This is my entry in the Literotica Summer Lovin' Contest. I hope you read it and enjoy it and vote accordingly. It is a story of one aspect of Baseball, the great American summer pastime, and I believe it fits perfectly in the theme of this contest.
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It was a Friday night in August as Sylvia Jones shuffled her feet impatiently while waiting outside the door of the Las Vegas Comets' locker room. The team had begun a home stand with an easy victory that night and that meant the players would be in the mood for a little loving from Sylvia and the other eager women who were waiting next to her. Like her, they had all attended the ball game that night. Some of them had left even before the last outs were recorded so they could wait for their idols to leave the clubhouse and choose them as sex partners for the night, maybe even for the ten day duration of the home stand. The location was strategically chosen because the Las Vegas players would all have to pass through the group of women to get to their cars and pickup trucks in that section of the parking lot reserved for them.
A few days after graduating from her local high school, shortly after reaching her 18th birthday, Sylvia had moved to the city. She hoped and believed she would be able to enjoy frequent romps in bed with her heroes, the players on the major league baseball team that had just been moved to Las Vegas. If anybody asked why she was leaving her home town, she told them she was going to Las Vegas to find a job and attend college. Those goals were both true but, once Sylvia found that employment, she set out to fulfill her true ambition, which was to have as much sex as possible with as many of the members of her favorite baseball team as she could. She had even shaved her pussy that morning so it would be ready for the fun she hoped to have after the evening's game ended.
There were other young women there too but not so many that she expected to have any problems getting at least one of the Comets to notice and choose her. Sylvia's dark brown hair, which cascaded over her shoulders to her waist and her pretty face, big breasts and shapely ass could be expected to ensure her the attentions of at least one of the young men on the team. Wanting to make sure those assets were properly displayed, she was wearing a short, tight skirt and a low-cut blouse with no bra under it and she had been practicing moving around braless so her breasts would sway enticingly.
Some people, probably including the player or players whom she hoped would be her sex partners that night and in the future, would call her a Baseball Annie. The epithet was one of mild derision but that didn't bother Sylvia. She knew exactly what she wanted and was going after it and didn't really care whether or not anybody disapproved of her actions. That attitude had almost always worked out to her advantage, such as the time it enabled her to go steady with the star shortstop and best hitter on the high school baseball team until he graduated and went away to a big university in the Pacific Twelve Conference with a baseball scholarship.
There were other happy triumphs that had resulted from her going after what she wanted and that night Sylvia's goal was to fuck at least one member of the city's new baseball team. She would have preferred to take on more than that, if that were to be possible, but would gladly settle for one man at a time.
The door from the players' locker room opened and a muscular young man emerged. Sylvia recognized him as Rocky Meyers, the starting left fielder. He had gotten two hits in the game and driven in a run in their victory, besides playing well in the field so she expected him to be in a good mood. The eager girl stepped up to the front of the group and waved.
"Oh, Rocky," she called to him, thrusting out her chest in hopes he would see her. He may or may not have noticed Sylvia but the woman behind her did.
"Back off, Bitch!" she ordered her younger rival. "He's mine!" She punctuated her command by a push against the back of the girl she obviously thought of as an interloper.
Sylvia stumbled and almost fell and got no sympathy from the other women who were waiting for the players to exit. They scowled and glared at her and she wondered why, until she saw Rocky walk straight up to the angry woman, hug and kiss her and walk arm in arm toward the players' part of the parking lot. Apparently, she was a steady girlfriend or even a wife, not a baseball Annie. Sylvia shrugged her shoulders in dismissal and turned back to try to entice one of the approaching players.
She had heard it said that when one door closes, another opens and that was true for her that night. The players had seen the incident and one of them in particular was quite taken by the sexy girl who had almost fallen down. William "Stretch" Simpson, the rookie first baseman, had been looking forward to resuming play at the Comets' home park. For one thing, he liked the greater ambiance of the home dugout and clubhouse and, more important, he liked the easy availability to him and his teammates of some very hot young women. He noted the succulent ass and hips and tits of the woman who had just been assaulted and knocked off balance and quickly decided she was the one he would approach.
"Are you alright?" he asked her.
Sylvia knew all the players by sight and she recognized his freckles and height and red hair and mustache. "I'm okay, Stretch. Good game tonight." He had only gotten one hit in five times at bat but had made some excellent plays in the field, probably saving a couple of runs.
"Thanks, but I'm only 'Stretch' when I'm on the ball diamond. My name is Bill otherwise. Do you need a ride somewhere?"
"Yeah, Bill. I could use a ride back to where you're staying tonight. My name is Sylvia."
They had been standing close together but she moved in even closer until his long arms wrapped themselves around her sexy body and held her tightly. She was built exactly the way he believed women should be built and Bill could hardly believe his luck at running into such a delightful groupie as he had that night. She held his arm as they started walking in the direction of his car.
"Do you come to many of the games?" he asked.
"No, tonight was my first time here. I just moved into town after I graduated from high school."
He was glad to hear the pretty girl say she had graduated from high school because that would mean she was at least 16, the age of consent in Nevada. "Oh, that explains it because I certainly would have noticed you."
Sylvia smiled at the compliment, slipped her arm around the man's waist and they walked like that until they reached his late model Buick. He opened and held the passenger door for her and, when he got behind the wheel, she slid over on the seat and puckered her lips for the big kiss she knew he would have for her. The second time the two pairs of lips met, both mouths were wide open and both tongues went visiting. The horny player and the hot young woman were really looking forward to what they would soon be doing, especially after her hand came to rest on his thigh and moved over to cover his stiffening cock.
Their destination was a hotel a few miles away. Some of the players who would be looking for some action with baseball Annies that night had pooled their money and reserved a VIP suite for the entire ten days of the home stand. The players in the pool were all otherwise unattached, at least that night, and knew there is strength in numbers. They wanted to be sure no woman who joined voluntarily in their sexual escapades would have any grounds for a claim of rape nor would any of the local sharpies be able to run some kind of badger game. The players were used to showering together and generally doing things as a team so none of them had any qualms about having sex in front of the others.
Among other amenities, guests staying in one of those expensive suites had valet parking and a private elevator direct to their floor. Bill and Sylvia were joined in the elevator cab by Oliver Flores, the right fielder and the best hitter on the team, and by one of the women she recognized as having been waiting outside the clubhouse. She didn't know the other woman's name and didn't expect to learn it. The players greeted each other vociferously and she greeted the other man by his first name. He looked at her and at his date clinging to his arm, comparing the two, and looked as if he believed he had not done as well as his teammate.