It was another football weekend and having to attend another losing game wasn't my idea of a good time. I'd been dating this professor for a few months and his attendance at games was mandatory. He knew I didn't want to be there and would have preferred for us to have stayed in bed all day, drawing out our morning pleasure.
As we stood in a crush of people waiting for tickets, he reached inside my long stadium coat and first gently, and then tightly, squeezed my nether lips. For just a moment he tried to work his thumb into my wet slit through my panties and then quickly turned away from me as the crowd moved as one closer to the ticket window.
My lover's quick feel while waiting in line waiting for football tickets was electrifying. I was instantly aroused. Even though he never touched me again during the game, I could still feel the mark of his pinching fingers on my clit.
In spite of the distractions of cheering fans around me I stayed focused on my arousal. In the midst of the din I could feel tingling and had a near constant flow of juice. I wanted to feel my engorged lips and clitoris. I wanted to feel my welcoming slipperiness. I wanted to feel how hot I was inside. I wanted to cum.
A small moan escaped me. Only he heard me. He turned to me. "What is going on with you?" and he winked. I was breathing through my mouth and taking long deep breaths. I lifted my chin and looked at him, my eyes darting about his face. I took his hand and squeezed it. A small orgasm rippled through me. I squeezed his hand and moaned again. I tried to pull his hand to the same spot that had initiated my arousal.
Finally he understood what was happening and looked long into my eyes. I reached up and pulled his head close to my mouth. I quickly licked his ear and whispered "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, please"
His astonishment at my heightened arousal was obvious. He leaned to me and kissed the top of my head and gave me a hug. This was an acceptable display of affection at a football game with other faculty and then his attention went back to the game as a great roar erupted from the crowd over a successful first down play.
Finally the game ended. I think we won, there was much cheering and yelling and the crowd began to move out of the stands. I'd been so focused on my arousal I was unaware of what was going on around me.
I couldn't wait to get to the van. It seemed there were scads of people to talk to on the way out and I was nearly dripping and feared it would soon escape my panties and drool down my legs. I could almost hear a squishing sound as I walked. I was a little concerned that others might hear me.
By the time we got to his gold Chevy Safari van, there weren't many vehicles in the lot. As he got to the van and stopped to click the door opener, I leaned against him from behind, grabbed his other hand, turned it upward and pressed it against my wet pussy.
"My god, you're wet!" he smiled at me. "Let's get out of here."
I opened my mouth and took a shuttering breath. "I can't wait that long. I need you now. Here."
"What do you have in mind?" he asked, turning his head toward me and furrowing his brow quizzically.