17 comments/ 92505 views/ 14 favorites Watch The Game By: Ashson "Ah, Kelly," muttered Bob, a little nervously. "Mmm?" said Kelly, busy tidying the kitchen. "I sort of asked a few of the boys over to watch the game this afternoon. You don't mind do you?" Kelly straightened and looked at her husband. "And just when did you invite them?" she asked. "Ah, last Saturday," confessed Bob. "We were watching at Jimmy's place and I thought that it was about my turn to have them around so I invited them." "It's OK by me, as long as you realise I'll be shooting through to visit Miranda," said Kelly with a smile. "I think I'd just as soon be elsewhere while you're all having a few and yelling at the telly." "Um, yeah, that's fine if you want to shoot through before the game, but I sort of got carried away and told the boys that you'd fix up some sandwiches and snacks for us. Will you have time to make them before they get here?" Kelly blinked at that one. "How many are coming and when are they arriving?" she asked, suspicious. "Only three or four," said Bob quickly. "They'll start to wander in about one. Five or six at the most. And me, of course." "So I have to whip up sandwiches and snacks for seven men and they'll be here at one o'clock. Is that right?" "That's it. Thanks, love. I knew I could count on you." Bob rapidly withdrew, content that he had her agreement. Kelly flung a mild curse at him, turning to check on the time. God, she'd have to move fast, starting with a rush trip to the shop for essential supplies. For the rest of the morning Kelly found herself rushing around getting things ready. A little more warning would have been nice, she thought. She could have had most of it ready the day before. At one the bell rang, and she raced to let the first of the visitors in. There was the usual "hi, nice to meet you" and a few air kisses as she let them in and pointed them towards the lounge room. What was unusual was that one of the visitors had seen fit to run a hand familiarly over her bottom. And it had been her bottom, with a hand slipping up under her short skirt. What was worse, she had failed to spot which of those oafs had done the dirty deed. For the next half hour or so Kelly was on the run, finishing up the preparations. She moved the food into the lounge room so the men could graze at will. She answered the door as the stragglers arrived. She made sure glasses and plates were available. She here, there and everywhere, arranging things so that the men could enjoy the game without having to worry about actually doing anything but eat and drink. And getting madder by the second. Someone was goosing her, patting her fanny and once even managing to squeeze her breast, and she couldn't be sure who. She had her suspicions but she couldn't very well slap someone on suspicion. The way things were going she'd probably slap the wrong face. Finally everything was done. The men were all seated, eating and drinking and the telly was carrying on with the pre-game interviews and guesswork. Stepping up behind the couch Kelly leant over it to give Bob a quick kiss on the cheek. She almost shrieked when she did so, as a hand curled around her leg and slipped up under her dress and started rubbing her mound through her panties. Kelly couldn't believe that anyone would have the gall to do such a thing. Admittedly, his misdeeds were covered by the couch, but if anyone stood up... If anyone stood up the son-of-a-bitch would move his hand before anyone would notice, she realised. And if she made a fuss she'd just spoil everyone's afternoon. Saying good bye to Bob and nodding to the men in general, Kelly twisted away from the groping fingers and left the room. The first thing she'd have to do was go to her bedroom and change her panties. The ones she was wearing were uncomfortably wet for some reason. The second thing would be to plan something diabolical to do to Peter, the groping guru. God, was she ever going to fix his little red wagon. Entering the garage a few minutes later, Kelly slapped the button to roll the automatic door up. Then she jumped with a little squeak as a voice spoke. "I wish you hadn't rolled the door up. It's much more private when it's down. Too late now, I suppose." "Peter! God you gave me a shock. What the hell was the idea of all the touchy, feely inside, anyway? And what's wrong with the door being up. I don't need privacy to deal with you." "The touchy, feely, as you so eloquently put it, was to let you know that I want you and to get you a little excited. And the only problem with the door being up is anyone who drives past might look in and see you bent over the car getting bonked. But I wouldn't really worry about it. They'll pass so quickly they wouldn't realise what they saw." Even as he spoke, Peter was taking Kelly's arm and turning her to lean against the hood. Her hands went out automatically to catch herself as she found herself being made to bend over it. "What the hell are you talking about?" Kelly demanded. "And stop pushing on me. Let me up." In answer, Peter reached up Kelly's dress and tugged on her panties, sliding them down to her knees. Kelly turned her head to stare at him, stunned. "What do you think you're doing," she asked angrily. "Leave my clothes alone. You don't think for one moment I'm going to have sex with you, do you?" Peter calmly rolled her dress up, tucking it under her belt. His hands retraced their path downwards, running over Kelly's bare bottom and gliding between her legs to stroke her mound. "Are you crazy," whispered Kelly. "Someone could come past at any moment. Do you think I'm going to risk being caught in the open getting screwed by some idiot who fancies himself? Let me go at once." Peter continued to stroke between Kelly's legs, exciting her despite herself. She heard the rasp of a zip and it dawned on her that Peter was serious. He was going to take her right then and there where anyone who came past could see her. "You can't be serious," she said between gritted teeth. "Someone could come at any moment." "I know. Exciting isn't it. Now hold still for a moment." The next moment Kelly could feel Peter pressing against her, pushing his way between her lips. She froze, feeling him move deeper into her. He was doing it. He was really doing it. Kelly's eyes flicked towards the open door. She was in plain sight from the street. Hell, the angle the sun was on meant that it shone through the garage door and onto her. Even the most casual glance would reveal that she was being screwed. "Oh, god, this is not happening to me," she said quietly, feeling Peter push further into her. Why, she wondered, wasn't she fighting? Probably because the whole situation was so bizarre and exciting, she answered herself. She'd never dreamt that she'd be effectively screwed in the middle of the street in bright sunshine. Kelly felt Peter pulling back, ready for his first full thrust into her. She held her breath, then released it with a gasp as she felt smack back into her, her hips automatically lifting and pushing back against him to facilitate his entry. She heard his grunt of satisfaction and knew that she'd effectively told him that it was OK, to go to town. And Peter did so, pulling out and driving back into her, almost lifting her off her feet when he slammed into her. Kelly found that she was watching the street and at the same time trying to anticipate Peter's next move. She flushed slightly as a car went past, the driver oblivious to the little scene being played out. She felt Peter hitting her again. And again, putting his hips behind it and really driving himself into her. Kelly was gasping and pushing against Peter, forbidden excitement driving her wild. A relative strange man was taking her, and in the open. Her heart was in her mouth, waiting for someone to walk past and look in, but her fears were easily over-ridden by Peter's cock ravishing her body. Peter pressed home harder and faster, driving Kelly inexorably towards a climax. She was pushing back hard to meet him, enjoying the pounding sensations that were carried so deep inside her. The fire inside her was burning hot, spreading and setting her alight. She could feel her climax mounting its attack on her senses, and squealed softly, twisting and pushing against Peter, urgency driving her. Peter gasped and started hammering against Kelly even harder. Kelly desperately swallowed a scream as she felt herself succumbing to his assault, pressing her hands against her mouth and then surrendering to the glory of her climax. Rising slowly out of her daze, Kelly found that her dress and been straightened and her panties pulled back up. She sighed. She now needed yet another change of panties and a good shower. She wasn't going back into the house though. She'd grab both at Miranda's place. She drove off. Watch The Game Ch. 02 It was a pleasant Saturday afternoon. Kelly was pottering around the front garden, trimming a few bushes. Bob, her husband, was off watching sport. Kelly was content, enjoying the sunshine and not working too hard. Alex, from across the road, came wandering over to say hullo to her. There was some general chitchat, the warm weather was praised, Alex asked after Bob and learnt he'd gone off to watch the game. "Oh, yes. He does that every weekend, doesn't he. I believe you had them all here the other week," Alex said. Kelly flushed slightly at that, remembering trying to fight off Peter's unwanted attentions. A little curl of excitement fluttered through her when she thought of what Peter had wanted to do. Well, what he had actually done, she silently admitted to herself. "Uh, yes," she said. "I didn't stay, of course. I went around and visited Miranda, letting the boys have the house for the afternoon." "I missed the game that day," admitted Alex. "I'd just got a new smart phone and was experimenting with it. It's got a terrific built-in camera. You can take some amazing shots and it's got a really good zoom. It's like you're right next to the action." "I didn't know you were a camera buff, Alex," murmured Kelly, surprised that he seemed so enthusiastic about it. "Well, I haven't been," said Alex, "but with this new smartphone I bet I could take a picture of your car's license plate from my front room, providing there was a bit of sun shining into the garage." Kelly had a sudden vivid memory of Peter standing in front of her, pushing her back against the car, dick out and erect and shining in the sun. She paled slightly. Just what was Alex driving at? "Yeah," Alex continued, "I got some really nice action shots the other day and now I'm looking forward to getting some of it." "You're going to be doing more photography?" hazarded Kelly. "No. I'm going to be getting some action, Kelly," said Alex, smiling at her. She did not trust that smile one little bit. "I'm not sure what you're getting at," Kelly said, stalling for time. "It's really quite simple. I saw the tremendous fight you put up against Peter and I thought it only fair to come over and see if you'll fight that hard against me. It's a beautiful day and I thought you might like to try a little wrestling in the sunshine." Kelly remembered the 'fight' with Peter. As far as she could remember it had consisted of her saying don't do this while Peter pulled down her panties and did do this. "I don't know what you're talking about," Kelly stated firmly, "but I think it's time for you to leave." "Oh, you know," said Alex. "I'll show you the pictures to remind you afterwards. You'll enjoy them." While talking, Alex had been moving closer to Kelly, who'd been backing away. There was a gumtree in the middle of Kelly's front yard and, easing back from Alex, Kelly felt herself backing up to it. She sidled around it, while Alex paced around, staying in front of her. "Now stand still," Alex said. "What?" "Stay where you are," said Alex. "You're effectively hidden from the street now by the tree." Alex moved closer, leaving Kelly little room to move. She tensed, wondering what he intended. He surely didn't mean to assault her right there in the middle of the front yard. "Stop that," Kelly snapped, as Alex ran a finger lightly over the swell of her breasts. "You're being ridiculous. Please go away." In reply, Alex reached down and lifted the front of her dress, his hand gently cupping her mound and squeezing it lightly. Kelly batted at his hand, finding Alex just ignoring it. She gasped as a finger slipped under her panties, running along her lips. She could feel him adjusting her panties, moving them to the side of her mound and leaving her exposed to his touch. Glancing down at where he was touching her, Kelly received another little shock. Alex had already undone his zip and his erection was standing tall. Kelly was horrified. Was he going to just take her right then and there, leaning against the tree? It appeared the answer was yes. Her lips were eased apart and Alex edged his cock between them, pressing lightly. Kelly was breathing hard. It wasn't fair. If he'd been rough and tried to force her she would have fought him. But he was just gently taking her as though he had every right. Slowly but steadily, Kelly could feel Alex advancing within her, stretching her to take him, setting of little explosions as he came, her excitement rising and heat burning deep within her. Then with one last little jolt Kelly found Alex had her. He was pressing deep within her and she was firmly nailed to the tree by his cock. "How can you do this?" she gasped, feeling him starting to rock inside her. "With great pleasure," came the smiling answer, and Kelly gave a little groan. Alex reached up under her top, pushing her bra up off her breasts and taking possession of them. Now she was being assaulted from multiple points. His cock was gently moving in and out of her while his hands were playing with her breasts and teasing her nipples. Pleasurable sensations were emanating from deep within her and Kelly could not help her response. She found herself moving in time with Alex, gently swaying to the beat his cock was giving. Alex, it turned out, was in no hurry. There was no "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" in his gentle possession, but a long drawn out engagement. Alex moved slowly but firmly, not driving Kelly towards a climax but just encouraging her to scale the heights in her own good time. Kelly was breathing hard. She wanted to tell Alex to stop. She wanted to tell him to move faster. She just plain wanted. She was almost crying with need as Alex gently took her, and took her, and took her. Groaning, Kelly pushed harder against Alex. Excitement was rampaging through her, burning her, telling her that things needed to go further, blaming her for the delay. Groaning again, Kelly succumbed. "Damn it, Alex. You have to go harder. Please." She groaned again as Alex paused for a second, then bit her lips to stop herself shrieking as he suddenly drove into her, hard and fast. It was just the signal her body had been waiting for. Even before Alex's next stroke came crashing into her Kelly went up in flames. She bit into Alex's neck, desperate to stay silent while her climax flooded her, while Alex flooded her. She lay back against the tree, shuddering slightly, feeling Alex slowly disengage. She just stood there, breathing hard, wanting to glare at him but not having the energy. "Damn you, you've had your fun. Go away now." "Don't you want to see the pictures," asked Alex, all innocence. "No, I don't. Just go." Kelly finally moved away from the tree. Walking, she could feel that her panties were still bunched to the side of her pussy, but she'd be damned if she was going to adjust them while Alex was there. At that point she heard the toot of a horn, and looking up she saw Miranda turning into her drive. Alex smiled. "Pity she didn't turn up five minutes earlier. That would have been interesting." Kelly ignored him. "Hi, Miranda," she called. "Come on in. "I'm just going to take a quick shower. I'm feeling sweaty and grotty from doing the gardening."