This occurred way back in my college days. I was a walk-on to the baseball team at a large university. Many of my high school teammates had scholarships to Div II and Div III schools. But, most of those schools were teacher colleges. Not my forte. I had planned on becoming a prosecutor, so I picked a large university with a law school.
Early in the Fall of my Freshman year, I ventured by the field where the Fall tryouts for the baseball team were taking place. After watching practice, I went home and started getting the urge to play. After all, it was only weeks after my American Legion team had lost in the state semi-final round. There had been a sign on the fence at the practice field saying that try-outs were all week long and open to anyone. So I said to myself, “Fuck it, let’s give it a go”.
So for the next week I endured some brutal practices. But, my ability to hit line drives, play every infield position, and throw a curveball good enough to fool the scholarship players, earned me a walk on slot with the team.
Making the team meant Fall and Winter practices. Most of which was conditioning and hitting from the batting cage which was set up inside an auxiliary gym. Pitchers also honed their skills working on location and change of speed. Infielders and outfielders worked on footwork and making throws from various angles based upon potential fielding situations that might occur in a game.
The coup de grace of the pre-season practice takes place during Spring Break. The team goes to Florida for 3 weeks, as a group, to practice on real fields, and play against other schools as a warmup for the upcoming season. Typically schools will rotate areas in Florida every year so they can play different Florida schools each year. This year we went to the Daytona area.
Baseball players tend to practice hard during the day and party hard in the evening. Typically we would practice in the morning and then play a game in the afternoon. Some days there would be a double-header. There was a bar at the hotel that we were staying at and the drinking age in Florida at the time was 18. So, the evening was typically spent at the hotel bar.
One day, it monsoon-style rained all morning soaking the fields. So the coaches gave us the day off. By mid-afternoon most of the team was pretty shit face drunk. I, on the other hand, was not much of a drinker at that point in my life. So, when my teammates went back to their rooms for a nap so that they could do some night time partying, I stayed behind at the bar.
When they left, I pulled up a seat at the bar which was next to two ladies in their mid-30s. We engaged in some small talk and I learned that their names were Joan and Kathy. Both were teachers and both were in Florida on vacation. They were staying in a duplex rental about a mile from the hotel, which is where they met. Their teaching connection gave them similar interests and they became friends.
Joan was from upstate NY. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice rack. She was here in Daytona with her husband. He was currently out at a driving range hitting golf balls.
Kathy was from SC. She was also blonde but with green eyes. She was petite, maybe 5’5” and 115lbs. She was recently divorced and was on vacation with a co-worker who was spending the day visiting her extended family that lived in the area.
I told them about my being on the baseball team and that we were in the area for spring practice. Both were baseball fans, so we talked a little baseball, joked, and laughed.
About an hour or so into our chat, Joan got a page over the PA system to go to the front desk for a phone call. This was before cell phones were invented😂😂. Joan went to the desk and came back and told us that her husband was coming to pick her up. She put $20 on the bar to cover her tab and walked out the front door.
Kathy looked at me and said, “Shit! I am screwed!”
I said, “What’s wrong?”
Kathy replied, “I am too buzzed to drive. Joan was supposed to be my designated driver. I think she forgot! I guess I can walk the mile home.”
I looked at Kathy and said, “Look, I really only have had three beers all day. If you want, I can drive you to your place, and then I can run the mile back here. That way you don’t have to come and get your car later. It’s no big deal.”
Kathy agreed and ordered another gin and tonic. We chatted through that drink and then headed to her car. I drove her to her place, parked, and was prepared to start running. But, then Kathy asked me if I would have a drink with her before I headed back. She figured since I wasn’t driving back, I could have one drink with her. I agreed and we went inside.
Kathy got me a longneck bottle of Bud and made herself a gin and tonic. We sat on the couch in the rec room while we had our drinks, talked, and laughed. Kathy was getting a little touchy while we were talking, putting a hand on my arm or knee.
One of my Freshman classes was a psych course that discussed body language. The touching seemed to indicate a desire for reciprocal behavior. So, I began parroting her touches. When I was sure she was comfortable, I leaned in and kissed her. The fist kiss was just hard enough to see if I would get slapped. When I broke the kiss, Kathy threw her arms around my neck and we engaged in a rather long session of tonsil hockey with our tongues.
Kathy was wearing a beach cover and a bikini so it was easy to start fondling her tits. Before long her cover was off and her bikini top was on the floor. Her nipples were sticking out like bullets. She moaned and groaned as I sucked and nibbled her neck. I finally got to her tits and sucked each one into my mouth. They were small but tasty. And, more than a mouthful is wasted flesh anyway.
While sucking Kathy’s tits, I helped her wiggle out of her bikini bottoms. She had a thick bush. It was the 70s after all. I worked by tongue down her stomach and made it to her wet horny pussy. I licked and sucked her clit. When I pushed two fingers deep into her pussy she began arching her back and screaming God’s name in vain.
Since she seemed to love her pussy being eaten, I stripped and turned her into a 69 position. Kathy was an excellent cocksucker. While I kept her in rolling orgasms she sucked and stroked my cock until I shot my wad down her throat.
Just as I finished, the front door opened and I heard a woman say, “Kathy! Oh my God!”
I wasn’t in the mood to hear a lecture, or witness a squabble between friends. So, I put on my shorts and sneaks and beat feet back to the hotel. In my haste, I forgot to grab my Pete Rose jersey. I spent the evening in my room thinking about Kathy. Of course, having her scent up my nose from all the pussy eating helped those thoughts along.
The next day was another game. In the bottom of the ninth inning, with the score tied at four, and the bases loaded, the coach summoned me off the bench to pinch hit. As I was warming up in the on deck circle, I heard a familiar voice yell, “Hey, Lefty! Smack it like Pete.”
I looked up and it was Kathy; and, she was wearing my Pete Rose jersey. I smiled her way and tipped my helmet brim. I walked up to the left handed batters box and dug into the box by grinding my metal cleats into the dirt. The first pitch came in and I guessed right. It was a fastball on the inner half. I laced a line drive into right field. A clean single runner scored the runner on third we won the game. I got mobbed at first base by my teammates.
Once the celebration was over and we shook hands with our opponents, I went looking for Kathy. She was seated next to our dugout. I walked over and she said, “That was definitely Pete Rose-like. But, if you want your jersey, you are going to need to take it off me.”
I replied, “Let me get a shower and then it’s game on! “
I think it took me all of fifteen minutes to shower and run out to Kathy’s car. I wore my gym shorts and shower shoes. Everything else I stuffed in my gym bag. No sense putting too many clothes on when you know they are coming right off.
I got into Kathy’s car and I presumed we were headed to her place. However, she pulled behind the stadium and pulled into a little nook between two storage type buildings.
She looked at me and said, “So the big pinch hitter got a game winning single. Does he have the pop in his bat to hit a home run?”
With that she pulled off my Pete Rose jersey, which was like a dress on her tiny frame. It revealed that she was not wearing anything under that shirt. My dick became bat hard immediately.
We began swapping spit and groping one another into full arousal. It wasn’t long and Kathy slid on top of me and guided my dick into her wet, hot pussy. She rode me while I sucked her nipples and squeezed her ass. It wasn’t long and Kathy was cumming hard. She was gassed. She caught her breath and asked, “You haven’t cum yet?”
I replied, “Nope. When you hit that home run you savor the moment. You don’t make it a sprint around the bases.”
With that, I opened the passenger door and pulled Kathy out. I turned her to face the seat and bent her over the seat. I then proceeded to pound her from behind until she orgasmed again. Finally, I yelled, “I'm gonna cum; where would you like it?”
Kathy replied, “In my mouth. I want to taste you again”.
I pulled out and she pivoted so that she could start sucking me. I blew my load down her throat and she kept sucking until I was flacid.
Kathy took me back to my hotel. The next day we were headed back to the largest university in PA,
