Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story.
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I love this time of year. Kids started practicing and playing baseball in the spring and then, like now in the middle of August, they have gone through their league schedules, selected their all-star teams and played state and regional tournaments. Little League entrants have been reduced to sixteen teams representing eight regions of the U.S. and eight regions covering the rest of the world.
I like to watch kids play organized sports. For one thing, they haven't learned to be as selfish as players who turn professional. They have more enthusiasm for the game and for the accomplishments of their team mates. The games usually go faster, since they don't play as many innings but there may also be more action than in some major league games. Plus you don't have to pay an arm and a leg to get in and have a hot dog.
Not long after I graduated from college, I started my own little manufacturing business, producing a series of small household convenience items. They were slow to sell but over time, with a lot of hard work, they became good sellers. I added to the line, took off some bummers, and managed to make a pretty nice living along the way. Then as I was approaching the end of my forties, a Japanese company made an offer to purchase my whole company, including my fifty-three patents. I was shocked at the figure they offered, maybe because there were eight numbers preceded by a dollar sign. After a little negotiating, I took their offer and went into early retirement, spending most of my time on hobbies I'd always wanted to try but never had time.
The last few years I have taken the opportunity to attend the Little League World Series. It is not a long drive from my home, although I have found it expedient to rent a hotel room for the week rather than make the long drive daily. I make my suite the center of my activities for the week, pick up a tournament schedule and plan my week's entertainment.
On the second day of pool play, I decided to spend the day at Lamade Stadium, which is the newest of two used for the LLWS. I arrived in time for the one o'clock game between a couple of the U.S. teams and thoroughly enjoyed an entertaining 4-3 game. When it was over, a lot of the fans got up and began to make their way out of the stadium. A few thousand, including me, remained to see the next game between the teams from Guam and Russia.
While the teams were still warming up, the followers of each team found seats and settled in. The area around me, which was behind the Guam dugout and largely unoccupied, gradually became the camp of the Guam fans, most of them parents and family of the players, of course. Some kids sat to my right and, after a few minutes, a woman took the seat to my left.
As the game started, I tried to surreptitiously get a look at the woman. She was big, probably half again as heavy as my 184 pounds and maybe twice my size. She was Polynesian although I didn't know enough to be able to tell what her real background was. She seemed to be very gregarious, talking and joking with people all around me. She was wearing a T-shirt, just like all the other parents, that touted the Guam Little League All-stars, champions of the Trans-Pacific. She was holding a small handmade sign supporting the team.
After the top of the first inning, she looked at me and asked, "Are you for that team over there?" pointing to the other dugout. She spoke with a heavy accent that made me pay close attention so I could understand.
"No. I'm for both teams. I just love to watch the kids play."
"So ... are you from town?"
"No, actually I live about a three-hour drive to the west. You must have had a long flight."
"Oh, yeah, honey. It was very long. We had to lay over in Los Angeles. Altogether it was nearly 24 hours before we got to our hotel."
"Do you have a boy playing?"
"Oh, yes. He is number 17 and his name is Manu."
She pointed out a strapping young man who was taking the shortstop position on the field. He had just hit the ball well but it had been caught as an out.
Tentatively I stuck out a hand and said, "I'm Charlie, by the way. I'm pleased to meet you."
She giggled and shook my hand firmly. "Nice to meet 'cha, Chollie. I'm Emma."
Just then play resumed on the field and we turned our attention to it. The Russians managed to get two runners on base by a fielding error and a weak infield hit but then the next batter struck out and Manu, the second baseman and first baseman pulled off a double play to get out of the inning with no damage.
In the top of the second inning, the first batter for Guam walked, generating some mild jumping and shouting from the Guam fans. The second batter drove a line drive off the left field fence for a long single and the fans were jumping like they had just won the lottery. Mostly out of self-defense, I stood and cheered.
When I turned to Emma, she had things in her shirt bouncing from her waist to her chin and I couldn't help but be impressed ... I've always loved big hooters and it was obvious through that T-shirt she was wearing that she had a huge set. We grinned at each other but maybe for different reasons.
The next batter struck out and things calmed down. When the next batter grounded into a force out, everyone sat back down and yelled encouragement to the boys. Then the fifth batter lined the ball to the wall in right center field and the runner from second scampered across the plate amid a raucous cacophony of sound from the stands. Once again everyone was on their feet jumping, clapping and cheering. This time when I turned to Emma to see her jugs again bounding freely, she grabbed me in a bear hug and began squeezing.
I heard her shouting, "That's our boys!"
But I felt her big soft boobs pressing into my chest ... and then I felt my cock began to grow stiff. What th' hell! I put my arms around her and hugged her back.
