9 comments/ 12469 views/ 15 favorites Sex and Baseball By: TessRhymesWithMmmYes Sabrina Bradford had taken her seat at the stadium and was anxious to see who would be starting today. She followed the local college team closely and knew that some starters had graduated and had to be replaced. Sabrina grew up watching baseball with her father, who was a scout for the farm team of the San Diego Padres; this lead to her following a lot of local high school and college teams. She had developed a good eye for talent, especially players who had a lot of potential. The diamonds in the rough, so to speak, that teams could pick up cheap and develop into big leaguers. When her father retired, the Padres made her a nice offer to take his place but her husband Michael had just finished his fellowship and was still weighing his offers as a trauma surgeon. When they made the decision to stay in the Tucson area, she had already declined their offer. When her husband was killed just three years later in a car accident, she was thankful they had made the decision to stay close to family. Baseball was a good distraction for her. The crack of the bat, the smells of the park, sitting in the bleachers on a warm spring day, the roar of the crowd... it all provided a sense of comfort. She remembered before she was married when she would fantasize about having sex with certain players she found attractive; when she was really naughty she would fantasize about the shortstop AND the second baseman, or the pitcher and the catcher. Unfortunately, now at the ripe old age of 35, fantasizing about 20 year old boys seemed more icky than hot. Fortunately, the coaches were nice to look at. The BatCats head coach Dave Ryan, was particularly pleasant to fantasize about. The fact that he flirted with her every chance he got didn't hurt either. Sabrina was never one to watch quietly. She knew all the returning players and had read the online reports for the new ones, so when she shouted, she used the player's name. When the shortstop, Brandon McConnell took his turn in the batter's box in the fourth inning, he had a runner on base and one out. He had struck out in his first at bat so she watched his cuts carefully. "Dammit Brandon, you're swinging late again," she muttered to herself. While she was loud with her compliments, she usually kept her criticism to herself. After Ball Three, she yelled out, "Good eye, Brandon!" "He's gonna go with the heat, Brandon. Be ready, " she muttered again. Sure enough, fastball. Strike Two. Still talking to herself, she urged, "He's gonna stay with it. You got his timing; rip it!" She looked over at the man a few feet away staring at her with an amused smile. She was used to people finding her entertaining when she talked to herself, what caught her off guard was how good looking he was. When their eyes met, she found it impossible to look away. It took the crack of the bat and people jumping to their feet to draw her attention back to the game. Was she smiling? Blushing? She wasn't sure. John McConnell had noticed her the second she started walking up the stairs to her seat. Tan, athletic legs, and a nice, tight figure with a blonde pixie haircut. She was hardly wearing any makeup; he didn't know if that was because she was spending an afternoon at the ball park or if that was her normal routine. She was definitely cute enough that she didn't need a lot of anything to make her stand out. Little white shorts, a light blue tank top, and tennis shoes did the job just fine. Brandon made it on base and Sabrina cheered loud and heard the stranger next to her doing the same, also calling him by name. She glanced over and saw he was looking at her again. What was this feeling she was experiencing? Excitement? She smiled as her eyes met his again, mouthing 'hi' because she didn't know what else to do. Stepping closer to her, he gestured to the player on first base. "That's my son." "Brandon is your son? He's a good player, you should be proud." "I am. He takes after me," he teased. "Well then, I'm doubly impressed," she teased back. Just then, the beer vendor made his way up the stairs next to them. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked with a wink. "I don't know, I make it a point to not let strangers buy me drinks," she said, half- flirting and half-serious and all enamored of that wink. The man held out his hand. "I'm John McConnell." When she shook his bear paw of a hand, he smiled an electric smile, "Now I'm not a stranger." The combination of his handsome smile, warm touch, and twinkling hazel eyes made her knees feel a little wobbly. "Sabrina," she said as she took him up on his drink offer. "How'd you know he was going to go with the fastball?" he asked once she'd taken a sip of her foamy beer. "Simple really. He was behind in the count; it's been his go-to pitch all night so far when he gets in a jam." He tilted his head. "Impressive. Are you this observant about everything, or just baseball?" Sabrina gave him a sexy smile and drawled, "I can't tell you my secrets." Was she flirting with him? He'd love it if she were. Taking a sharp breath in, he implored softly, "Maybe just one or two?" With a flirting tone, she replied, "Well one or two probably wouldn't hurt." They bantered back and forth for the rest of the game, barely noticing the home team's decisive win. She was sad when the game came to an end; he seemed to feel the same way. "Can I interest you in having dinner with me?" Sabrina pondered the question carefully before responding. "That depends. Will your wife mind you having dinner with another woman?" She had noticed his left ring finger was conspicuously missing a band but she had to be sure. "I don't think my ex-wife or her new husband would object to us having dinner," he replied dryly. Well in that case! She thought he'd never ask! But she knew she needed to play it cool. "What did you have in mind?" she inquired coyly. What he had in mind was taking her home and making her scream his name in orgasm, but that probably wasn't something he should share with her at this point. "How about Angelo's Diner, downtown?" With a smile, she reached out and touched his arm. "I'll meet you there." John was a little disappointed that she wanted to drive herself. "Is it okay if we wait around for a bit so I can say hi to my son?" he asked. "Sure. Should I wait with you or do you want me to go ahead and get us a table?" He wasn't letting her out of his sight. He wanted to make sure their night continued without her changing her mind. "No, I'd love to introduce you to Brandon. Come on." He held her by the hand in a chivalrous manner as they made their way down the stairs to exit the bleachers and stand outside the locker rooms with fans waiting to get players' autographs. Sabrina watched John as he spoke animatedly about his son. He was obviously proud, as he should be. Brandon had potential to at the very least play Triple A ball. There was something about the way he spoke about his boy with such tenderness that touched her. Or maybe it was his beautiful mouth and how she wanted nothing more than to kiss it and run her fingers through his thick brown hair. What the hell is wrong with me? I just met this man 90 minutes ago! Still, there was no denying she was attracted to him and he left her no doubt the feeling was mutual. When the shortstop appeared from the locker room, fans eagerly approached him for his autograph. As they stood watching the young college player sign his name on everything from t-shirts to programs, John put his hand at the small of her back. She liked the way he felt next to her and she could intermittently smell his cologne; the best way she could describe it would be clean and sexy. She leaned against his shoulder briefly to get a better smell. Yep, definitely sexy. His son approached and John introduced Sabrina to him. "You should listen to this lady. She could probably help you out with your game," the elder McConnell said. Embarrassed, Sabrina just smiled and shook her head. "Your coaches are doing a fine job with that." Serendipitously, Dave walked out of the locker room with his first base coach, Alan Whitaker. Both men smiled and waved at John and Sabrina on their way out the front gates. After talk about brunch on Sunday, and promising to make smart decisions about celebrating today's win, the younger McConnell hugged his dad and told him not to worry before turning his attention to Sabrina, telling her, "Really nice meeting you. Hope to see you again," before striding to the waiting car full of his teammates. The sun had set so John insisted on escorting her to her car in the now almost-deserted parking lot. He was parked at the other end of the lot so she told him to get in and she'd drop him at his car. After closing her driver's side door, he went around to the passenger's side and slid in. Sabrina didn't start the car right away, hoping John would seize the opportunity now that they were alone to kiss her. He just smiled and kept his lips to himself, like a gentlemen. With an internal sigh, she turned on the ignition and made her way to his car. Before getting out, John put his hand on top of Sabrina's as it rested on the gear shift, leaned over and kissed her cheek, saying, "See you there." During the short drive to the restaurant, she tried to analyze what she was feeling. There'd been plenty of men over the last five years since Michael died who had asked her out and even hit on her. It wasn't until the last six months that she'd even said yes to going to dinner with a date but that was as far as it ever got. She hadn't had sex with anyone, other than herself, since the last time she made love with her husband. No one had even been of interest really; they were either too young, too old, too dull, too much of a playboy, or too interested in her status as the rich widow. But John McConnell seemed just right. She guessed he was maybe ten years older than her with a strong, square jaw and his eyes sparkled when he smiled. Their conversation had flowed nonstop during the game; she found him intelligent and interesting. Not to mention his broad chest and strong arms sent a shiver through her when she thought about him holding her next to his body. She parked on the street and got her U of A sweatshirt from the trunk; it gets cold in the desert at night during the springtime. She was underdressed compared to her companion. He looked like he had skipped out of work early and went straight to the ballpark still dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt, his sleeves rolled up. He probably ditched his tie in his car. She decided she wasn't going to feel self-conscious; he knew what she was wearing when he invited her and hadn't suggested she change. Besides, this was Tucson - everything and everywhere was casual. Angelo, the owner was an old friend and greeted her at the door with a little too familiar kiss as he always did, but she shrugged him off as being harmless. He was very smooth and had most women eating out of the palm of his hand; he seemed to love that Sabrina didn't succumb to his charms. "Hello beautiful. I haven't seen you in a while! Are you meeting someone?" John had been standing to the side of the hostess stand when she walked in, so she gestured to the handsome man and linked her arms around his right upper arm when he approached. That nice, muscular arm. "Yes. Angelo, this is John McConnell. John, Angelo DiMarco." The men exchanged pleasantries before Angelo himself sat them at their table. "You didn't mention you knew the owner personally," John mocked once they were alone. She retorted, "Well, now you do too." They ordered a bottle of wine and continued getting to know each other. It seemed they had a lot in common; there wasn't a thing she didn't like about him. He was witty, well read, and she found him intriguing. They both shared a love of sports and he didn't patronize her or seem intimidated that she knew what she was talking about it with baseball and could hold her own when it came to other sports. They playfully made a date to go waterskiing in the summer. As she suspected, he was a former football player. There was no way he couldn't be with his build. He obviously still kept himself in shape, which she more than noticed and appreciated. They were careful to avoid discussing anything more controversial than Deflate Gate, which possibly accounted for why she felt they had so much in common. Still, the sexual chemistry was so palpable, he probably could have told her he didn't believe in spaying or neutering his animals and she would have overlooked it. At least for a night. She didn't want to tempt fate though and tried to keep the topics light; yet even with safe topics, she was enjoying herself immensely. The two bottles of wine didn't hurt either. John found it unusual how straightforward and honest Sabrina was. He wasn't sure if it was an act, although if it was, she should be eligible for an academy award. Her embarrassment with his compliments was almost endearing. There was definitely something about her that was different from the other women he had dated. He found her incredibly sexy but there was more to it than just her appearance. Her sexuality didn't just come from her face and body, it came from her mind as well. She definitely had his attention. It was almost surreal when they realized they'd been at dinner for over five hours. The time had flown by and when they finally looked at something other than each other, they realized the restaurant was almost deserted. "How did that happen?" Sabrina wondered aloud as she looked around. "I think I better request a ride from Uber." "Why don't you let me take you?" John graciously asked. This was a tough call. She didn't want the night to be over but she knew if he took her home, they would end up sleeping together. The fact of the matter was she wanted him to make love to her. He had only gotten more attractive as the night wore on. But she also liked him and would really like to see him again. In her experience, it was you either slept with someone on the first date and didn't see him again or you waited and went on another date. You didn't get both. "However," she reasoned in her head, "there's no guarantee he would even ask me out again, but it seems pretty clear what's going to happen if he takes me home. Five years is a long time to go without feeling the touch of a man." And she really wanted to feel this particular man's touch, more than the arm caresses and gentle brushing of his fingers against hers he'd been doing all night. She wanted to feel his mouth on hers as he enveloped her body with his. The idea of unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the chest hair that had been teasing her all night and feeling his naked skin on hers made her wet with anticipation. She was almost afraid to picture his cock for fear he'd be able to tell she was thinking about all the naughty, wonderful things she wanted to do to it. Here goes nothing. "I don't know if you're in any better condition to drive than I am," she laughed. Then quietly added, without looking at him, "Maybe we should get a room across the street." She tried to be just vague enough that she left herself an out in case she had totally misread the signs. That way she could fall back on she just meant until they sobered up enough to drive, she didn't mean anything sexual. John's ears perked up. Did he just hear what he think he just heard? A room across the street?! What is she saying? Unfortunately, he hesitated just a tad too long to respond because she quickly blurted out, "I mean, I'm sure we could get coffee in their lounge. I think they're open late. Just until we're in better shape to drive." Oh my god, I want to die from embarrassment. Could I look any more desperate? Who asks a man she just met to get a hotel room?! Sabrina quickly excused herself to use the ladies' room in an attempt to regain some of her dignity. Meanwhile, John was kicking himself for not seizing the opportunity that was presented to him on a golden platter. This is still salvageable. I just have to play my cards right. He paid the check and was waiting in the lobby when she exited. "Come on, let's go get that coffee," he said as he slipped his arm around her waist and steered her out the door. No sooner had they stepped into the night air when he swung her in front of him and held her head as he leaned down to kiss her gently on the mouth. Without hesitation, she kissed him back and when his tongue began searching hers out, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as he grabbed a handful of her hair and began to kiss her more urgently. She melted into his body and still didn't feel like she could get close enough to him. Taking her cue, John yanked her close and pressed her hard against him as his kisses got more passionate. They only came up for air when another couple exited the restaurant. Not letting her go, he growled in her ear, "Let's go across the street." All Sabrina could do was nod her head yes. She was so intoxicated by him that he could have said, 'Let's go play in the street,' and she would have agreed. She buried her head in his chest and shivered. The unusual combination of how turned on, yet how safe he made her feel, was almost overwhelming. He directed her into the hotel and sat her down in the lobby to wait as he went to the front desk. While sitting there, she was glad that she'd had just enough to drink that it allowed her to not overthink what she was doing. As much as she wanted this, now that it was actually happening it would have been easy to have second thoughts. Fortunately, John was back and offering her his hand before she gave the idea any more attention. In the elevator he took her back in his embrace and gently kissed her again. Searching her face, he quietly assured her, "Only what you're comfortable with. What happens next is up to you." When they entered the hotel room, she suddenly felt very awkward and shy. How was this going to transpire? Were they just going to get naked and go for it? She hoped not but didn't know what to expect next, especially since he all but told her she was driving this bus. How was she going to let him know that she wanted this without actually having to say the words? John must have sensed her sudden uneasiness because he opened the minibar and asked what she wanted to drink. Vodka would work. He picked up the ice bucket and kissed her again, "Don't go away." It quickly became important to her that he understood she had no regrets about being there and wanted him to make love to her. Maybe she really wanted him to fuck her. Maybe both. She heard him come back in the room, took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, clad only in the complimentary bathrobe. She felt very unsure of herself as she boldly walked barefoot up to him and put her hand around his neck, pulling his head down to kiss him. She was not comfortable with the role as aggressor but she wanted to make her desire to be intimate with him crystal clear so there was no hesitation on his part. Just like at the restaurant, their kisses heated up quickly. She liked the way he kissed; he used just enough tongue to be passionate but not so much that she felt like she was making out with a St. Bernard. It drove her crazy when he sucked on her lip and soon she was wanting more than just his kisses. Pulling away from his mouth, she started unbuttoning his shirt. She had been fantasizing about this since she noticed him in the stands at the ballpark. When the last button was finally undone, she stood admiring him for a small moment; with just the right amount of definition and hair on his chest and stomach, his masculinity was undeniable. He was wonderful to look at and touch. Sabrina started to kiss his chest while tracing her fingers from his nipples to his waistband then moved to the swelling in his pants to fondle and squeeze him over the fabric. It was a nice bulge and she was anxious to become better acquainted with it. Sex and Baseball She was about to kneel down to undo his belt when he grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her up so he could put his mouth over hers again. Moving his lips to her neck, he untied her robe and slid his arms around to pull her naked body against his bare chest. The feel of flesh on flesh made her gasp; she hadn't felt that in so long and it was wonderful. The robe slid off her shoulder as he began to nibble on it and before she knew it, she was totally exposed with the terrycloth garment in a heap on the floor. Man am I glad I switched some of those lights off. Suddenly every flaw she saw in the mirror in the morning felt like they had neon arrows pointing to them. God I hate being vulnerable. The look he gave her was pure lust. "You're beautiful," he whispered as he ran his hands over her body. And just like that, her insecurities were gone. She reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair as their lips met again. Cupping an ass cheek in each hand, he lifted her against him and spun around to deposit her on the edge of the bed. He laid her down and began kissing and caressing her nipples; one with his teeth and the other with his hand, switching back and forth while she arched her back to better accommodate his mouth. With her nipples nice and stiff, his lips began to make their way down her stomach. He was very leisurely in this venture and Sabrina was pretty sure she could feel how wet with anticipation she was. He finally let his hand start to stroke her smooth slit slowly but firmly up and down. He loved how wet she already was. He started moving his hand in circles as he caressed her, taking extra care of her clit before plunging a finger inside her. She was so tight - he couldn't wait to fuck her tiny hole. Patience is a virtue. He slid his head between her legs and let his tongue take over for his finger. She gasped and grabbed a fistful of bed sheets as he fucked her with his tongue while continuing to rub her clit. He could tell she was already close to coming all over his face so he didn't understand why she grabbed his head in both hands and drew him back to her mouth. "You're going to make cum," she whispered. "Of course I am, and more than once." "I don't want to yet. I want to cum with you," she drawled as she slithered down his body to take his pants off. She took her time doing so, taking him in her mouth over his pants and cupping his balls. Her hot breath through the fabric was driving him crazy. She finally removed his pants but left his boxer briefs on while kissing and rubbing his inner thighs before working her way back to his cock. Thankfully, Sabrina finally freed his dick from the confines of his underwear; it was so hard in her hand as she began to stroke him gently up and down. Mindful not to neglect his balls, she lowered herself between his legs and began to suck and pull on them while she kept the rhythm steady on his cock. His groans were all the encouragement she needed to know she was doing it right. Feeling adventurous, she let her tongue go lower to lick his taint and the outer part of his ass as he tea bagged her face. His musky smell was so sexy, and she took a deep breath in to savor it before sucking his skin back to his cock. Once there, she took him all in her mouth without letting her lips touch his shaft. When he was fully engulfed, she drew her lips around him and gently sucked as she pulled him out of her mouth; circling the head with her tongue before taking him all the way to the base again and holding him there for a few seconds before pulling him out again. She began to take shallow strokes with her mouth as she used her hand to help pleasure him. Tasting something sweet and salty, she took that as her cue to stop so she could finally feel him inside her. Moving back up his body, she straddled him at the waist. His body was so muscular and wide that the mere act of putting her legs on the sides of his body opened her pussy. She began to slide up and down on his cock without letting him enter her, holding her small hands on his strong, hairy chest for support. Twice she acted like she was going to put his cock in her but then wiggled and moved him away from her entrance. On the third time, John thrust in and it took both their breaths away as he filled her tiny pussy. He pushed forward, just a little, allowing her to get used to him. He pulled back and pushed forward a little more; doing this repeatedly, taking his time until he was completely inside her. It felt amazing. Sabrina started moving her hips rhythmically back and forth and soon was sitting up straight on him in order to take him as deep inside as she could. When his entire cock was filling her, she ground her hips against his to relish the feeling of them totally entwined, then fell forward onto his chest. There he hugged her tight with his strong arms and fucked her hard and fast. She wanted to wiggle her body in delight but he wouldn't let her move an inch as he thrust into her over and over, the sound of his balls slapping against her echoing in her ears as she let go and just allowed herself to feel how wonderful he felt. Loosening his hold, he drew her chin to his face where he thoroughly kissed her. She could still taste herself on his lips and it only excited her more. Sitting back up straight, she put her hands back onto his thighs and fully exposed herself to him. He knew what she was after; as she started moving up and down on his cock, he began to rub her clit. He did this slowly at first, while she was moving slowly and seductively on him, but as she began to ride him harder and faster, the speed and pressure of his fingers working her increased. He could feel how wet she was getting, her nipples standing at full attention as she arched her back and moaned. Suddenly, she stopped riding him and started to gasp as she pressed her clit against his hand that was feverishly rubbing it; arching her back even more before her body started to convulse. "Oh my god!" she cried out as she felt the wave of climax wash over her. Before she could even come down from her orgasmic high, John flipped her over and began to fuck her hard. The sensation was amazing to Sabrina and only served to extend her pleasure. When he started to gasp, she knew he was about to explode and implored him, "Please cum on my tits!" John was more than happy to oblige and shot his load all over her boobs. It felt so warm as it hit her skin that she reached up to smear it all over her as he spurted out. When he finished, she leaned over to clean him off and taste the fruit of their efforts. When he was spit shined, literally, they lay back on the bed for a few minutes before John got up to get her a towel to clean her chest with. Cold cum was not as sexy as when it first comes out warm and gooey. She straddled him above the waist and laid her head on his chest while he stroked her hair. "That was lovely," she purred with her eyes closed. They must have fallen asleep because a buzzing noise brought Sabrina out of a delicious dream she was having about their Round Two. She had just started to doze off when the noise woke her again. Wanting to stop the sound and disoriented where it was coming from, she followed the buzzing. It was John's cell. She just needed to find a way to turn it off but when she looked down, the words she saw made her wide awake. A text from Janice read: Hey baby! I thought you were coming over after the game? What happened? I'll leave the door unlocked if you want to slip into bed with me! Oh. Hell. No. She knew she had no right to be jealous but she did have a right to feel used. Yes, this was probably a one-night stand but she thought it was at least a one-night stand with an unattached man. She quickly got dressed and quietly left without saying a word to him. John woke up a little while later, ready to start their next session. It took him a minute to realize that not only was she not in bed with him, she was gone. What the hell happened? He was confused; why would she just leave like that? They'd had such a great time - had he imagined the mutualness of the feeling? He was tempted to text her when he realized that not only did he not have her number, he didn't even know her last name. Disappointment set in next to his confusion. He had felt something for her that was different than anyone he'd ever met and after the go round they just had in the sack, he knew he wanted to explore it. Now it seemed he wouldn't have the opportunity. Sabrina woke the next morning still pissed. Her sleep had been fitful; how could she have misjudged him like that? She refused to give him any credit that he was just that good at fooling her, instead, opting for the, "I am such an idiot" approach. She was glad the college team was away for the next two weeks. She hadn't decided how she was going to avoid him at the games but there was no way he was keeping her from going. Unfortunately, John was occupying a lot of her thoughts but she really had no desire to be one of many women he was seeing. She replayed the night over and over, trying to figure out how she missed the signs. Keeping busy and not thinking about him was hard; the charities that she volunteered with were in a lull, having just had their spring events and a girl can only clean her house and play online scrabble so many times. As luck would have it, she got a call from the Padres front office; they needed someone to look at a few local players and immediately thought of her. She especially liked going to watch high school games; she didn't know any of the players or their families and people knew damn well not to bother her. She could get her afternoon fix of baseball and not be vested in any of the players or the outcome so she would leave early. Of all the stands in all the high schools, he was sitting in hers. How the hell did that happen? She knew he wasn't stalking her when he seemed startled to see her. Fuck he looked good. Hmmm, maybe I was a little hasty. He never really said he didn't have a girlfriend. Wow, she must be hornier than she thought or she found him just that sexy. She wondered who he was there watching. He seemed visibly uncomfortable at her presence; which both pleased and intrigued her. John noticed Sabrina when he was looking around the stands to see if the rumored scout was there. You could have knocked him over with a feather when he realized it was her. On the one hand, this was his opportunity to find out what happened and at least get her information for future follow-up. On the other, this wasn't exactly the venue to do that. He was there with his ex-wife just a few rows down to watch his twin sons play and knew it was taboo to even talk to a scout; not that she was there to watch his boys. They were just 14 but good enough to be on varsity. But still. He made eye contact with her and she smiled. Well, that's at least a good sign. His mind wandering to their night in the hotel room - he thought it had been amazing and was dismayed that she hadn't. I must be losing my touch. He gleaned a little self-satisfaction when he noticed that she stayed the entire game. He took that as a sign and followed her to her car. He wasn't sure what he was going to do if anyone called him out for talking to the girl from the Padres, but how good she looked in those shorts was worth the risk. Especially if there was even the slightest possibility those legs would be wrapped around him again sometime in the near future. Like tonight. "I feel like we have some unfinished business," he said as he got into her personal space. "No, I think our business was finished," she countered coolly. Damn he smelled good. "Did I do something wrong?" his eyes were urgently searching hers for an answer. Could she have misinterpreted the text? She chastised herself a little; there was no way she had misunderstood that text. "Your dance card is a little fuller than I prefer the man I'm sleeping with to be." Ah. He wondered if that might be the possibility when he saw Janice's text the next morning. Janice was a friend with benefits, nothing more, but he also was positive that Sabrina did not have those kinds of friends. He wasn't sure how to explain it so he decided to just address it head on. "If you're talking about Janice's text, she is a woman I see on occasion when we are both wanting sex. I haven't seen her in months, but she had contacted me about the possibility of getting together. Then I met you and had no desire to be anywhere but where you were." Okay, she could buy that. Actually, she wanted to buy that because he made parts of her tingle just being next to him. But how does she concede gracefully that she may have been rash in her exit in the middle of the night before talking to him about it? Widening her stance, she relaxed her body a little and touched his hand. "I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say? Obviously that's not something I'm interested in, so maybe we should have had that conversation before the two bottles of wine." Well, what is she interested in? He would love to get to know her better, not to mention fuck her again. And again. Feeling emboldened, he grabbed her around the waist, held her tightly against him, and looked her in the eye. "Well let's have dinner again and have the conversation, then 2 more bottles of wine." To paraphrase The Godfather, he made her an offer she couldn't refuse. She didn't look or pull away. "Where would you like to go?" He wanted to say his place. The boys were going to their mom's so they'd be alone, but he'd had his share of weirdos and stalkers so he was hesitant. He was confident she was neither but then again, he had felt that way about Beth. After their tumultuous breakup, he ended up having to change his phone number, email addresses, even his online nicknames, and install security cameras at his house. "How about Jetsetter's?" He liked that location; the food was good but more importantly, it was close to a hotel. "Jetsetter's? Isn't that where married men take their mistresses?" He'd never heard that but could see there being some validity to it. "Why don't we just worry about what we're up to and hopefully we won't see anybody we know doing something they shouldn't be." They had a lovely meal in a corner booth where they laughed and shared stories about everything they could think of. John decided to broach the subject of what she was interested in. They hadn't quite finished their first bottle of wine. "I don't know, John? I'm far too old to play games and way too old fashioned to be comfortable sleeping with more than one person. I guess I would expect the same. Do I necessarily want to be your 'girlfriend'? No, not right now. Would I want to in the future? Maybe, who knows? I'm not asking for anything from you other than to not be sleeping around if you're sleeping with me. If you decide that you're interested in someone else, just have the common decency to let me know." "I think that's perfectly reasonable," he said as he leaned over and kissed her softly on the mouth. Teasing her, he continued, "Can I have your phone number now? And your last name?" She blushed at the realization that she was touting herself as old fashioned but had sex with him not even knowing her last name. "It's Bradford." They had only had one bottle when she found him staring lustfully at her. "Wanna get out of here?" he brazenly asked. He still had Round Two to take care of and there was no way he was falling asleep this time before Round Three. She reached over and squeezed the inside of his thigh, just below where his cock was resting. "I'd love to." The second they were in the hotel room, he was tugging a handful of her hair as he planted his mouth firmly and urgently on hers. She returned his frenzied fondling and kissing. He was going to fuck her hard and rough, the first time anyway. Maybe he was harboring a little resentment from how she slipped away in the middle of the night last time. Maybe he just wanted her that badly. Ripping open her blouse, he stared at her chest, groaning, "Oh my God!" before yanking down her bra and grabbing both her boobs, kneading them with no hint of gentleness before biting down on her nipples. She gasped and threw her head back moaning while he assaulted her pink knots with his mouth. She was soaked. His forcefulness a total turn-on. There was a lot of built up tension between them and this was a wonderful way to release some of it. Returning to her mouth, he pulled her hair so her head came back and he fervently sucked and kissed her neck while reaching up the leg opening in her shorts, shoving her panties aside so he could harshly finger fuck her. He held her chin, staring at her face as he jammed his fingers in her and she gasped with every thrust. "Mmmmm that is a wet pussy," he growled. The rawness of his desire and dominance was hot and she was going to cum if he didn't stop. Feeling her increased wetness on his hand, he stopped. He wasn't about to let her climax anytime soon. Pulling her over to the bed, he undid his pants and she immediately went to work on pleasuring his balls, rubbing them all over her face before licking and sucking them urgently. John undid her bra then grabbed her by the hair and drew her mouth to his cock, which he held firmly in his other hand. "Suck it," he ordered and she obediently complied, taking him entirely in her mouth and right away getting down to slurping and stroking him. He used her hair to move her head up and down on his shaft until he stood up and pushed her onto her knees so he could properly fuck her face. "That's it, take it all in your mouth," he said as he jammed his cock into her throat; her gagging noises only increased his pleasure as he rammed her repeatedly. She stopped him and ran his wet cock over her cheeks and lips, staring into his eyes as she did and he groaned while pulling her by the wrists to her feet; tugging her shorts and panties down to her ankles before pushing her onto the bed and crawling in between her legs, up her body until he reached her mouth. Looking at her with total hunger, he purposefully lowered his mouth back onto hers as his hands massaged and pulled her nipples before thrusting his cock hard into her glistening, tight pussy. Not letting her get used to him this time, he fucked her with a powerful rhythm; entering her hard and deep and pulling out enough to ram back in her with a force that made her tits jiggle. He grunted his pleasure in between groans of "Oh yeah, baby!" and "Fuck yeah." Sabrina was moaning and gasping, loving how deep he was plunging inside her. He stopped and flipped her over onto all fours, diving in between her ass cheeks with his tongue. He pulled her apart and licked her from her crack to her clit, taking pit stops along the way to suck and taste before mounting her, his legs squatting just outside her thighs as he plummeted into her tiny hole. Her breathing was ragged as he ravaged her and when he licked his thumb and pressed it into her backdoor, she gasped. That was virgin territory but he gently and expertly moved in and out and it only increased her pleasure. John knew she was aching to cum and withdrew his cock as she whimpered for him not to stop. He lay down on the bed and sat her on his face. Looking at him between her legs as he licked her had her in sheer ecstasy. When he spread her lips apart and started sucking on her clit, she closed her eyes, loving how good it felt. Soon she was rolling her hips against his face and when he slid a finger inside her pussy, she shuddered with "Oh yes, yes. Right there!" and ground her pink slit against his mouth as her orgasm started to erupt. She held her breath until she was writhing in convulsions as she gasped "Yes! Yes!" over and over. Sex and Baseball Lifting her legs at the knees, John sank his cock into her puffy pussy and began thrusting shallow and fast. It felt so damn good inside her post-cum hole that she was bucking against him hard, on the verge of coming again. He could tell she was going to climax again and he furiously slammed his hips against her, trying to hold off his own impending blast. Their moans indicating the approaching release. Just when she let out a long groan and shudder, he yanked out of her and exploded all over her tits; shots of semen splattering all over. Instinctively, she reached up and massaged the warm goo into her skin. John collapsed on top of her as he tried to regain his breath. His brow and temple covered in perspiration. That is so unbelievably sexy. She loved that he had worked up a sweat having angry sex with her. Note to self, pick a fight soon. They lay there relishing the after-effects when he started to kiss her softly and sensuously. It seemed as if he'd fucked all of his aggression out and was tenderly stroking her along her sides. Leisurely caressing her body and enjoying the effects; from her goosebumps, to stiff nipples, to her arching her back to meet his touch. He continued kissing her long and passionately and before long, he not only had the desire but now the means to make love to her again. Sabrina tapped out and excused herself to the bathroom. John put some pillows against the headboard and sat up, still at full mast and hoping she'd take the hint and blow him again when she came back. Instead, she smiled and climbed on top of him, bending her knees on either side of his muscular thighs and rubbing her pussy against him while her boobs were in his face. He slowly started to work on her nipples, tracing them with his tongue before gently sucking and biting down while rolling and squeezing her other tit. He was really good at it and soon she was so wet that his cock slipped right in her. She nimbly rocked back and forth on him, basking in how good he felt inside and all the wonderful things he was doing to her outside, as she held his head against her chest. Sabrina really missed getting fucked. She knew she needed the five years to grieve, but she wasn't sure if sex had always been this good or just if John was really that good because she was building to a third orgasm and she had never had more than one in the same night before. Feeling how wet she was getting, he reached and found her magic button and began to flick and rub it. Within minutes, she let out a long groan and wriggled as the climax erupted through her body. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and put her hands around his neck while kissing him gently. Smiling, she told him, "I can't believe you did that to me three times in one night." Kissing her back, he responded, "I can't wait for your fourth." She was doubtful on that but was willing to try. He laid her back on the bed and just held her in his arms while spooning her. She could feel his cock getting hard again and reached down to slip him in her. Holy fuck that feels good. John began to slide in and out of her, slowly and smoothly. The feeling was as sensual as their first fuck was aggressive. His hands were all over her body; stroking and exploring while his lips brushed the back of her neck and shoulders. Rolling her onto her stomach, she kept her legs together as he moved in and out of her, her ass cheeks caressing his cock with each stroke into her wet pussy. Holy fuck this feels even better. He began to pick up the pace and he brought her up onto all fours so he could plunge into her deeply. Soon his breathing quickened and he was moaning loudly before he pulled out and jerked himself all over her ass, some of it dribbling down into her crack. It was a beautiful sight. This time when they fell asleep, he made sure his arms were tightly around her. He wasn't letting her get away again.