Hockey parents are a special breed - especially the parents on travel hockey teams. They are willing to make insane sacrifices to support their children in the sport, such as by spending thousands of dollars a year on ice fees, tournament fees, expensive equipment that needs to be replaced on an annual basis due to growth spurts, gas, hotels, and meals on the road. Not to mention the sacrifices on their time, often waking up at 5am on the weekends to travel up to 3 hours in blizzard-like conditions just so their kids can play hockey for an hour and fifteen minutes, before turning around to drive another 3 hours back home.
So it should come as no surprise that people willing to make some crazy sacrifices for their kids are also prone to wild behavior themselves - whether that means fighting with other parents, cheering on their kids when they've just checked another kid into the boards, hurling obscenities and insults at referees, parents, and children, or partying a little too hard back at the hotel on tournament weekends. Hotels can't afford to turn these large groups away, but they are also familiar with the reputation that hockey teams have for letting the children run wild while the parents stay up until the wee hours of the morning partying and drinking heavily in the hallways.
This year's Squirt hockey tournament in Connecticut was no different. After a particularly frustrating loss, the families headed back to the hotel where the kids could eat pizza, go swimming, play knee hockey, and play video games, while the parents could drown their sorrows in Labatt Blue Light and various cocktails.
The parents on the team were a friendly group that got along well and often exchanged teasing, flirty banter. It was all innocent, of course, but it kept them bonded and all the joking helped to relieve the stress that travel hockey often puts on families. It also guaranteed that at the end of a tournament weekend, the parents would be going home with at least a few good stories that would live on in their memories for years to come.
As the children headed off to bed that night, about a dozen parents stayed in the hallway to party. The usual crazy antics happened - a drunken Karla absentmindedly began to fellate her beer bottle while every Dad in the hallway found himself with a hard-on, lusting after her. Matt pretended to wrestle Krista so he could "innocently" cop a feel of her tits without her realizing his real motive or noticing where he hands were.
And then there was Kipp and Darla, who were on the quieter side but enjoyed watching and laughing at all the antics. They were both married to other people - Kipp's wife always traveled to tournaments with him, but Darla's husband was rarely able to join her on these trips due to his work schedule. Kipp and Darla happened to be sitting side-by-side that night in the hallway, close enough to feel each other's body heat, and there was something in the combination of close proximity, their body heat, and all the alcohol that caused a spark.
Every so often their gazes would meet and linger just a little bit too long. And when their gazes would meet, a devilish smirk would usually flash across one of their faces before they averted their eyes back to the hallway conversations. The sexual tension in the air was palpable - even without a spoken word or a touch, they each knew that the other was having similar naughty thoughts for the other.
As the night wore on, parents were slowly leaving the party to retire to their rooms for the night. Finally at 2am, hotel security had given them their last warning to go into their rooms or they'd be kicked out of the hotel, so the last 5 hallway hockey parents decided to turn in for the night.
The layout of this hotel was strange - every room had an inner door that connected it to the next room. Normally these doors were kept locked unless a family had requested two adjoining rooms, but since the kids had all been playing together and running from room to room earlier in the evening, most of the adjoining doors had been unlocked and opened during the day. Kipp and his family happened to be in the room adjacent to the one where Darla was staying with her son, and while both families had closed the adjoining door when the kids were put to bed, in their tipsiness they had forgotten to lock either door.
Darla was so turned on from the surprising sexual tension that had developed between her and Kipp that night, that she decided to take a hot shower before getting ready for bed. The water felt wonderful running down her body, and she caressed her tits with one soapy hand while fondling herself with the other. There's no way I'll be able to get to sleep without some relief, she thought to herself. She squeezed her pussy lips, slid her fingers inside her slippery folds, and rubbed her swollen clit while fantasizing about Kipp. Her nipples had hardened to gorgeous brown marbles on her enormous breasts, and she could feel her muscles tensing as her orgasm began building. It never took her long to cum when she'd been drinking, and tonight was no exception - especially with all the dirty thoughts of Kipp that had been running through her head all night. In just minutes she brought herself over the edge in wave after wave of delicious orgasm.
