My very sexy wife, Kay, and I went to an Orioles baseball game during August last Summer. The team had already thrown in the towel on the season, which could have occurred prior to the end of April, and had traded away all valuable commodities. Going to a game was mainly for the fun of it. We were partial season-ticket holders and had already attended most of our games. This was one of the few remaining games for us for the season.
While it is not rare for us to attend a game alone these days, since our teenage kids no longer have any interest in joining us and they are old enough to stay home, I always appreciate a "date night" with my hottie. Kay is 49, 5'2", about 130 (guessing ... not going to ask), blonde, hazel eyes and very busty. To me, damn hot! I am a very normal 49, 6'2", 175, buzzed salt & pepper and blue eyes. We had been married 19 years at this point. Early in our marriage, I would not have envisioned an evening like this, but Kay has certainly expanded what is possible over the past several years.
It is a warm night downtown. We live out in a surrounding county, where it is generally cooler and always "fresher", so the humidity in Baltimore is a noticeable difference. We are dressed in t-shirts and shorts, matching Loudmouth argyle O's shorts no less. Clearly, Kay looks better in her O's gear than I do. Awesome smooth tanned legs with her short shorts and a fairly tight O's v-neck t-shirt. I am not sure that the shirt is small or anything, but she fills out the top of it and the "v" provides a peek at some great cleavage. As we walk from parking to the stadium, holding hands as almost always, I did hear a couple of guys that were passing us make a comment about how Baltimore needs more fans like her. I am guessing she heard this as well, but she did not acknowledge it.
Upon entry to Camden Yards, I get my one beer for the night and get Kay a Leinenkugel Summer Shandy. We head down to our seats and enjoy the picturesque view of the beautifully manicured field and great stadium. I would say that it is too bad that more fans are not in attendance, but it is not a surprise given the state of the team and I prefer to have my own space anyway. We are here to have fun and not stress about a win or a loss.
As the game progresses and Kay has a couple more beers. She is enjoying herself with the freedom of the evening. Ushers come down to stand closer to the field between innings, but it seems like we are getting two ushers each inning in the area near our seats and they both are enjoying their mini conversations with Kay. Fortunately, I am not the jealous type and I rather enjoy showing her off. For her part, I do not think Kay is showing off; she is just a very social and outgoing person. She is laughing and giggling, which makes her ample chest jiggle. I assume our ushers are enjoying this view. I know I am.
The game ends and we head back to our car. Apparently, the two guys that passed us on the way to stadium have caught up to us on the way out. I hear "Damn! There she is again. Love those shorts!" Kay hears this as well, turns to the guys and thanks them for the compliment. The guys take this as an opportunity to tell me that I am one lucky dude. I knew this already, but I also thank them for the compliment. This time, they do not pass us, but just continue to follow Kay's swaying ass. Upon arriving at our garage, we wish them a good night and they thank Kay for her "team spirit". As we walk to the car, I ask Kay if she enjoyed putting on a show for them. She just smiles that sexy smile and asks, "What show?!?"
As we are exiting the garage, I ask Kay if she is going to continue our somewhat new tradition. Her response is only if I want her to. It started a couple of years ago on a trip to Key West. We were driving from Key West to Fort Lauderdale to catch our flight home. Upon arriving at the rental car place, we had to wait a while and the guy was cool enough to give us an "upgrade" in a car. We ended up driving a convertible Mustang to Fort Lauderdale. This was a surprise to both of us, so we were delayed further in leaving since I had to get my hat to protect my head and we applied sunscreen to protect the rest of us because there was no way that we were not putting the top down. A few minutes into our drive, I made a joke that the car was topless, so should she be. To my surprise, she took her t-shirt and bra off pretty quickly. And then she made me hard by applying sunscreen to her newly exposed skin and awesome tits. I could not believe this was happening. How lucky am I?!? Wait, I already established that I knew that I was lucky. Other than being distracted by my hot wife, the ride was uneventful, which was fine. Only a few vehicles taller than ours passed us. One was an SUV with several guys in it and they rode next to us for a few minutes, gave her an ovation, and got off the highway. Once back in Baltimore, she surprised me one more time as she removed her top once we cleared rush hour traffic heading home. Going to Key West apparently made a difference.
Back to post-game and heading home. Kay removed her t-shirt and bra and rode next to me as if this were our new norm. Well, that would be awesome if it was. As I drive to get to the expressway heading home, we must go many blocks downtown and through many intersections. As we are stopped at a red light, I look to my right to look at Kay, who is just staring straight ahead with a devilish smile on her face. I notice past her, on the sidewalk, is a guy that has just gotten an eyeful and has a huge smile on his face. He starts nodding his head and gives us a thumbs up. I ask Kay if she would like to put the window down to thank her admirer. She says that she would prefer to keep the window up. I understand and give the guy a thumbs up back. Our light turns green and we leave her latest fan.
After turning left on Charles Street and head north, I pull alongside of a bus. One of the passengers just happens to be sitting there looking out the window and notices Kay. He just about does a doubletake and puts both hands on the window, as if to get a better perspective. Unfortunately for him, the bus stops and we keep going leaving him with just that brief glance.