trance. I gently touch your hand and say, "allow me."
