Although the brisk fall air was stinging my cheeks a rosey pink, I wore a giant smile as I basked in the energy of the crowd at my first CFL football game. I cheered and booed along with the home town fans, having no team loyalties of my own, despite growing up nearer to the Alouettes' rivals, in Toronto. I was attending the game alone, just one more face in the crowd. My attendance was a suggestion given to me by a friend who had learned of my business trip through Montreal, and rattled off a list of places to visit and things to do. While I doubted I would be able or willing to visit some of the events, I had chosen the football game as an exciting way to blow off steam after a long week of conferences.
I clapped along with some music designed to rile up the crowd as half time approached, with the Alouettes in a commanding 21-3 lead. I shivered slightly despite being bundled in my thick winter coat and decided to take a bathroom break and warm up during the half time intermission. I doubted I would be alone in that decision in this frigid Canadian weather, and stood up to begin my journey a few minutes before the whistle to get a head start. Filling through people milling about on the concourse, I headed for the bathrooms nearest the entrance, knowing they would likely be the least busy.
Crowds thinned out as I left the concessions area, and by the time I approached the bathrooms there were very few people walking to and fro. As I approached the narrow entrance to the ladies room, I head a deep baritone voice call out behind me. Assuming it was for someone else, I kept walking, and paused just as I reached the door and heard a second shout.
"Hey yo Wait up "
As I began to turn towards this new call, I felt a very firm hand grasp my shoulder, and I jumped slightly and spun to face whomever was behind me. I found myself looking at a man's chest, and had to arch my neck to look up at his face. Handsome, and the colour of rich dark chocolate, the man's face was beaming ear to ear with his gigantic grin.
"It IS you " he said with breathless excitement. "I knew I saw you across the field."
"Excuse me?" I asked in confusion. "Do we know each other?"
Seeming not to hear my question, the man excitedly went on, his massive hand still clasping my left shoulder.
"I knew it was you Wow. Such a small world." he said. "And you're looking fine baby. Damn them curves just pop "
"EXCUSE me? " I say louder this time, and more forcefully, shrugging his hand off my shoulder. "No need to front girl. I know who you are and what you're all about." he replied calmly, with a sly grin. "I would recognise that face anywhere. Your pink cheeks even look like they been cock-slapped recently, just like your pics "
Shocked, I felt my face immediately flush with embarrassment, my wind-burned cheeks burning as warm blood coursed through them.
"I think... you must be mistaken." I stammered. "I should be going." I started to back away towards the bathroom door, only to have the tall powerful man follow me slowly.
"No baby, its no mistake. I'd recognise those cock-gobbling lips anywhere. Damn you lookin' fine girl I think maybe I should help you fulfill your fantasy."
I was beside myself with embarrassment. I had been 'made'. I quickly realized that the man who was quickly cornering me in the women's bathroom was a fan of my online blog, and probably knew that I had a long-unfulfilled fantasy to suck a big black cock. I looked left and right, and seeing no security guards nearby, made the snap decision to act on my long-held fantasy. Face still burning, I ignored my shyer instincts and reached out, sticking my fingers into his front pockets, and tugging him along as I stepped backwards, pushing through the door ass-first.
"I think you should follow me." I said in my best impersonation of a sultry voice.