Its 3am and I am wide awake. I shouldn't be. As a man of fifty years, and after what had transpired today I should be out like a broken light. But I am not. No, I simply cannot close my eyes. My mind is too damn wide awake, confused, satisfied, filled with awe, and an ear to ear smile emblazoned across my face. Perhaps I should begin where it all began.
I rode with my niece and her family to a surprise lunch with her Father, his girlfriend, and his Sister. My niece Dani's middle sister Genie and her family, and her baby sister Bonnie and her husband were also to meet us for her Birthday. She had gotten more and more upset as the ride to her unknown destination droned on. As we crossed the forty or so miles of corn, soybeans, and four small towns on our way to our destination, her father had sent a text notifying her that he would not be able to stop by until later that evening as he had to go to his girlfriend's niece's birthday party.
They exchanged texts, and her anger increased. Her son Andrew and her daughter Gabby and I enjoyed the show.
Once we arrived at a large barn converted to a restaurant with a lower level bar, and she saw all of them waiting in the parking lot, she knew we had pulled one over on her. The lunch went well, which for our family, was a rare feat. Before we left Genie asked us if we were going to her eldest child's first volleyball game of the season. Bailey was ecstatic when all but her Aunt Bonnie and her husband said they were coming.
Once at the sports complex at the end of the county's seat in which we all lived we headed inside. You entered into large room with a front counter on the right and an office behind. To the left was a concession stand. About the room chairs, tables, and a waiting area were nearly all occupied. Straight ahead were double doors that opened into two large gyms split by a partition with a stairway to the double sided seating area above. Bailey's game was on the left side with a two level bench seating area that faced to volleyball courts. To the right were two more courts that had been set up for team pictures and a net where someone served the ball and a photographer filmed an action shot.
Once seated I began to look around watching the odd mix of sixth grade girls warming up, giggling, excited, and anxious. After feeling that these games would be a rather funny affair based on the abilities I was seeing displayed, I began to search the crowd. I was looking for Mothers without rings. I am single, and what better way to find decent women. Women who were not in bars on a very late Saturday afternoon.
Out here in corn country the pickings are slim, far, and few inbetween. I spotted a Mother with her daughter and they seemed to be very close. The daughter seemed to be a smaller version of her Mother. I knew the daughter would be just as lovely one day. Her mother stood about 5'8" with a slim well proportioned figure and despite appearing to be a 40ish woman, still oozed an overwhelming amount of sex appeal. Her blond hair was pulled back into a braid with a small black bow tieing it together. Her face was a thin oval one punctuated by high, soft cheekbones, and perfect, small, but full lips. For me her breasts appeared to be, from what I could estimate, 34c, and rode high and firm, covered in a t-shirt that allowed one to see the outline of a sports bra when she turned around. And oh, what a sight to see when she did turn around. Her slender, lovely ass filled those tight jean shorts as they cradled and cupped cheeks that overlooked a slight gap between her legs. If that were not enough to make this old man's day, her legs were well toned and lightly tanned assuring one that this woman kept in shape.
As I looked up, I looked directly into her eyes. Blue, bright, and framed in modern plastic frames, I was distracted long enough to be staring. I realised too late and tried to smile it off, and think I may have blushed. She smiled and lightly laughed, winked, then took her daughter's hand, and led her to her team that was now gathered at the farthest end of the gym. I studied the wiggle in her walk as she walked away and as I was about to let her go and resume scanning the crowd she turned, and while smiling, waved. I was hooked.
During Bailey's game I could not see the mother through the crowd separating the two games. So my eyes wandered to the girl refereeing the game. Fortunately for me, I did not have to feel like the pervert all men are, as all the refs in the league had to be a minimum of eighteen, which was good as nearly all were high school students. She stood about 5'6" with jet black hair, a Kennedy family jawline, beautiful alabaster skin, and an intense concentration on her duty. In between plays, and switching of sides our eyes met several times. I tried not to stare, but I was smitten, and wishing to be young again. I had wasted nearly every opportunity when I was a teen to know such tender young women, and had never been able to fulfill my dream of deflowering such a nubile beauty.
The match ended and the ref moved over to the scorers table. As we sat waiting for Bailey's next game I waited for the crowd to thin before I walked around the dividing structure to go to the right courts where there was less foot traffic and headed to the bathroom. I had lost sight some time before of my nubile Goddess, and resigned myself to a long piss, and having to watch the second series of games.
As I turned left into a gap in the dividing structure where there was access to the bathrooms on both sides, I saw leaning up against the wall, the ref I had lost. She was quickly scanning the two courts looking for something. I wanted to remain there admiring her lovely ass, but instead I needed to relieve the monster. I reached for the Men's room door and as I pulled it let out a squeak. The ref heard and turned to see what it was. I turned into a deer in headlights. I knew I was smiling, but was unsure of how it looked as I was mesmerized by such a close look into her eyes. I tried to say something, stopped, shook my head, then turned quickly into the bathroom.
I looked for the handicapped stall. Thankfully it was open and I needed the room to stretch out and relieve the growing monster after my piss. I opened the door and as I turned to close it I saw someone slip in behind me. For some reason I slid the lock in place then turned to see who it was. I know, it made no sense to myself either. There standing with hand on hip flashing one hell of a sexy smile was my ref.
"Er, um. Hello."
"I saw you watching me," she said.
