Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to SelenaKittyn for her editing to make this a better story.
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The evening was young yet. I had just finished a nice leisurely dinner at a new restaurant and it was only a little after six o'clock. I knew there would be nothing good on TV that evening – nothing but summer reruns and dull MLB games. I was driving toward home slowly, trying to think of some interesting way to pass the time.
Suddenly it appeared off to my left as I topped a freeway overpass. There, in a big copse of trees, was nestled an amateur baseball complex. There were four of them all together. Probably most of the diamonds we set up for Little League and it looked like one was bigger, for whatever the next age group of boys was.
On impulse I pulled into the park. I hadn't ever been inside it yet but there's always a first time for everything. I was sure the entertainment would be free and, remembering the days when my own son played Little League, I figured it would be a good way to pass two or three hours.
I surveyed the fields and decided against the older boys – they tended to be altogether too serious. I picked one of the fields with younger boys and pulled into the first open parking space.
As I walked toward the field, I noticed the game had already started, though I would guess it was not very far along. All of the boys wore white uniform pants but one team wore red shirts and caps while the other team wore black. I walked over to the third base side, behind the black team. There was a smattering of parents on the red team's side but none on the one I approached.
The black team was batting, so I stopped several feet from any of the players and stood watching the red pitcher throw ball after ball. Some of the black players swung at a few without making contact.
I wasn't even aware of the woman until I heard her call, "Hey, Jason! What's the score?"
One of the black-clad boys turned and said, "They're seven. We just started to bat."
Okay, so bottom of the first, 7-0. I twisted a little to my right to see the woman who was standing beside me. "You're son?" I asked.
"Yeah. He plays second base and pitches. Which one is yours?"
"Oh, I don't have one. Mine is already way past his playing years. I was just passing and thought I'd watch some."
She wasn't a particularly attractive woman but neither was she ugly. She was a little overweight but it was well distributed. When she took a couple of steps forward to shout encouragement to the batter, I got a good look at her backside, and my libido took over from there. She was broad of beam, very well rounded and filled out her jeans as if they were a second skin. The sight made the palms of my hands itch.
When she turned back to resume her place beside me, I got a better look at her front. I was not disappointed by it either. Although she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt that looked more like a man's shirt than a woman's, she had twin bulges on her chest that generously pushed the shirt out on top. My interest was definitely piqued.
Resuming her stance beside me, she leaned close enough that our arms brushed. She said, in a hushed voice, "Yeah, well, it can be entertaining but sometimes it can get boring. The last time we played this team, the score was something like 23 to 19. That got dull and this one may be the same."
Conspiratorially, I leaned toward her, making our contact more pronounced. "Hm, well, maybe we'll have to make our own entertainment."
She laughed. "Well, maybe we will."
