Leslie looked out on the grass-covered fields and smiled. It was a warm spring day, and the breeze coming of the soccer fields felt good... even for a soccer mom who sometimes found it hard to concentrate on the kids' activities on the field... and had her attention drawn to the sidelines.
As the breeze blew through the flowy summer dress she chose for this warmer-than-normal day, her own temperature rose looking at the soccer dads who lined the pitch. They were all shapes and sizes - some a little thick but with strong shoulders and arms, others looking like they were ready for some action on the field (and maybe OFF the field, Leslie hoped) with trim bodies and firm asses.
Between the usuals she saw - and sometimes fantasized about - one new one stood out for Leslie. Clean-shaven and sporting a salt-and-pepper short-cropped haircut on top, Leslie thought he was different than so many of the other "dads" out there: maybe a little older (50? She thought) but with a trim waist and a hot ass that she could imagine would drive his hips against her for a ride she wouldn't forget. She had to me.et him.
"Hi, I'm Leslie!" she said as she smiled and offered an outstreched hand to this silver fox.
"Fred," he replied as smiled a warm, heart-melting smile Leslie hoped to see more.
Leslie could feel a growing wetness as she looked into his dark eyes. If she had been wearing panties, she knew that they would soon be soaked. The breeze blew easily through the light fabric of her dress - almost flying up and exposing her. Too bad it didn't, she thought to herself. She imagined if it had, Fred dropping down and latching onto her wet pussy with his mouth... his tongue dancing expertly on her swollen lips, darting in and out of her, licking vigorously on her throbbing clit. Her nipples grew hard against and started to poke at the clingy material. The scene played out in Leslie's mind, and she found herself shaking hands with this handsome stranger a little longer than she had intended.
"So which one is yours?" she asked, finally composing herself enough to speak and breaking off contact with his dreamy brown eyes.
"Oh, none are mine directly," he laughed a little. "But I'm an uncle to those two over that way."
Leslie smiled and pretended to look at the ones he pointed to, nodding a false acknowledgment. She was having trouble concentrating. She kept imagining how it would be if Fred swept her up in his arms, kissed her deeply, passionately... and then bent her over and fucked her right on the side of the soccer field... how she would moan and scream in delight, her massive tits spilling out of the dress while Fred pounded her pussy from behind. How the other parents would watch in amazement - maybe even a couple would want to join in - while the kids stopped in their tracks to see nature unfold before them.
But instead of this erotic scene taking place right there on the grass, Leslie and Fred made small talk. She found out he was a writer, but he was a little vague about the nature of what he wrote. Adult fiction? She wasn't sure what that meant exactly. But she kept chatting and finding out more about this man with the silver hair but mid-30s look. After a few minutes (really just a few seconds after meeting him) Leslie knew she wanted to get to know this guy better... in a definitely adult way. But she needed to make an escape from the soccer games that would last for hours more. Excusing herself, she went over to her husband just a few yards away.
"Can you watch the kids for the rest of the day?" she asked. "I've got some things I'd like to... do."
Leslie's husband smiled and agreed, also agreeing to her request that he take the kiddos out for supper after. He hadn't seen her talking to the man just a short way down the pitch and assumed she just needed a break. She had to do most of the soccer parent chores, so he was glad to pick up the slack so she could get away this time. Leslie kissed him on the cheek and headed back down the sideline... her husband's attention turned back to the progeny running around on the field.
Leslie walked off careful not to arouse suspicion about what she was planning to do with Fred. Oh, she and her husband had an arrangement that let her be with other guys; sometimes he would even join in. But there was something about Fred that made her want him to be her little secret this time. A fuck that only she (and Fred) would know about. Leslie asked Fred to join her to grab a cold water from the concession stand some distance from the field, closer to the parking lot where he pointed out his truck was.
He bought them two bottles of water and handed one to Leslie. Leslie pressed the cold contained to her neck... and then to the exposed part of her chest from her undoing an extra button on the dress.
"Oh, that feels so good!" she slightly moaned, knowing it would catch his attention. She closed her eyes and imagined Fred's eyes on her and the condensation ran off the bottle and between her breasts. Opening her eyes to see Fred indeed looking at her. "It's just so hot today, don't you think?"
Fred nodded wordlessly, a slight smile on his face. When he started to move back to the fields, Leslie protested.
"Do you have to stay?" she asked. "I'm so hot and need to get out of this sun. My husband said he can watch our kids, and I'd really like to get out of here. Could you give me a lift home?"
