Three Bench Seats

Mick kept looking over his shoulder at the darkening clouds as he tossed the ball back and forth with Sean in the outfield during warm-ups. It was the second to the last game of the season and all indications were that the weather was not going to cooperate. The day had been hot and muggy but the cool breeze that was intensifying pointed to an impending, dramatic change in the weather.

As the two teammates made their way back to the bench, Mick spotted Paulina walking towards the playing field with the bat bag and bases slung over her shoulder. “Where’s Edgar,” Mick asked his friend. Sean told him that Edgar had been chosen for jury duty and had missed most of the week at work, and because Paulina lived the closest to Edgar, he had contacted her and asked that she pick up the equipment and take it to the game for him. “Jury duty!” said Mick, “That sucks.”

With the skies threatening rain the umpire made sure to start the game right on time, and by the bottom of the third inning the clouds were looking pretty ominous and it had started to spit. The game continued on until two outs in the top of the fourth when the wind suddenly became blustery and there was a flash of lightning followed by the boom of thunder not too far off. The umpire ordered both teams off the field for a delay and just as everyone made it back to their respective benches the skies opened up, scattering the players and sending them sprinting for their vehicles.

Mick had made the mistake of choosing to park on the farthest of the two streets that adjoined the ballfield, and before he was even halfway to his car he was already drenched. He struggled to work his fingers down inside his wet pants pocket and get at his car keys while continuing to get poured on and when Mick finally extracted them, he fumbled frantically to get the driver’s door open. When he got in, Mick found the interior of the vehicle to be quite stifling. He thought about cranking the engine and running the air conditioning but what was the use he thought. Between the rain and his perspiration, Mick could not have been more thoroughly soaked if he had been standing in his shower.

Exasperated, Mick exhaled slowly as he settled into the driver’s seat to wait out the storm. He closed his eyes and began to listen to the cacophony of the rainfall pounding on the roof of his vehicle but was jarred from his short-lived respite when the rear car door opened unexpectedly. Mick turned and looked over his shoulder to find Terri crawling across his backseat. “Hope you don’t mind,” said Terri as she began to push off her waterlogged tennis shoes with her feet. As he stared at Terri, Mick realized that he had just been to this show with Dana and this time, needed no expressed invitation.

Mick exited the car then quickly dove into the backseat with Terri and made sure to lock the doors behind himself. As she struggled to peel off her soaked shirt over her head, Mick frantically kicked off his cleats while undoing the knot in the drawstring of his softball shorts. Terri knelt on the backseat and leaned over to help Mick as he struggled to work his wringing-wet compression underwear down his legs. When she seized his manhood with her hand, Terri quipped, “And you don’t need to tell me that we don’t have time for this.”

Just as she had done before, Terri got right down to business and seeing that they were both already soused from the rain and it was like a sauna inside the car, there was no reason not to make it a sloppy blowjob. Mick reached over and ran the palm of his hand down the back of Terri’s thigh then up the inside several times, appreciated what nice legs she had. He then fondled her ass cheeks before beginning to stroke Terri’s pussy through her clothes. She moaned softly when he touched in her sensitive area, prompting her to untie her teal-colored nylon checkboard soccer shorts and push them down to her knees with her underwear. Immediately, Mick inserted his middle digit into Terri’s boggy rift and began fingering his teammate, matching the cadence with which she bobbed up and down on his pole with her mouth. There was no denying how skilled Terri was orally as she had once again given Mick a hard-on in no time at all, and as soon as his dick had fully sprouted she commanded him to, “Fuck me.”

Suddenly, Mick got a little nervous about being caught with his pants down in the back of his car with Terri. He knew that Perry was somewhere out there, not to mention the rest of the team. The deluge had begun to slacken so the pelting rain and the cascading sheets of water running down the car windows which served to thwart any prying eyes from seeing inside the vehicle had lessened. Upon closer inspection however, Mick could see that the interior of all the windows were entirely steamed-up.

Terri sat back down on the rear bench seat and pushed her wet shorts and underwear off her legs and onto the floorboards. She swiveled around and leaned back against the rear door inegöl escort with her feet positioned up on the seat. “Come take me”, said Terri, and with both feet now raised in the air she began to spread her legs beckoning her teammate.

In that exact moment the clouds also parted, and a brilliant beam of sunlight washed over the rear window of Mick’s car. As it struck the beads of water accumulated on both sides of the glass, the luminosity refracted into a million points of golden light like a disco ball which set the cabin ablaze. The effect was dazzling that both Mick and Terri had to avert their eyes to keep from being blinded. To Mick, it almost seemed as if the radiance had burst forth from Terri’s sexual nexus itself when she offered herself to him, and the felicitous conjuncture was so perfectly timed and amazing that he pondered for a few seconds if it had come at the hand of a higher power.

Mick pushed his shorts and athletic underwear off and while still squinting he groped for his flame. His hands once again found Terri’s shapely thighs and he carefully pulled her across the seat towards him and under his self. Mick grabbed hold of his instrument of mischief and lowered his pelvis in position, opened his eyes to look upon her gorgeous face and took a deep breath as he prepared to enter her.

“Let’s go! We’re starting!” yelled someone as they repeatedly pounded on the driver’s window with the palm of their hand. It startled the hell out of them both and before Mick could react, Terri was already pushing him off of her so she could get up.

“You have to be joking,” remarked Mick in absolute disbelief.

“Get dressed,” barked Terri, “We can’t chance being found.”

Begrudgingly, he sat up and as Mick went about getting redressed in his wet attire he blurted out, “I can’t fucking believe this!”

“I’m frustrated too!” Terri shot back as she struggled to insert her foot and soggy sock back into her shoe. “It’s not like I’m doing this intentionally,” she offered rather scoldingly.

Cautiously, Terri cracked the car door and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. “Give me a little head start,” she requested before closing the door and scurrying off.

Mick continued to stew as he labored to get his cleats back on. Embittered, he shouted to himself, “The third time is supposed to be the charm!” before punching the headliner of his automobile.

Mick’s team was standing in the field during the sixth inning when it started to rain heavily again and a nearby crack of thunder convinced the umpire to raise his hands and shout, “No more! Game over!” Players from both sides immediately scrambled for their vehicles except for Paulina who Mick noticed sprinting over to first base. He watched as she began to unfasten the base pad from the anchor and remembered that she had brought the equipment for the game. Mick ran to second and unhooked the base, then dashed to the bench and began to pack the bat bag as Paulina took care of third.

“Thank you so much!” Paulina yelled as she came hustling towards the bench.

“Don’t know why everybody ran off,” Mick said loudly to be heard over the patter, “We’re all soaked already.”

She nodded, acknowledging his words before proclaiming, “I love the cool rain, it feels great!”

Paulina could not miss Mick glancing at her chest as they had their exchange and knowing that her pokies were expressing themselves rather prominently, she told him as they both continued to be further inundated by the cloudburst, “It was sweltering earlier… Guess I should have kept the sports bra on after all.”

Mick chuckled then cracked, “You didn’t know there was going to be a wet tee-shirt contest.”

His comment drew its own snicker from Paulina who looked down at her chest and remarked, “I doubt anyone is interested.”

Mick frowned disapprovingly at her comment and said in a consolatory tone, “You don’t know that.”

To his surprise, Mick’s teammate suddenly lifted her shirt and flashed him. “I have the body of a fifteen-year-old boy,” she countered, “Most guys aren’t into that.” He could not deny that Paulina was flat-chested. “And my nips are freakishly huge, aren’t they?” she asked.

Doing his best to be tactful, Mick replied, “I guess they could be considered aberrantly large.”

Paulina snorted, then bellowed, “It’s like having two joysticks!”

Whether it was meant to be an open invitation or not, Mick could not resist the temptation standing before him. He took a step towards Paulina then latched on to her protuberances with his fingers. “I love playing games,” Mick told her, a reference to Paulina’s previous comment.

“I’ll give you one warning,” said Paulina sternly as she abruptly grabbed his forearms. A smile quickly overtook her face, and she advised Mick that, “Having my nipples played with gets me really hot.”

It was pouring down rain and with the fields deserted, Paulina had no fear of being seen. She innovia escort lifted her soaked tee shirt the rest of the way off and carelessly tossed it onto the ground as Mick proceeded to turn on her high beams. He started by gently rolling her stout stems between his index fingers and thumbs, then commenced to massage the ends of her nipples with the pads of his thumbs in a circular motion. Paulina pushed herself up on her toes and leaned in close so Mick would hear her over the rainfall and told him, “I like that.” She then slipped her tongue in and out of his receptive mouth several times before relieving him of his own shirt.

“Wow,” Paulina uttered, as she stood there captivated by his sculpted frame. Amazed, she ran her hands across Mick’s chest for a moment before reaching up and pulling his head down towards herself to kiss him some more. Their tongues churned, almost violently like the clouds above, and as they made out, Mick’s playful hands returned to titillate Paulina’s protrusions. She moaned from his touch and immediately began to grope his dick through his wet trunks that clung to him.

Mick pulled away from Paulina’s mouth and began to kiss the side of her neck. He methodically worked his way down until he came to capture one of his teammate’s gum drops within his lips. Mick found that her nub had grown firm and he beset Paulina’s monolith, sucking on the prominence none too gently and mercilessly flitting it with his tongue. When he worked his way back up Paulina’s neck, she laid her cheek snuggly against Mick’s own as if to whisper in his ear and told him, “You’re making me so wet.”

“I think that’s the rain,” he jocosely replied before beginning to nibble on her earlobe.

“It’s definitely not the rain,” Paulina assured him.

Mick pressed his lips to Paulina’s once more and as their tongues became interwoven again, he deftly slipped his hand down inside her cotton panties. “Ooooh,” she groaned as his finger glided over her clitoris and in between her slick labia, “I like how you slide into third base.” Not quite as adroitly, Paulina followed suit and reached into Mick’s shorts and took possession of his chub. To her surprise, she found him much harder than expected for the amount of fooling around they had done, but Paulina was unaware of Mick’s earlier run-in with Terri or that he had remained quite libidinous from it.

With total disregard for the tempest, the two continued to stand there and mutually fondle one another. Paulina smiled as she sensed Mick’s phallus solidifying further within her closed hand and it goaded her to beat him off harder. Repeatedly, Paulina’s fist raced up and down Mick’s shaft until it felt like the barrel of a wooden bat was slipping through her fingers. When she rubbed his testes with her palm, Paulina found that Mick had two hardballs. “Forget third base,” she said into his ear, “I want you to grand slam me right now.”

Paulina took hold of Mick by the waist and carefully maneuvered him backwards to the end of the bench before yanking his shorts and underwear down past his knees. After he had taken a seat as directed, she removed Mick’s cleats and socks from his feet and finished slipping the garments off his legs. Using Mick’s shoulder for balance, Paulina pulled off her own shoes and socks then dropped her shorts and panties to the ground and stepped out of them. She placed her other hand on Mick’s opposite shoulder and gently pushed against him, conveying without saying a word that he should lay down on the bench. With no way to brace himself and nothing else to grasp, Mick held onto Paulina’s hands to keep from falling back uncontrollably onto the bench as he reclined.

After carefully straddling his waist, Paulina uncoupled from their handhold before reaching down and retrieved Mick’s rigid pole and hoisting it between her widened legs. Even though the seat of the bench did not rise far from the ground, Paulina had trouble making their ends meet as she lacked stature as well, and Mick’s length was copious to say the least. She bent forward to the point that she was laying on top his body and with some torquing of Mick’s nearly inflexible rod, Paulina managed to slip his tip inside herself. Slowly she sat back up while continuing to clutch his stiffened member and guide it into her deepest recesses, and as Paulina began to grind on Mick’s cock which filled her completely, she let slip, “Jesus Christ!” To allow herself to adjust to his considerable magnitude, Paulina took her time as she commenced to ride him, progressively working herself over more and more of Mick’s erection as her body acquiesced to his incursion.

The balls of Paulina’s feet were barely touching the ground and as she bound up and down on Mick harder and harder, her toes began to slip through the mud underneath the bench. His balance upon the narrow aluminum platform was precarious at best and Mick began to teeter side to side as Paulina rode him more wildly. He was squinting ipsala escort from the rain pelting his face, but Mick’s eyes suddenly shot open and he grabbed Paulina by the waist as it felt like he was about to tumble off the perch. His uneasiness was obvious, so Paulina carefully raised herself up off Mick and dismounted her schoolmate. She reached out offering Mick her hand which he accepted, then helped bring him back upright on the metal seat. “Come with me,” said Paulina over the rain as she gently tugged on his arm.

It had begun to grow dark and with the downpour continuing unabated it was difficult to see farther than a few steps ahead as Paulina led Mick out onto the softball field but when they stopped, he could tell they were somewhere between home plate and the pitcher’s circle. Paulina stood up on her tiptoes and grabbed Mick behind the neck bowing his head, then began to make out with him yet again. They kissed for a moment before Mick spun Paulina around and drew her right up against himself. He took hold of her buds and began to twist them as before, like he was attempting to fine tune an antenna by rotating two dials. Paulina alternated between giggling and groaning as Mick tweaked her inflamed, fleshy stubs, and when he slid his hand down the front of her wet body and in between her legs, she began to prance uncontrollably.

Paulina could feel her legs giving way so she raised her arms up and interlocked her fingers behind Mick’s head to help support herself as he continued to play with her. When she was no longer able to stand, Paulina let herself slowly descend to the ground while rubbing her body against Mick’s in a seductive, serpentine fashion. She dropped down onto her knees then fell forward onto her hands and went about suggestively wiggling her ass at him. Paulina’s shimmying tush was more than enough of an inducement for Mick and he plummeted down onto the field kneeling directly behind her.

Enthralled by the sight of Paulina’s plump posterior, Mick took a moment to appreciate her ample asset. It was not like she had a ridiculously huge derriere disproportionate to the rest of her body, but Paulina definitely had a bit of junk in the trunk and Mick could not resist reaching out with his two hands and kneading both her round loaves. He took hold of himself and went about rubbing the entrance of Paulina’s love tunnel with the terminus of his hardened extremity, and as Mick squeezed her one cheek and pulled it to the side parting her miry labia, he slipped back inside her. With measured strokes he recommended sliding in and out of his partner, but she currently had no use for moderation.

“Give it to me!” shouted Paulina, as she had no fear of being heard by anyone, “Don’t hold back!”

He grabbed Paulina by both her buttocks again, making sure to get a healthy handful of both her hams, then inched closer to thrust his entire cock into her.

“Wow! You’re big!” exclaimed Paulina, as Mick began to do as instructed and give her a good fucking.

Inconceivably, the intensity of the rain increased. The unrelenting drops stung as they battered their bare bodies and the tumult arising from the bombardment hurt their ears as Mick and Paulina made love in the wet grass of the infield under the deluge. The ferocity of the precipitation incited Mick and the more it poured, the harder he plunged into her. Paulina started to slip through Mick’s grip on her wet haunches as he ramrodded her from behind, so he took hold of his lover by her trim waist and long French braid. Mick continued to repeatedly slam into her bulbous backside and when like a saturated cloud he could hold back no longer, he pulled out and planted his dick between her ass cheeks and showered Paulina’s back with droplets of his cum as he ground upon her. It made her laugh, and Paulina twerked against his shaft with her bustling rump in return.

Mick stood up first then reached down with an open hand to help Paulina to her feet. “Let’s get out of here,” she said, figuring that like herself, Mick had no interest in any postgame wrap-up either. The pair scampered to the bench where they both struggled to pull on their soaked clothing and neither of them bothered with putting on their socks and shoes.

“Where are you parked?” yelled Mick as he picked up the bases.

“Not too far from you,” Paulina responded as she slung the bat bag over her shoulder.

With Paulina’s car hidden behind the shroud of rain, the two teammates took their best guess as to its approximate direction then headed off across the playing fields, and by the time they arrived at her parking spot the storm had begun to slacken. After dumping all the equipment in the vehicle’s trunk, Paulina said to Mick while cracking up, “This was fun! We should do it more often.”

Her comment brought a smile to his face, but he shook his head dissentingly at her. “I’m afraid I’ll have to ask for a raincheck,” replied Mick.

She chortled even harder and exclaimed, “Witty and good-looking!” before giving him one last kiss and opening the door to her automobile. “If I don’t catch you beforehand, I’ll see you next Thursday for the last game,” Paulina told him as she got in. Mick gave her one quick wave, then hustled over to his own car.