The backseat of Mia's light blue mini-van was already pulsing with adolescent excitement. She pulled into the extended parking lot of the park with something bordering on enthusiasm brewing in her stomach as well. The unusually empty parking lot went unacknowledged in her mind as her tawny eyes glinted with a smile. She gazed out past some bushes and welcomed the sight of Calscent University's Mens Soccer Team.
They bobbed up and down on their brawny arms and terse chests. The blue-shirted, gray-shorted Adonises promised of ample entertainment. Mia bubbled as she realized their practice was as yet still in infancy and their would me more sweaty flesh to ogle. She slid her sunglasses over her small circle of a nose and thrust open the door. The mini-van jostled with the anxiousness of her two sons in the back. Even still, Mia took a moment to smooth her teal skirt and adjust her breasts in her white camisole top.
They perked up with a lusty jiggle. Satisfied, she checked her hair in the side mirror and found all strands still perfectly pulled back into a dark bronze ponytail. Her cork-soled sandal wedges knocked against the asphalt as she slid open the mini-van door to let the overexcited puppies out to play. They jumped and cheered about her in their orange uniforms. Hurriedly, Mia unloaded her fold-out chair, still in it's sleeve, and slung the strap over her shoulder. She ushered the herd toward the field and glanced down at her cellphone.
She closed the Calscent University Mens Soccer Team schedule page and opened the email from her kids soccer coach. She read the number of the field they were scheduled to play on and felt her elation diminish. She knew how the fields were numbered and she'd been hoping for the number six. The email clearly stated field one.
Mia directed the bright orange uniformed soccer hooligans down the walk path, her sunglasses masking her disappointment. She trudged on until the budding voyeurist's Elysium shrunk from sight behind her and they arrived at a clearing with four large soccer fields swarming with children dressed for play and parents eagerly spectating.
No structure other than a loose grouping of parents on the sidelines watching two clamoring groups of children per field with each a designated man trying to wrangle his respective horde. Mia sighed so hard it earned a look of disgust from the other soccer moms. She watched from her folding chair with marked disinterest. Her supple legs were crossed to conceal her bare femininity.
Confident there'd be another hour or two of this circus, Mia slinked away to her light blue box seat to further enjoy the real show. Another light breeze whipped her teal skirt and curled up her leg to rub naughtily at her crease. Her mind was packed with images of glistening well-exercised bodies. Spurred intent coaxed her stride to deepen until her voluptuous hips twisted with an almost obscene rhythm.
Mia neared the well-maintained machine to the sound of manly grunts and heavy breathing in the distance. She felt a low twitch as she looked up and saw one of their attractive and familiar faces staring in her direction. She flitted a hand in the air in greeting and he lifted one in acknowledgement with a smirk she could see from that distance.
Mia concealed herself in the driver seat of her mommy-wagon as silently as possible. The car softly murmured to a start as she turned the key and felt the rush of the a/c. The middle-aged woman glared at nubile flesh as it bounded from end to end of the field. Her womanhood pitched between her legs and drooled a hot tear of arousal without a stitch of cloth to hinder it.
It ached for a soothing touch and Mia scanned for anyone within eyeshot. Utterly bereft of life, the asphalt covered lunar surface was hers. She rationalized her depravity was concealed since only her shoulders could be seen in the car windows. She sank an inch or two for good measure.
Her hands clandestinely traveled to the hem of her skirt and carefully folded it above her hips. Her fingers delved into the warmth, expertly gliding over the ever-slickening surface, and guiding her towards her bliss. She drank in the masculine pageantry of tight bodies. As her hands explored deeper and her heart pounded with libidinous awakening, her eyes greedily devoured the shaking of taut muscles and the provocative gyration of their packages.
She pictured being close enough to touch their stony masses, but the image of them touching her sent her blood coursing. The thought of being dragged out of her hideaway and pinned to the ground by their sinewy bodies set her hips drawing circles in her seat.
Strapping grips on her ductile flesh flashed more debauched pictures of them entering her with the virile passion only young bulls were capable of. Her left hand moved to an aching nipple under her camisole, though both were hard knots resisting against the fabric. Her legs tightened as she felt the image of their bodies pressing against her pushing her over the edge. Her forehead was glistening as pulse, temperature, and libido escalated.
The urgency in Mia's breathing threatened a moan. Her eyes closed to the familiar auger of a strong orgasm, but when they opened she saw their coach bringing the session to an abrupt stop. Her stroking halted as she realized the young men's practice was over.
A reflection like a silent whine made her sigh. Her dribbling snatch hotly growled for more. It was screaming for an apex, but Mia was watching her inspiration shrink into the distance. Her teeth were set on edge by the new development, but opportunity was striding intently across the field in the direction of her baby blue sled.
She adjusted her top again, smoothed her skirt, and tossed her sunglasses in the passenger seat as she exited the cabin. She beckoned the shirtless wonder with a wave and he complied. Mia tried not to get lost in his flowy dark locks and the boyish charm of his crooked smile. Instead, she constructed a plan at the urging of her own lust.
It was poorly constructed by a mind preoccupied with the firmness of his arms. She shook hands and stared into the ripple of his chest. She made small talk for a moment with the square-jawed and hazel-eyed Cody, all the while a rivulet of yearning lined the inside of her thigh.
