Play Ball!

We wake up in a big comfy hotel bed and have slow luxurious sex while still a bit sleepy, but it's not long until things heat up to pounding, noisy fucking. Then we clean off last night's and this morning's sweat and fluids together in a big shower, where I can't help but sit on the bench with you in front of me as I suck you from soft to hard again. You reposition me so I'm bending over for you to fuck me from behind.

We are dressed and out the door for breakfast at Original Pancake House because you know how much I love it and there aren't any in Philly. Then we head over to Spectrum Field for a Phillies / Yankees spring training game. We splurged for tickets right behind home plate so our support for our two teams can easily be heard by the players. We watch batting practice, making out when there's a lull in the action.

As the section fills up and the game starts, we try to focus on the baseball but our minds, and eventually hands, wander. There are too many people around to do what we want, so we head to the concourse to find some seclusion. As soon as we are fairly well hidden I have your cock out and in my mouth. I show no mercy and suck you relentlessly until you can't help but cum.

I zip you back up and take your hand, pulling you from our hiding spot. I entertain none of your protests or questions as I lead you to the outfield grassy slope where we take a seat on the ground. You immediately realize why we are here. You maneuver your hand under me. As we watch the game you tease and caress me before plunging one of your long fingers into my pussy. You slowly explore every inch of me, refusing to speed up despite my squirming.

After two innings of sweet torture, you add a finger on my clit and make me cum violently. You kiss me to muffle the moans I can't suppress, and we wonder who else notices my body's bucking. You caress me down, remove your hand and lick your dripping finger.

On the way back to our seats we buy a tub of popcorn. Besides being hungry, we both want to try and mask the smell of sex we know we must be exuding.

After the game, some of which we actually saw, we head back to the hotel. I ask if you want to stop at the bar for a drink but you just shake your head, take my arm, and steer me to the elevator. You're a man on a mission! As soon as we get to the room, you head into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Before I can ask, you whisper "I don't like the taste of sunscreen and I'm planning to lick you everywhere."

You efficiently undress me, then yourself, and lead me to the shower. We've said nothing since arriving in the room, save your whispered explanation. We shower silently, but never stop touching: washing each other, kissing, holding each other tightly under the spray. When we finally get out, you dry me off with a big fluffy towel, then yourself, and lead me back to the bed.

You wordlessly direct me on to my back as you hover over me. You kiss me sweetly on the lips, then the face, and work your way down. As you travel lower, your kisses are less sweet and intermingled with licks, sucks, and occasional nips. You make it all the way to my feet, having strategically avoided the place we are both craving. You massage my feet because you know how much it turns me on. Only you have found that spot that's connected right to my pussy, when pressed just so.

As you kiss and nibble your way up my legs, your hands reach up for my breasts. You squeeze them and massage them, tease the nipples with your fingertips, then pinch just hard enough to drive me crazy but not actually hurt.

When you part my legs, you can smell my arousal. Your arms come down to hold my legs wide as your tongue softly grazes my outer lips, then finds its way further in, until you're lapping from clit to slit. I am moaning and squirming so much you have to use some of your considerable strength to keep me where you want. Still silent, you've clearly just told me you're in charge. You lick and lap and suck until I'm beside myself but still you hold back what you know I want.

After what feels like hours but was probably 15 minutes, you can feel my whole body vibrating with the need for release. You clearly have decided I've waited long enough, because you plunge two fingers into my pussy. You thrust them in and out as you suck my clit. The orgasm is nearly immediate and it wracks my body with convulsions. I'm loud but it's nothing intelligible. I'm gripping your fingers like a vice and you couldn't get them out if you tried. But you're not trying.

You feel the rush of wetness my orgasm produced, and even with your fingers clamped inside me I drip. After the day in the sun and so many orgasms, I am almost immediately asleep as I come down. You wordlessly pull the covers back and get me situated on my side. You slide in next to me, holding me tight from behind as we both drift off.

I'm disoriented as I start to wake up. It's dark out. Where am I? As I feel you stir next to me, it floods back. Clearwater. Baseball game. So much sex today. Nap. I open my eyes and see we slept for over two hours. It's 8:15, I'm comfy, and think about waking you up with my mouth.

But then I realize...I'm starving! We've only had popcorn at the game since breakfast, and lots of activity. I want dinner. And I want it now! I (nicely) shake you awake. "Good morning sleepyhead." Now you're disoriented too. That makes me smile.

"It's 8:15, we had a great nap, but now we're going for dinner. I'll give you five minutes to be dressed and ready to leave." You assume I'm joking but then realize I'm up and out of bed and moving quickly!

As we get to the car, I tell you I want to try the fish taco truck by the beach that everyone has been recommending, so we head toward the water. The tacos were indeed as good as we'd heard and we enjoy them thoroughly. After we've sat for a few minutes listening to the waves, you take my hand, pull me up, and start walking to the shoreline.

The sand feels cool now that the sun has set. There are not more than a handful of people on the beach as far as we can see, in either direction. The moon is a sliver. As we walk, our fingers playing with each other, we see a maintenance shed and you steer us that way. There's no room to go behind it, so next to it, in the dark, is as much cover as we can get. Someone walking along the beach looking up this way could definitely see us, but probably not in much detail. Neither of us seems to care, as you push me against the wall and kiss me hard as you roughly grab my breast. You're in that mood, I see. Luckily, so am I.

I grab your cock and balls through your shorts. I'm always careful, as are you, not to go too far with being rough, but it's exciting in a whole different way. You respond by pulling my head to the side by my hair, licking and nibbling my neck as your other hand goes under my shirt to get at my breasts. You're frustrated by lack of access to skin, so you yank both my shirt and bra up before you bend to take me in your mouth. In that position I can't reach you anymore, so for the moment I just let you feast.

My patience wears thin quickly, though, so I push you away so I can get my clothes over my head. I yank your shirt over yours then undo the fly of your shorts before my own. In a scramble, we finish undressing and you lay our shirts on the sand. It's not much of a blanket, but it's what we have and nothing will stop us. You push me to my back and resume your explorations of my neck and chest with your mouth as your hands quickly move lower.

But I'm just as hungry for you, so I use all my strength to push you on your side. Now I can reach your hard cock with my hand but that's not what I really want. I flip around so we are still on our sides facing each other, but my mouth is at your cock and I take you fully with no fanfare. You are hard and grow harder as I aggressively move up and down your shaft, fondling your balls as I do.

Not to be outdone, your lips and tongue are on me as your hands spread me wide. You are lapping and nibbling as I suck and stroke with my lips. Neither of us is going to last very long. I place a finger on your asshole and apply pressure as my oral assault continues. You wipe your hand on my ass to make sure there's so sand before plunging two fingers fully into me. It's a very tight fit but the stretch feels great. We dine on each other as our moans go from repressed whispers to uncontrolled grunts.

Within a few minutes I feel your balls tightening as you feel the telltale spasms that signal I'm close as well. We both turn up the heat and almost immediately I am bucking with my orgasm as you explode in my mouth. We are both wracked with convulsions we couldn't control if we needed to. Our fast breathing continues for ages as the waves of our orgasms barely subside.

Eventually we are still and breathing normally. You sit up and pull me into your lap and we stare at the ocean as you gently pet me. It seems the roughness has been replaced with tenderness, but then you whisper in my ear, "when we get back to the room I'm going to tie you up, blindfold you, and show you no mercy." A shiver runs up my spine but I smile and nod yes.

In the car back to the hotel, I think about how much fun our first day of spring training has been, with four more left. Tomorrow and the day after we're at your beloved Yankees' Steinbrenner Field. I'll have to come up with a creative way to pull your attention.