Kendra had found a new sense of freedom on her trips the previous summers attending her son's baseball games. Devoted to her son and his team, she seemed to always be playing the Baseball Mom that all the other parents went to for information about the next game or the next tournament.
She enjoyed the other parents, they were a good group, but she did get tired of being the person that everyone turned to for information. It didn't help that her husband was the coach either, but the past year things had changed between them.
She found herself in a sexless marriage, to a man who didn't give two cents about her. She tried to save the marriage but it wasn't to be saved, so Kendra did what she had to do. She moved on and started casually looking for opportunities as they presented themselves. First it was a chance meeting with a baseball dad, then during another tournament, she ventured into a threesome. That was a night she'd never forget. Today was game day and she was on the prowl.
Kendra would often scout the Dads. She would watch the ones she was attracted to and then see who they were with and fantasize about them all weekend. At times she would do almost anything to get their attention by throwing herself in front of them in a concession line or brushing up against them while waiting.
Most men smiled and politely apologized, unaware of her true intentions, others were oblivious and too engrossed in other things or themselves to pay any attention.
One day Kendra found herself following a dad to his car in the far corner of the parking lot. She almost got to his car, but chickened out at the last moment. She turned around and walked to her van.
Its windows were tinted enough that unless someone was standing directly in front of her car and looking in, they wouldn't be able to see what was going on inside. She pulled down her shorts and masturbated, imagining herself with the man she had followed.
Kendra came so hard, her van rocked as her legs shook with her orgasm. After she came down from the high of cumming, she pulled up her shorts, wiped the sweat off her face and exited the van.
She saw him still sitting in his car. She smiled to herself knowing what could've happened had he been inside with her. However, feeling satisfied for the moment, she returned to the ball diamond just in time for her son's next game.
In between innings, she went to the concession stand to get some water and the baseball dad she saw in the parking lot was just a couple of people in front of her.
"Think, Kendra," she said to herself.
There was nothing she could think of without being obvious, and that just couldn't happen. She saw he was next in line and ready to make his order, so she took a chance and rushed to the front of the line.
"Quick. I need ice!" she shouted to the woman behind the counter.
She turned to the man at the front of the line. He was taller than most. Easily six foot six, rugged appearance, yet attractive. Deep green eyes, strong chin and dark hair with just a little grey at the temple. His broad shoulders and chiseled physique couldn't be hidden underneath his T-shirt with the logo of his son's team.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to jump ahead of you, but it couldn't wait any longer."
"I don't mind," he said.
"Do you need help?" he followed up.
"No. I think a small bag of ice will do, but thanks."
She extended her right hand and introduced herself.
"I'm Kendra."
"Tom," he replied back taking her hand in his.
She couldn't help but notice how large his hands were. Compared to her husband's small pudgy hands, Tom's were huge. She also noticed something else. No wedding band which meant no obstacles, at least on his end.
"Here Ma'am," said the girl patiently waiting to hand her a small bag of ice.
"Oh. Thank you."
Kendra took the ice and smiled at Tom as seductively as possible before turning away. She could feel his eyes on her as she slowly walked away. She also heard the the girl behind the counter ask Tom if she could help him two times which meant he was looking at Kendra. She smiled at that thought too.
It wasn't long before she heard him shout her name.
"Kendra!"
She stopped and turned slowly, watching him approach. His steely stare penetrating her. The thought of something else of his penetrating her quickly flashed in her mind as well.
"Yes Tom?"
"You don't need the ice do you?" he asked more matter of factly than accusingly.
"No. No I didn't. I saw you from behind, liked what I saw and wanted to get a closer look," she said bluntly.
"And?"
"And that was it," she replied.
"Would you be interested in meeting up tonight?"
