Adam waited a few seconds. Then calmly followed her to the bathroom. One woman looked up from her tablet and gave him the stink face as if she knew.
He just gave her a thumbs up and continued on his way.
Jennifer waited in the airplane bathroom, nervously pacing in the close quarters and fearing the worse. What if they were caught? What if the story went viral and she was embarrassed in front of the world?
But how could she say no to him? Everything in her screamed yes. That Adam could take from her anything he wanted. Even if it felt wrong. Even if she resisted the idea on every intellectual level. He wasn’t just a man…he was the legend. And maybe the first man in a long time that actually made her feeling something.
Just as she heard Adam at the door of the bathroom, she almost changed her mind. She pushed her hands against the door, trapping him outside…which he responded to by shoving the door opened and pushing her aside.
“Wait.”
“Tell me you don’t want me,” he said, staring into her eyes and leaving her breathless.
“I want you…”
He kissed her, just the same way as he did the first, with wanton lips and curiosity. With moist and warm lips and that smelled minty fresh and that felt so perfectly shaped. He put his hands through her hair and kissed her for a long moment, eventually lunging them both into the wall.
Jennifer panted, already tasting the thrill of lust on his lips. “But I don’t think he should…”
He put his hands on her face as he necked her, tasting her skin with fervor. She inhaled his scent and shuddered, feeling every kiss boil as he rose from her neck to her chin.
“I want you, Jennifer.”
“You want everything…”
“I want what wants me. You want me. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it.”
He unbuttoned Jennifer’s shirt slowly, looking her in the eyes until she sighed and shut them in resistance. She was getting too hot and lusty for her own good. She was a screamer and an impulsive lay. A bad combination for a baseball player that didn’t know when to stop.
He opened her shirt and admired her bosom, bouncy and just a little cold, with her nipples peeking out of the top of the pink lace bra. She remembered the tinge of forbidden excitement she felt when she flashed him. The energy, the snap and pop of the first kiss that took her rational mind away.
And now here he was, leaning down and putting his hot lips all over her chest, trickling down to her bosom. He kissed and licked her cleavage, going back and forth between her breasts, then to her midsection and belly.
“Uhnnn…” she sighed, a bit frustrated that she couldn’t be rational and say no. It was dangerous. It was reckless. But as soon as he kissed her right nipple she quivered and gave up all hope of coming to her senses. This didn’t even feel like reality. Like a dream, an erotic dream where she was someone else. She fed him her other nipple and moaned as he sucked on it, getting it hard and ready.
“Yeah…oh yeah…”
He kissed her again and squeezed her nipples, giving her a soul-shaking jolt. She moaned and threw her hands up, which he slammed flat onto the wall with his own. He continued nipping her breasts, all the way down to her belly and then to her lower abdomen. He put his hands inside her dress and pulled upward, finding her pink panties, which were wet and scented by now.
“Huhhh…what are you doing…”
“What you want me to do. Don’t you?”
“Oh God…” she moaned, watching his hand closely as he unzipped himself and pulled out his rigid cock. The same one she touched. The same one she felt grow in her hands.
“I don’t want to get caught…” she said, shutting her eyes in shame as he pushed her head down, eager for her to suck him off.
She felt chills of erotic energy as she did just what he told her, a slave to his desires. A groupie, a fan, enamored by her hero. She cock worshiped him like a real fan, sucking the head slow at first, then gradually faster, then simultaneously licking his prick hole with her wet tongue.
“Mmmmm…yeah. Get it hard for me, baby.”
“Say my name. I love to hear you say it.”
“Jennifer…”
“Adam…”
“This is what I’ve been waiting for.”
“Hmmm, since when?”
“Not since I first saw you,” he said with a smile. “When you first showed me that you’re real.”
“Hummmm…” she mumbled as she took more of his cock into her mouth. He tasted the way he looked. Rugged. Slow-cooked. Musky but woody and with a distinct smell that recalled the old cabins. She strokes his cock with her hand as she sucked more of him in.
“This is living, Jen. Taking life one day at a time. Never reaching beyond the moment. This is the only place I want to be. With you…your beautiful face…”
He looked down at her and swooned at how lovely her eyes looked. He guided her back up to meet him and sent his hands all over her body. “I love touching you.”
“Uh huh…” she replied in a throaty voice, watching his hands caress her every curve.
“This is what I want. You. I want all of you.”
He lifted her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down. He rubbed her lower abdomen, that patch of sensitive skin right before her pubic region. His lips connected and kissed a trail down to her thighs and outer labia.
“Ohhh…ohhh…” she moaned in anticipation, as he took his cock in hand and brought it to meet her wet lips.
He stared at her, hot and fixated, as he stroked his cock right in front of her. Prepping himself for a deep and intense fuck, letting her know that he was enamored of her. In awe of her body, her real body, so nice and curvy, so much warmer than what he had ever known before.
He lifted her leg up and found her hole, making sure it was moist, and making sure he got a good long look at her trimmed pussy. They both watched in panting heat as he stuck his cock inside her, pushing it into that wetness and stalling two inches inside.
“Ohhh God that feels good.”
“Yeah?”
“Unnhhhh…you’re so big…”
“Take it deeper. Be a good girl.”
“Ohhh!” she groaned, as he hiked up her other leg and suspended her in air, leaning back against the wall. He sent his cock in deeper, another inch, and slowed down just to hear her escalating moan.
“Gaaahh! Oh yeah…give it to me.”
“You like that?”
“Oh yes, Adam,” she said looking into his hypnotic eyes and exhaling on his chest—still suited up. She knew they didn’t have the time to strip each other down. But she craved his chest. His body. More of his scent. She unbuttoned his shirt just so she could lick his chest and taste him as he continued inserting more of his length.
She unbuttoned another button and then folded the shirt down exposing his broad chest and patch of hair. She put her arms around him and pulled him in closer, letting their chests touch and skin meet each other. Their body heat warmed them together.
“Jennifer…” he groaned. “Jennifer…”
“Yes…makes me so hot…say it again.”
“Jennifer,” he said with force as he took his cock back out and then thrust it back hard inside.
“Yeah! Fuck me…”
He shoved himself back and forth, in and out, ramming into her pussy full force. His girth and length really was the talk of the locker room and she squealed with joy and just a hint of pain as he fucked her with all his might.
“Yes! Fuck me!”
“Ohhhh, you’re so wet, Jennifer.”
“Aaahhhh!” she screamed loudly, red-faced and a little concerned she was making a scene. “We’re so going to get caught.”
“So what? This is how I want them to remember me.”
Jennifer laughed. “Mile High Club, that’s how you want to be remembered.”
With a beautiful lady. On top of the world.”
“That sounds nice…” she said with a smile. She shut her eyes again and let him poun
d her good, loving the feeling of his balls hitting her lower but cheeks. Loving the feeling of sweat and lube dripping down to her hiked skirt.
This was the old timey fuck and run—the type most young guys couldn’t even do anymore, since they were so keen on hour long bedroom sex. This was a standing quickie only an athlete could manage. And the fact that he was making her lose breath, quiver and inch closer to orgasm in just these intense moments was all to Adam’s credit.
He felt her body quaking and his own cock becoming tight and stretched. He was going full force in a losing battle. The only question was, could he make her come first?
“Better hurry up,” he said, fucking her hard and fast and grabbing her by the hair.
“Auuugghh! What are we doing, Adam? No condom. No anything.”
“Guess I better pull out then. That’s going to be messy, isn’t it?”
“Too messy…” I got to walk back to my seat!
He lunged harder into the wall and deeper into her shaking pussy. She trembled and contracted, ready to fall into full orgasm. But if she rocked too hard, she sensed she might make him come too, which would definitely increase the risk. It was time to pull out.
She pushed him away, but the feeling of his dick withdrawing from her wetness was just as intense. They stared at each other in unfulfilled lust.
He turned her around and fucked her doggy style, leaning her down on the closed toilet seat and pounding harder. He pulled up the skirt and put his hands all over her bare ass, slapping her cheeks as he continued the hard, primal caveman like fucking. He could barely control myself. He had to come and come hard…but the question was where.
“Aahhhh,” he grunted, grabbing her shoulders as he slowed down his thrusting. “I’m going to come…”
“Come in my mouth.”
“Oohhh! Oh shit!” He looked down at her shaking back and ass and felt a pang of passion build, almost too intense to resist.
“Wait, don’t!”
“Ohhh Jennifer!” Adam screamed, burying his face in her shoulders and grabbing her breasts from behind, squeezing her nipples.
He exhaled hard and wet into her back skin as he chanted her name in surrender. He began losing all control of his lower extremities, and was in far too deep to pull out now. He pounded away with every last breath he had in him. He knew it was spent. He couldn’t hold back the fountain of cum that was ballooning up in his balls and ready to unload.
Groaning and panting with all that was left of his control, he reached over and grabbed Jennifer’s clit from behind, rubbing it intensely to match the speed of his own thrusting cock.
“Ohhh Jesus!” Jennifer screamed, shaking her ass all over his pubic hair and balls and not giving him any more choice except to come with all his might. She ogasming herself at the feeling of his spunk exploding inside of her. Her pussy and ass vibrated against his pelvis and crashed onto his cock, dousing him with wetness and forcing him to unleash more unwanted sperm into her deepest regions.
“Fuck, Adam…I’m coming too!”
“Fuck!” he said, pounding the wall behind her as he dropped his load and tried in vain to hold back. Too little too late and his head relaxed on her neck.
“Ohhhh God!” she screamed, going dizzy as she felt more tremors of his cock going in and thrusting, not to mention more cum spouting on. Just when she thought he was done, she got doused again. She opened her mouth and shut her eyes, letting the feeling of a man shooting inside of her to linger and soak.
“Holy shit…” she said, with her voice cracking. “I’m glad I didn’t swallow that.”
“Do you trust me?” he said, recovering in voice as he pulled out and zipped up.
“What do you think?”
“Good. I trust you too.” He sighed loudly and began buttoning his shirt back up.
It took Jennifer another minute to recover. She took several deep breaths and let the afterglow sink in. She pushed her bra back into place and buttoned up her shirt. She fluffed down her skirt.
Just as she went for her panties, Adam snatched them up and sniffed them, opting instead to put them in his pocket.
“Thief.”
“I worship you. I need your presence with me always.”
She smirked back at him, finishing up her dressing and putting her fingers through her hair. “And what do I have to remember you by?”
“You’re going to have so much fun raising my kid.”
“What?!”
Adam laughed. “Kidding. Had a vasectomy.”
“God damn…” Jennifer said, having a small panic attack right after a monstrous orgasm. “You’re just too much to take, Adam.”
“Guess I’ll go out first. See if I see any nasty stares coming back.”
Adam went first and exited the bathroom. Jennifer took a few long minutes, hoping the memory of Adam wouldn’t be fresh in the minds of other passengers.
She went out quickly. As she walked past the other passengers, she noticed no one in particular looking her way. She even saw the stewardess approaching but no one gave her any nasty looks.
She sat down next to Adam and lay her head on his shoulder.
“Damn. I really don’t have much of a story, do I?” she said, giggling softly. “I’m guessing I better not just send an erotica tale to the editor instead of a story. Though that would sell a lot of copies.”
“The night is still young. Let’s go to the hotel. Relax. Then I’ll tell you everything. Maybe I’ll even talk a little bit about baseball.”
“I think I understand everything about baseball. You live it. You breathe it. The game is in everything you do.”
“Did I hit a home run?”
“I think you know you did,” Jennifer said with a nuzzle to his face.
“The truth is…I like you. You’re one of the very few people I’ve ever met that really talked to me like a real person. Not like the person they all think I am.”
“Glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“But…did you enjoy yourself?”
“You know I did.”
“I mean, do you think you want to try being more than just an interviewer?”
“Ohhh,” Jennifer said with a shy smile. “That depends. Is that how all your interviews begin?”
“Well, no…not like that.”
They both laughed heartily and held each other’s hand, making small talk on the way to the vacation suite. It was unpredictable. It was a little dangerous. And it was all crazy irrational. But that’s the way Adam lived life and that’s just the way Jennifer preferred to live it. It was a home run all the way, and to Adam, this woman felt a lot more like home.
THE END
Quarterback Sneak
The whole local CBM Station Channel 11 knew that she was stressed, and frustrated, and downright vengeful about her new assignment covering College Football at the Hempley Stadium in Fairtown, Pennsylvania. To say that she was career-minded, ambitious and not exactly a people person would be an understatement. The news editor often joked that she was Small Town Oprah. That is to say she was camera-friendly and a beautiful African American woman, but too overeager to be a star. She was the type of woman that would exploited everyone and everything possible for a good controversy.
Dana famously embarrassed herself at the last MBA baseball event at the stadium, asking about touchdowns and proving her ignorance as to everything sports. She came back with a vengeance sure enough, learning everything she could about the game, because she was tired of hearing her colleagues laugh at her. But to the average CBM Viewer, all she was a hot black twenty-year old who asked people questions and hardly had an interesting news story to her name.
Dana entered the stadium, showing her backstage pass to Ed Anders, the general manager of the stadium, and then Assistant Coach Carl Burbank. He was the go-to-guy when it came to dealing the media. The moment Burbank saw her, dressed in her sophisticated orange pencil dress, and sporting a big frown, he knew it was going to be trouble. She walked with him down th
e hallway, an hours after the big game.
Burbank overcompensated immediately, stating that press members are banned from doing interviews in the locker room. Dana could care less and preferred to just stay on the sidelines, in the offices, and on the field…
Until she came up with a bright idea, something that actually made this story interesting.
“Wait a minute. Why are women not allowed into the locker room area?” Dana asked innocently.
“Because. It’s not safe.”
“It’s not safe? Why? Are you saying that young football players are all rapists and that they can’t be trusted?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying…” Burbank said in annoyance.
“Then what?”
“Look, it’s just a matter of common sense, okay? I don’t send guys into the female locker room after games or before games when they play. And it’s pretty fuck…I mean, pretty damn obvious why. Men are perverted scum. You send a guy with inappropriate thoughts on his mind into a girls’ locker room and he’s going to go crazy. Imagine the poor boy trying to stay objective with Anna Kournikova coming out of the shower butt naked. Yeah right. Like that’s going to be a professional interview. All hell is gonna break loose, I tell you that.”
“Well, with all due respect sir, you make it sound like members of the press don’t know how to do their jobs. I for one can vouch for the fact that women have just as high a libido as men. But that doesn’t mean I am incapable of going into a locker room and getting an interview with a player, without causing a scandal.”
“Women don’t belong in male locker rooms!”
Dana looked frustrated for a long moment. Until another angle came to her. “Wait a minute. I think I know what’s happening here. Are you telling me that the rumors are true? About all the promiscuity that goes on in the locker room? That all the stories of big football players having sex with groupies is true?”
“No, I definitely am not saying that, ma’am.”
“Well, how would you know?”
“I know everything that goes on in there.”
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