"It's a beautiful day for baseball!"
The sentence seemed innocent enough to radio listeners tuning in the Class AA baseball game between the Orlando Pirates and the Sarasota Sailors, but there was a lot more to it than met the ear.
It was a code play-by-play announcer Jimmy Fielder used to let his friends know the ballpark was packed with gorgeous women. This Saturday afternoon's contest was an especially "beautiful day for baseball" as Jimmy's friend Juan would find out.
Jimmy had been with the Pirates for 10 years after joining the club as director of public relations, play-by-play announcer and promotions manager when he graduated college. He got the job because he knew the right people. His dad is friends with the team owner.
Jimmy is married with two ballboys (sons), but he still likes to look at the beautiful women when they come out to the ballpark. Usually, the games are attended by older men who left the bitter winters of the north to retire in Florida's tropical climate. They are in Florida for the millions of golf courses, retirement villages and a few die-hard baseball fans are season-ticket holders.
The stands were usually sparsely filled on weekdays, especially during the first few weeks of the season when school was still in session. Once May hit that all changed. High school seniors graduated and the local college girls came home for the summer making the stands take on a completely different look. The tired faces of the angry old men were surrounded by mini skirts, tube tops and more tanned skin than Mexico during Spring Break.
It was late May and the 30-year-old Juan tuned his radio to Jimmy's broadcast as he tried to decide between playing golf or attending the game against Sarasota when he heard the code words leap from Jimmy's mouth all but announcing more sexy women than an open cast call for a music video.
Juan aimed his classic 1972 Ford Mustang north on I-4 and headed to the game.
He got in free, just like always, and was amazed at how many hot young women were in attendance.
"School's out," Juan thought to himself. "Let's play ball!"
The stands were overflowing with tanned young skin. Juan realized once again how much he loved the summer and baseball games.
The stands are much like that of every baseball park Juan has ever been to, especially when it comes to the women. One section is always filled with the players' wives and the girlfriends of the players who are not married. These women are always gorgeous and off limits. They attend the games to give support and be seen. They usually talk throughout the game about shopping, their homes and the like without every watching the action on the diamond. They do clap when their man's name is announced as he comes up to bat, but other than that they tend to entertain each other by talking about the newest fashions, hairstyles, etc.
There is always another section of wanna-be girlfriends who fill in the bleachers behind the dugout and cheer profusely for their favorite player. They watch every move their favorite Pirate makes and cheer all the time. They are also off limits because they are only interested in one guy and are usually living in a dream world because they tend to be average looking at best.
A third type of female baseball fan at the games are the women just out to get a sun tan and be seen. These are the ones Juan focuses on because they are there to be seen and dress accordingly.
Today, one 20-something-year-old catches Juan's eye. Juan first notices her when she walks out of the shadow of the concourse and into the beaming sun. She is a petite blonde standing about 5-foot-2 with blonde hair that ends just above shoulder length. Juan sees her out of the corner of his eye at first and then can't take his eyes off her. She is wearing a spaghetti-strap tank top, almost transparent white shorts that hug the curves of her firm, plump ass and the tops of her short muscular legs. Her tan legs jut out of her tight shorts and end in a pair of flip flops on feet tanned just as golden as the rest of her body. Bright red nail polish on her toes and fingers stand out in contrast to her white flip flops, white shorts and faded pink tank top. Juan guesses she is a college cheerleader or gymnast home for the summer. She has the body of an athlete with strong, thick legs, a tiny waist, B-cup breasts, spindly yet muscular arms, a cute face with bright white teeth and green eyes.
Juan watches her make her way through the crowded concourse toward the seats in the second level behind home plate. She takes a seat low enough in the second level to be in the sun and out of the shadow of the pressbox behind her.
Juan looks up at the pressbox and catches Jimmy's eye. They share a smile as Jimmy points out the petite blonde Juan has been watching. Juan smiles as Jimmy gives him a thumbs up.
Juan, dressed in designer jeans, casual dress shoes and a white polo shirt, walks toward the section she has taken a seat in. He runs a hand through his light brown hair as he turns down the aisle of seats toward her and takes a seat. He flashes a white smile at her and offers her some sunflower seeds as he introduces himself.
She introduces herself as Katie and thanks him for the seeds holding out a cupped hand. Juan pours a small pile of seeds into her hand. They exchange a few words getting to know each other as the home team finishes up pregame infield practice.
Katie, as Juan finds out, is from the Orlando area and graduated from the Highland Academy private high school three years ago before leaving for the University of North Florida in Jacksonville where she is a member of the dance squad that struts their stuff at basketball games.
Juan is amazed at how relaxed he finds himself around such a beautiful young woman. They chit-chat on and on for the first two innings of the game. Katie seems comfortable too as she spits the shells of the sunflower seeds onto the ground like an experienced baseball player. Juan watches her nimble fingers as she takes a seed, places it her mouth and then uses her tongue to carefully slide it between her teeth. She bites down just hard enough to break the shell and then fishes the seed out of the hull with a talented tongue before discarding the shell with a slight blow of wind from her lips. Her tongue catches the loose seed and flicks it back into the back of her mouth where she sucks the salt off of it slowly before pushing back to her front teeth and biting it in half. Once she has the seed in her mouth, split in two, she swallows it slowly and seductively.
Katie finishes off her last seed and declines Juan's offer for more saying she is really at the game just to work on her tan. She stretches out her legs over the seat back in the row in front of her and leans back in her chair. Her small but plump breasts press into the pink tank top as she reaches high above her head and stretches her arms out with a sigh. Every muscle in her body is drawn tight as she stretches. Her clothes cling to her tight young figure.
Juan takes in the view of Katie's wonderfully fit body. She has a sexy profile with curves in all the right places as she slowly ends her stretch and relaxes her small frame like a cat stretching out on the hood of a hot car. Her blonde hair rests lightly on her neck as her green eyes slowly scan the baseball diamond taking in the game. Her petite frame has perfect angles and from the side view Juan is amazed at how tight and thick her body is. Her bright white shorts are almost transparent except for the waistband and Juan can't tell if she has on panties or not. It seems like she is without any undergarments because he can't see a pantyline and the sheer fabric would do little to hide anything underneath her shorts.
Katie reaches down and rolls up her tank top revealing her tanned and muscular abs. She giggles as Juan's eyes get as big as that of a batter buzzed by an inside fastball.
"I hope you don't mind," Katie giggles. "I just hate tan lines."
Juan smiles, "I know what you mean. Tan lines can ruin a perfect tan."
Just then Katie sits up quickly as the crack of the bat sends the ball into the gap for a single. Her small and perfectly round breasts jiggle under her tight tank top as her body jerks forward. She is on her feet in seconds, leaning forward over the row of seats in front of her. The muscles in her thick legs flex and her perfect bubble butt stretches against the thin fabric of her cotton shorts. She stops clapping and runs a hand over her ass smoothing out her wrinkled shorts. The palm of her hand moves slowly over the perfect curve of her shapely ass cheeks.
"Wow, that was a great hit," Katie states. "Would you hit and run here with the clean-up hitter up to bat?"
