Grand Slam!!!!!

I am in my room getting ready for the game.  My boyfriend, Jack and I are avid baseball fans.  The Red Sox are indeed our favorite team.  The game is actually what drew us together.  We met in a sports bar, and he broke up an argument between me and a Yankees fan.  We have been together ever since.  During baseball season, we take the time to see every game whether it is in person or via television at the bar or at home.  He was accepting of the fact that I was a tomboy at heart, and I accepted the fact that he was a bit of a nerd at heart.  Their hectic schedules sometimes made it hard for them to see each other which made their game nights even more important to their relationship.

           

 Jack is an attorney that deals mostly with contractual law.  I work for a pharmaceutical company in the research and development department.  I actually had gotten my degree in biomedical engineering.  That combined with my research experience made me a perfect candidate to work in the labs within the company.  With that said, the opportunity to simply hang out with my boyfriend does not come often so we have to take every chance we can get.  I button up my baseball shirt.  I am planning on surprising Jack a little bit today.  This is not going to be the typical game. 

          

 I walk into the living room just as Jack is setting the table.  We usually have our typical hot dogs, chips, and beer.  When I walk in, Jack’s eyes widen at my outfit for the day.  My shirt is not completely buttoned.  The top of my red lace bra is showing.  I am not wearing any shorts, so when I move to sit down, my shirt slides up revealing my matching lace boy shorts. 

           

 “Babe, what’s with the get-up?”

  

 I shrug and twist the top off of my first beer.  “I just felt like dressing a little different today.  Do you like it?”

            

 Jack shifts in his seat and nods.  “Of course, I do.”

             

I turn and press myself against his side.  He slides his hand down my back and cups my ass through the shirt.  I then press my lips to his.  He opens his mouth and slowly slides his tongue across the seam of my lips.  I open my mouth and their tongues meet.  I break the kiss as soon as I hear the announcer on the television.  I push him back and reach for my beer.  I sip at it as they watch the National Anthem and the line-up.  I feel fingers sliding across my chest.  I stop his hand and place it on the back of the couch.  I basically pretend to ignore his advances while the game is on.  I feel his frustration as the game progresses.  I can tell that he isn’t really as concerned with what the Red Sox are doing either way.  Luckily, we normally record the games, so we can always catch the game at another time. 

             

I smile once they break for a commercial.  I turn and push him back against the couch.  He looks up at me and pulls me down for another scorching kiss.  I start undoing his pants and pull out his hard throbbing cock.  He tries to pull me more onto his lap, but I push his hands away and move to take him into my mouth.  I slide my tongue and lips up and down on him.  I feel his move under me.  His hands slowly slide my panties down.  I spread my legs giving him access.  He slides his fingers over my wet lips and teases me to distraction.  We both move at the same time.  I straddle him, and he pulls me down forcefully on his throbbing member. 

            

 “Oh my god,” I moan and start moving on him.  His fingers dig into my hips, and he starts thrusting deep inside of me.  He rips open my shirt and buries his face in my breasts.  I rock back and forth on him while he thrusts deep inside of me.  I tilt my head back as an orgasm hits me hard and fast.  He holds me tightly to him and keeps thrusting.  My hands grip the back of the couch.  I soon recover and begin swirling my hips around in circles as we thrust. 

 
“Damn, baby,” he growls in my ear. 

I cup his face and pull him in for another kiss as we both reach orgasm at the same time.  We hold onto each other tightly as we come down.  After a few minutes, we shift until his front is pressed against my back, and we are spooning on the couch. 

   

 “I think we have missed most of the game,” he whispers in my ear.

I giggle.  “Sorry about that.  I guess we can watch the recording later.”

            

 He kisses my cheek.  “Yeah, we can do that.  In the meantime, I can’t wait for the next commercial.”  He says as he moves until I am on my back with him on top of me.