Spence startled awake. The post dusk darkness was settling in. There were stars out in the cloudless sky; the new moon pale on the horizon. He was leaning into Ariel who seemed to have fallen asleep as well. Her head rested on his shoulder and her hand rested on his leg, fingers dangling inside his thigh near his crotch. She stirred and the fingers tapped and scratched against his skin. That delighted the sailor.
He let his far hand dangle and it brushed her breasts. She didn't seem to notice. He reached down and brushed a finger around her nipple; still no acknowledgement. He squeezed the globe lightly. Ariel's hand raised the hem of her teeshirt over her boob, grabbed his hand and placed his palm square over her nipple. She pressed his hand into a grip.
"Don't be so shy." she said.
Spence stopped being shy and so did Ariel. Her hand moved north and under the material of his shorts' leg. She wormed higher, finding the jockstrap covered scrotum. Higher still, the stretchy support covered his cock.
Ariel sat upright, Spence's hand still coupled to her boob. She used both hands to undo his buckle and zipper. Her hand dove in under the tight waist band of the supporter. It became obvious that the athlete's cock pocket had to go; it was an encumbrance.
The pretense ended. She lifted off the blanket and doffed her teeshirt. The night air stiffened her nipples even more than Spence's stimulation had done. Her shorts were next. She grabbed at Spence's shirt and removed it. She slid his jock and shorts off in one long sweep. Laying Spence back down on the blanket covered bleacher seat, Ariel lay atop him, breast to chest and groin to groin. Spence's shaft lay between them, growing rapidly. She pulled the other half over them. The blanket resumed warming them.
They kissed. Spence stroked her back and butt cheeks. Ariel reached between them and positioned his erection for insertion. Insertion proceeded smoothly. She had Spence tied up, 40 Love, by both sets of lips. They volleyed back and forth, lobs and slams, varying the returns. Her rounded globes rolled on his chest, rubbing everywhere. His plump shaft danced in her vagina, rubbing everywhere. Neither hurried the pace.
But even with the indolent pace, the clock was ticking down. The players were into their end-game. Both felt the pins and needles imminent in limps, body and core. Ariel's breathing and moaning amplified. Spence's grunts matched her volume and timing. They panted in sync and then howled together. Ariel's cunt clamped down in orgasm on Spence's cock. His prostate gave the extra effort needed to shoot his cum up the confined tube and deep into Ariel. It was a massive orgasm for him. He had felt exhausted before, now he felt further drained of energy and hydration.
Calm returned slowly. Humid air escaping the blanket misted in the night air. Ariel lifted her face to his and kissed him. Spence rubbed her back. He had only begun to deflate, still reveling in the afterglow. They were just as unhurried now as before. But the chill was penetrating the wool cover and they needed to seek shelter before continuing.
Ariel asked "Your place or mine?"
He replied. "Mine."
They unraveled their bodies and the blanket and retrieved their sportswear, carrying everything, walking naked but for sneakers. The pale moon and twinkling stars lit their way as they journeyed to a roof over their heads and another match of mating.
