The Sports Event
Chris is involved in sports. He used to be an athlete, but his playing days are now behind him. Outside of his full-time job, he works part-time as a coach and event organizer. He often serves as an official, too. While Bettie enjoys participating in his sport, she often finds herself unable to participate due to the time constraints of her family and career.
Bettie was able to join him one evening at an event where he was officiating. He picked her up on his way to the arena. It was a 40 minute drive outside of the city limits. As he drove, Bettie's hands wandered around his lap, her fingers finding their way into the pocket of his sweatpants. She reached in deep and fished around, locating his sensitive balls. She gently took hold and began fondling them as he drove.
Fighting the urge to reciprocate, Chris forced himself to keep his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road. Bettie's teasing made this difficult, as her hand wormed its way up the length of his hard shaft. "You're being mean!" he hissed through gritted teeth.
"You're one to talk!" she countered.
Chris could only grin, knowing full well that he takes advantage of her heightened sex drive at every opportunity... He often takes risks to run his fingers across her chest, teasing her nipples, while in public. A seemingly innocent hug would often become an opportunity to breathe heavily in her ear or run his tongue along her long neck. Perhaps he'd run his fingernails across her knee, sending shivers up her spine. Though Chris and Bettie had only become intimate with one another over the last few weeks, he had quickly familiarized himself with many of her erogenous zones.
Upon arriving at the arena, Chris went inside to check in while Bettie waited in the car. Chris discovered that he was to be a referee for the evening's event, and was provided with the appropriate access passes for him and his date. After confirming the schedule for the night, Chris returned to the parking lot to give Bettie her pass.
Bettie had moved to the driver's seat of the car and was reading a magazine. Chris opened the driver's side door, leaned in, and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "You're doing the referee!" he joked.
Bettie smiled at his lame joke. "You're such a dork!" she said. Chris grinned. They often teased each other regarding their tendency towards nerdiness. Bettie's now familiar, mischievous grin slowly crept across her face as she quickly surveyed the surroundings... She looked up into his eyes as her hand slowly reached up his leg to cup his balls.
"Oh, shiiiiiiiiiiit!" he hissed, as he glanced nervously about. He pressed his body forward against the car, attempting to conceal the action as he felt Bettie's hands grasp the elastic of his waistband and ease them down, exposing his cock. With the same evil grin, Bettie glanced around the parking lot to confirm no one was in eyesight. She then looked Chris directly in the eye as her soft lips gently closed around the head of his cock.
Chris' breathing became ragged as her head bobbed along the length of his shaft. His hands reached down to run his fingers through her long hair as her tongue danced across his organ. She took her mouth off his penis and lifted it to gain access to his scrotum, and gently begin sucking his balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them.
Chris' knees began to weaken, as she lifted his waistband back into place, patted his still-erect cock through his sweatpants, and said, "See you inside shortly."
Chris grimaced as he returned to the arena with his erection plainly visible for all to see.
The rest of the evening was a whirl of activity. The sports event was action packed, the crowd was huge, and live music was being played. These sporting events are kind of like a "homecoming" celebration for Chris. Each event gives him the chance to meet up with old friends he has made over the years as a competitor, coach, and official. Handshakes, hugs, and chestbumps seemingly occurred every few minutes as he ran into yet another old associate.
During intermission, Chris found Bettie and came to hang out for a few minutes. As he came to hug her, she noticed a long blonde hair on his shoulder, undoubtedly left by one of the many friends he had hugged throughout the evening. She lifted it from his shoulder, and playfully gave him a reproachful look before they both broke down into giggles.
"Sit!" she commanded, indicating the floor in front of her seat. Never one to disobey a direct order from his Mistress, Chris promptly took a seat as Bettie took her own seat behind him. Chris winced in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Bettie's strong fingers suddenly dug deep into his shoulders, giving him an expert deep-tissue massage. For such a tiny girl (barely 5' tall and 110 lbs soaking wet), she has incredibly powerful fingers, and she was penetrating thick layers of muscle with relative ease. The groans emanating from his lips and the expression on his face became a source of amusement for those around them, evoking claps and laughter with each grimace and cry of pain. Too soon, intermission ended and Chris returned to refereeing the event.
