As usual, strictly fictitious stuff, intended for grownups. If that's not you, please go out and play. If it is, I appreciate feedback.
Is it cruel to let him do this when I'm not going to let him fuck me?
Oh, come on. We're at a football game, in the middle of 60,000 people. Surely he doesn't think he's going to fuck me.
But then, he is a guy; maybe he does. Maybe I'm leading him on.
Wait a minute. How am I leading him on? Did I ask him to press himself up against my ass? I did not. I didn't stop him, but I didn't start it. I suppose I should have stopped him, but…well, it does feel nice. And kind of naughty. And everyone likes to feel desirable. There, I've rationalized it to myself.
I wish I could remember who was sitting behind me! Some guys, some girls, I remember that, but which one was right behind me? I remember there was one really cute guy, maybe it's him. I guess it doesn't matter; with everyone standing to cheer, people have moved around anyway. They're just bleachers, after all, not really seats. At least for once in my life I'm glad I'm short enough that I have to stand on the bleacher seat to see. It makes the fit with him nice, whoever he is. Brings my ass up to where it cups right in to his crotch. I love that spooned-together feeling.
I guess I should have stopped him when he put his hands on my hips. But they feel so good – strong, and holding me against him, but gentle at the same time. It is a guy, isn't it? Oh -- it certainly is. I guess clichés have to start somewhere; it really does feel like there's a flashlight in his pocket. It's kind of exciting to think that I do that to him.
Heck, this is harmless. Not much more than flirting, really.
Where's he going? Don't back away! Wait, he's doing something between us. Did he just pull down his zipper? He did. There's nothing between his dick and me but my skirt. There, his hands are back on my hips. Funny how that feels comfortable. Yes, that's it, press it back against me. Mmm, it feels so nice like that. It nestles right into my butt crack. I wish I could reach back and touch it.
Thank goodness it's such a close game. There's no chance anyone's sitting back down before the end. Sixty thousand people screaming their heads off and I barely hear them.