Game Time
The warm summer evening sun had faded hours ago. Terry's friend, Dan, had dropped by for a visit and to watch a baseball game on the big screen with Terry. Although Dan was 20 years younger than Terry, they developed a special bond over the years. Mary, Terry's wife, always seemed to have a special affection for Dan. Dan was an avid fan of baseball and often stopped over. Occasionally, he and Terry would sit watching the game, while sipping heavily on a bottle of Kentucky bourbon. This was one of those nights.
Dan had been a professional ball player years ago, but was forced to retire because of an ankle injury. Still yet, he looked to be in top physical shape. There were times when after watching a game, or just having dinner, the three of them would get in the hot tub and Mary would secretly admire the muscular tone he maintained.
Dan would sit in one of the seats and rest his arms along the top of the tub. More than once, Mary had imagined Dan's strong looking hands touching her. She would find reasons to reach out and touch his solid and muscular arms in their conversations. She had images of her hands stroking his muscled chest, feeling his hardened nipples rake against her delicate palms. She imagined feeling her fingers clawing down his back as those strong arms held her. His body was hard and sculpted. At times she watched as he climbed in and out of the tub, excited by the looks of him. Her nipples would stiffen as her imagination secretly felt him.
But, on this summer night, the three of them watched the late ball game on the big screen downstairs. Terry and Dan were pretty lit up from all the alcohol and were intently watching the game.
Somewhere around the 5th inning, Mary rose and walked over to Terry. "I am tired, honey," she spoke. "I am going to take a bath and go to bed." When she leaned in to kiss him goodnight, she could tell by his glassy eyes that he was well on his way to being drunk.
"Good night, baby," he told her. His voice was beginning to slur. "I'll be up after the game. I love you."
She turned to Dan and chuckled. "You guys have had a lot to drink tonight. You're welcome to stay and sleep on the sofa. "
"Thanks, Mary," he grinned. "I just might do that! Maybe I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight, you two." She wondered if they had even heard her, as she slipped out of the room.
Her bath was warm and comforting. She took her time, lazed back, feeling the water caress her. With eyes closed, she ran her soapy hands over her breasts, and then slid them down her belly. She imagined Dan's muscular hands touching her. In her mind, she felt his hand slide down and touch her sex, just as hers was doing now. She could feel his firm touch as he slid between her folds and lightly rubbed her clitoris. Her breath came heavily. She felt on fire. The aching between her legs drove her crazy. Panting, she withdrew her fingers and sighed. "This is getting me nowhere," she thought to herself.
Reaching for a towel, she stepped from the tub and dried herself. She watched herself in the mirror as she rubbed lotion over her body. Her nipples hardened as she applied the silky lotion to her breasts. Closing her eyes, she let her fingers squeeze and release them. She gasped as the intense feeling in her nipples shot tremors down to her swelling clitoris. Staring into the mirror, she tried to shake the images of Dan's strong hands touching her. Reluctantly, she grabbed her robe and headed for the bedroom.
She could hear the faint noises from the television downstairs as she dropped her robe and slid into the cool dry sheets, plopping her head in the many pillows. Staring into the total darkness of the room, the images of Dan returned. She imagined his weight on top of her, caressing her breasts and sucking on her nipples. Again, the tormenting ache was between her legs. She let her hand slide down her naked belly. She was wet. Her fingers slipped easily over her clitoris and sank lower, two pushing inside of her. She brought the wetness back out and rubbed it over her swollen clit. Mary pushed the sheet down to her knees and spread her legs to accept her finger's offerings. It wasn't long before she felt a climax rising. Her eyes clinched shut as she imagined Dan's tongue eagerly lapping at her vagina, her hands holding his head tightly against her sex as his strong hands dug into her buttocks, pulling her hard against his mouth. She felt the heat rise in her as her swollen womanhood pulsed. Rolling through her like a thunderous train, an orgasm raced through her. She muffled a scream as she came. It took a while for her heavy breath to recover, but found herself eventually relaxing. In the darkened room, she rolled over onto her belly and pulled the sheet to her waist. Terry should be staggering into the bedroom soon. Her face was buried in the pillows as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Mary woke to the feeling of him gently running his hand up and down her back. Terry often woke her like this in the mornings, but the room was still dark. When she started to raise her head and ask Terry how the game was, all she heard was, "Shhhhh..." She lowered her head and closed her eyes again, enjoying the tender touches on her back. A hand slid down her leg, dragging the sheet with it. Then, slowly it returned, caressing the soft mounds of her ass. His other hand came to rest firmly on the nape of her neck, pinning her head to the pillows. Slowly, his hand slipped down the back of her thigh, between her knees and gently eased them apart. His hand moved smoothly up the inside of her legs and brushed against the swelling outer lips of her sex, then traced a finger up the crease of her ass and continued a line up her spine. She felt the weight of a knee moving between hers, as both hands now began massaging the cheeks of her ass, softly pulling her butt cheeks open. She could feel the heat of his balls resting on the back of her thigh. She let the images of Dan return and lifted her hips to meet his touch. A hand slid down the back of her leg and gently pushed her legs further apart, then slowly moved upwards. When a finger reached her sex she let out a sigh. The single finger entered the hot slipperiness of her. Stroking the inside of her several times, it then slipped out, tracing its way to her clitoris.
Her earlier visions of Dan lapping at her came rushing to her head. Her sex swelled and she felt her clit ache as the slippery finger rubbed lightly up and down over it. Again, she tried to roll her head. But, a hand pushed firmly on the bottom of her neck. And again, all she heard was, "Shhhh..." The bed shifted as he moved to place both knees between her legs. Strong arms reached under her, lifting her hips, and dragging her legs upward under her. The smell of whiskey drifted in the air and she could feel hot breath on her back. He released the hold around her waist and his powerful hands spread her open. She felt him shift slightly and the flat of his wet tongue slowly licked its way from her clit to her lower back. The tongue, now pointed, traced its way back to her clit, gently flicking at it. She neared climax as it returned time and again. It stopped at the pucker of her anus and gently tickled, then slid down and pushed its way into her vagina. She felt herself tremble as the tongue slid in and out of her. Then it lapped its way to her swollen clitoris. His hot lips sucked at the hardened nub. Suddenly, a climax exploded in her, feeling like lightening had stricken her protruding clitoris. Her ears rang as the it took her breath away. Her pulsing vagina sent waves of pleasure through her belly, and up to her chest, burning her hard nipples. A hand on her upper back held her tightly to the bed as waves of pleasure ran through her body.
She felt the bed shift again, as Mary felt his thighs press against the back of her legs. One hand held firmly on her back, as she felt the warm head of his penis between her legs. He slid it up and down her drenched folds, rubbing against her aching clitoris. Then, she felt the bulbous head at the opening of her burning vagina. With an arm around her hips, he pushed until just the head was in her. She felt stretched. His manhood seemed larger than normal as it pryed into her. Or, was it just because she was just swollen with excitement? He held there, just for a moment, with only the swollen head of his penis in her. Barely moving, he pulled out of her. A heavy moan escaped her lips. Beads of sweat broke out on her back. The hunger in her wanted more. Slowly he dragged his penis down and felt her hardened clitoris rubbing against the length of him. Sliding back up, he pushed his swollen head back into her. Again, he just held it there, relishing in the tightness of her. Mary raised her hips higher as she felt him begin to push into her.
"Oh, Terry...", she whispered, only to be quieted by a gentle push into her back again.
