One thing my wife Andrea and I love to do is attend sporting events together. We try to hit as many baseball games as we can.
When this particular mid-August Sunday started I had absolutely no idea it would turn out as it did. I should have guessed it could with Allison involved, but I didn't expect her wild streak to come out at the ballpark. No way I thought going to a game would lead to what it did.
The first thing I remember was it was hot. Not just hot, but record heat.
It was the kind of day to sit by the pool, or better yet inside with the air conditioning blasting, but the St. Louis Cardinals only visit us once during the season. My wife Andrea didn't want to miss any of the games during the series.
My Rockies were out of contention as usual, and I had pretty much moved on to football season. Our worst pitcher was on the mound too. I love going to games but this one wasn't my first choice.
We didn't even have seats in the shade. We were seated in the upper deck along the first base side, toward the top of the stadium.
The second thing I remember about that day was the cleavage bearing tank top Andrea was wearing, which only made her already large breasts look more pronounced than usual. Now, I think my wife looks great in anything but this tank top was so low cut she got a number of stares as we walked the concourse and then up to our seats. It was so hot outside that the stares didn't remotely bother her. I felt a sense of pride as I walked next to her. Her shoulder length black hair looked really good that day as well.
The third thing I remember is how short Allison's shorts were, riding up so high they made Daisy Dukes look lengthy. Allison has legs for days anyway and in those shorts she looked as hot as the heat. She had just gotten a haircut and her blond hair glowed in the sun. She and her fiancée Kevin came to the game with us.
It was a really good crowd considering the heat, about 35,000 or so. The bobblehead giveaway was a strong factor I'm sure.
I remember feeling like I couldn't move anymore when we got up to our seats and being glad I had a cold beer in hand. I was seated at the end of the row next to Andrea, with Allison and Kevin on the other side of her. It was probably just as well that we sat that way, for Andrea and Allison could talk. It may have been really hot but I still prefer to focus on a game I'm attending. Also, any conversation with Kevin would be awkward being that I had only met him once, and let's just say nothing was left to the imagination that evening. I definitely saw more of him than I cared to.
The Cardinals were tied for the division lead so it was a big game for them. "I hope we take care of business," my wife said.
"Don't worry," I replied. "Shaw is terrible. You guys will light him up." I looked up at the scoreboard as the Rockies' defense took the field. It showed Shaw had a 5.86 earned run average. If you don't know baseball, just know that's hideous. A good ERA is in the 3 range.
"I'll bet you he gives up a home run in the first inning," I said.
"All right," Allison piped up. She was a Cardinals fan too though not near as invested as my wife. "You're on. What do we get if he doesn't?"
I was speaking rhetorically. I wasn't implying that I actually wanted to bet. "I'll buy you a beer?" I suggested.
Allison laughed. "Lame. Way to be a man about it."
"I think she's got something more fun in mind," my wife said with a smirk.
I stared at both of them and gave them a look that said 'all right then what?'
"You think he'll give up a first inning home run?" Allison asked. She turned to look at Kevin, who wasn't listening, then leaned in toward me to whisper, "If he does I'll lift up my shirt for you, but If he doesn't you whip out that cock for a quick view."
The look on my face must have been priceless. "What, here?" I hissed. There were people seated all around us and more were still coming in.
"Relax, we'll be discreet about it," Allison said matter of factly like we were discussing the weather or anything innocuous.
I was trying to mentally catch up to what seemed to be happening as the game began. I was barely aware of Shaw's first pitch.
CRACK!
The ball was hit so hard it made the second deck, a mammoth home run on the first pitch of the game. The crowd had barely settled in enough to even show much emotion about it. If it wasn't for the loud bat crack it would have been easy to miss it was so quiet, mainly due to the heat.
I looked over at Allison, feeling both relief and a shred of disappointment. I wouldn't have to worry about exposing myself in such a public setting. My luck the camera would be on us or something. On the other hand, part of the thought gave me a rush. It was actually a little exhilarating to consider.
Allison smiled at me, turned in her seat to face me and lifted her red Cardinals t-shirt up from the bottom. As I had remembered her roughly C breasts looked phenomenal in her red bra. The view was brief, and I didn't really focus on it because I partly looking around to see if anyone noticed what she was doing. No one seemed to be paying her any attention and she pulled the shirt back down after only a few seconds. Kevin was even focused on the field and didn't seem to see it.
Little did I know what a small appetizer that would be.
I don't remember much about the next few innings, mostly because it was a mismatch. Shaw didn't even make it through the third inning, allowing six runs. Through five innings the Rockies only had one hit and were trailing 7-0.
It was around the 7th, when it was then 9-0, that things started to get interesting.
"I've got to go take care of some work stuff," Kevin piped up. "I'll catch you guys later." Before I knew it he was down the stands and gone. It wasn't long after that Andrea insisted on switching seats with me so I would be seated between her and Allison. I would soon find out why.
"I thought he'd never leave," Allison said, not even bothering to lower her voice to a whisper. Most of the crowd around us, and indeed in most of the stadium, had left, or at least moved to the shade of the concourse. "I've been thinking about your cock since I missed getting to see it that first inning."
I raised my eyebrows and my pants almost instantly started to get a little uncomfortable. "I won a bet with your wife," Allison whispered. "She has given the ok for you to do a little performance at my house after the game. I can't wait for the fireworks show."
My pants got even more uncomfortable. The "performance" surely referred to when I was the entertainment for her bachelorette party, though it could have also referred to the game night on my previous visit to her house.
"I'd say someone else is poking forward to it too," Allison said as she stared at my crotch, where my growing hard on was becoming visible in my khaki shorts. "I think I want a little preview."
