What better way to spend a Saturday afternoon then going out to a baseball game with your girlfriend? Especially if the Yankee's are playing the Mets at Yankee Stadium. I had gotten the tickets from a friend of mine, because he and his wife had to go out of town. So me and Michelle where planing on having a good time at the ball park.
When I met Michelle a few years back, she didn't like baseball. The only thing she did like was the players butt's in their uniforms. But with the patience of an angel and the tolerance of a priest I taught her the rules of the game. Now she will sit down to a game with me anytime, and yell and scream just as much as I do when the Yankee's win or lose. So taking her to the ballgame wasn't just a treat for myself.
Standing in line behind her while trying to enter the Stadium, I admire Michelle's slim figure. It was a hot day, and accordingly she was wearing a short, skimpy dress made from a fabric which I couldn't identify, but it looked darn good on her. I know from watching her getting dressed, that she wasn't wearing a bra, but what about panties? As I slide my hand underneath her dress for a quick check, I get a dirty look, which is soon accompanied by a smile when my fingers brush across her smooth bottom, but my hands feel the silky material of panties. Darn!
Michelle wasn't just enthusiastic about baseball, she was also great in bed, and very adventurous like myself. Never afraid to try something new. With that in mind, I had something special planed for today's outing.
When we finally got to our seats, they where great, but a little bit too crowded for my plans, so I guided her to a less populated part of the bleachers. We settled in to watch the pre game show, and stood when they played the national anthem, which gave me a chance to feel up her bottom again before we sat back down. She was sitting to my left, so when we sat down, I draped my arm across her shoulders, gently tracing her soft skin with my fingertips. The game started and as it wore on, I got plenty more chances to feel her ass when she jumped up to cheer the players on.
During the game, my hand got braver and braver. Sometimes still brushing against her shoulders and arms, other times teasing her left breast and nipple. Her reaction was promising, so in the middle of the 4th inning when she leaned back in her seat to stretch, I got really bold and slid my hand underneath the short skirt of her dress. Leaning across her, my lips found hers for a deep kiss, while my hand started to explore her soft thighs. Cupping my hand over her panty covered mount, I gently pressed down on it, which in turn evokes a small moan from her mouth and her legs to open wider.
Carefully I slide my index finger under the elastic band of her panties pushing the fabric out of the way. Wow, she is wet, must have liked my teasing so far. Smiling to myself I get even bolder and tug at the fabric, pulling her undies over her thighs and down her ankles and off. Not wanting to toss them on the dirty floor under our seats, I stuff them in the pocket of my shorts. With free reign of her lap now, my hand returns to brushing across her neatly trimmed pubic hair. My index finger slides into her moist hole easily and slowly I start to pump it in and out, while still kissing her deeply.
