Hello, Ladies. If you live in the San Jose, CA area and you want me to do the same things with you, as the narrator did with Emily, whether you are a virgin or not, see my profile and contact me. The opinions expressed by the narrator are mine.
Emily is a 19 year old freshman at the local university, and a young woman of principles. When she was very young, she resolved that she would not be cheap and would save her virginity until the right man came around. So far she has succeeded, but it hasn't been easy. Emily is a mix of various ethnicities, including mostly Hispanic, and is very beautiful, with warm brown eyes, a clear light brown complexion and soft dark brown hair to her shoulders. She is 5 and a half feet tall with a sexy, voluptuous figure.
Young men who know her fantasize about her womanly curves while they masturbate but before they do that, they try to experience those womanly curves. Emily has always had plenty of boyfriends and they have always pressured her for sex but so far they have all struck out and her cherry is intact.
That also hasn't been easy because Emily has a strong sex drive herself, and even gets wet reading romance novels. She relieves herself by playing with her clit and her nipples which are all very sensitive, considering that, until recently, she had no real sexual experience. This is also what she has done after being dropped off by a frustrated boyfriend. Masturbation is a poor substitute for actual sexual activity but Emily made do with it.
About a month ago, she and Jen, her close friend, went to a porno movie.
There Emily saw women having their pussies eaten by men. This fascinated her and she saw this as being much better than masturbation but she didn't know what to do about it. Her boyfriend might be willing to do it but his finger could tear her hymen just as well as his cock and he would certainly want to go a lot further. She discussed the situation with a counselor at her college and, fortunately for Emily and for me, the counselor was one of my former lady friends, and she saw me as the solution. The counselor knew that I could safely eat Emily's pussy better than anyone, give her the complete experience, and ask for nothing more. They contacted me and I was agreeable, even within the limitations. Emily had long had a fantasy of meeting a stranger and having sex with him at a sporting event, and that would be the way we would do it.
It was on a Friday night that we went to the local ball park to watch the minor league team that plays there. This was an important game and if the locals won, they would be in first place and would clinch a spot in the playoffs. I bought two grandstand tickets, gave her one and told her that I would go in and she should follow in about ten minutes. When she came in she asked me if the seat next to me was taken and we otherwise acted as if we were strangers.
Emily had worn shorts and a light jacket to the ball park on this warm night and now she took off her jacket. Underneath it she was wearing just a tight-fitting t-shirt, and she was not wearing a bra. She turned to ask me a question but I didn't hear because I was looking at her succulent breasts and her dark nipples, which were clearly visible through the skimpy fabric.
Then she partly stood up and pretended to stumble and pressed those gorgeous titties against my bare arm. The other men around us were trying, without success, to avoid looking at Emily's gorgeous body and I could imagine them thinking what a lucky dog I was.
I went along with the plan, and later I pointed out something at home plate, with my arm pressed against her breasts. Emily leaned forward to get a better look, which gave me a much better feel of her nipples. When she asked me a question, she looked at me with her beautiful eyes and her hand on my thigh. When I answered her questions, my hand was on her thigh.
People around us, who saw the way we were carrying on, thought we were strangers and wondered why we didn't head for a motel, especially since the home team was losing by ten runs by the time the game only half over.
We stayed because we had to wait until most people were gone, and by the ninth inning, that was the situation. I had really enjoyed taking Emily out to the ball game, and showing her off to the crowd. I had bought her some peanuts and Crackerjack and asked her what time she had to leave. "I don't care if I ever get back", she said. We rooted for the home team and they didn't win, which was a shame. In the last inning, the last batter swung and missed three times, one, two, three strikes. "You're Out!", bellowed the umpire, and that was the old ball game. Emily put her jacket back on and we got out of our seats to pretend to leave. Before we went anywhere else, we went to the refreshment stand and bought two large soft drinks because we were both thirsty and we would be getting thirstier.