Megan,
So I think I may be changing my mind about hating sports. I know, but I had
a great time at the baseball game last night. Let me tell you all about it.
Kevin loves baseball. He's so glad it's spring so he can go see a baseball
game every night of the week. I, naturally, am not as excited about this.
Anyway, he bought two tickets to the game last night so I could go, too. I
told him he knows better. He knows I don't like baseball, and he told me he
didn't think I'd ever been properly exposed to a seventh inning stretch
before. I rolled my eyes and agreed to go to make him happy. But needless
to say, I would have rather been doing just about anything but.
So the first six innings were miserable. Hitting, pitching, men in funny
outfits running around and lots of people drinking too much beer and being
absurd. Then the seventh inning came and everybody sang that ridiculous
song. I turned to Kevin and said, "I think I've been properly introduced to
the seventh inning stretch now. Can we please go home?" Kevin smiled and
winked and said, "No, I meant the real seventh inning stretch." Then he
took my arm and guided me out of the stands and down to the hallway. When
we got to the bottom of the hallway, he pulled me into this little crevice;
I don't know what it was, some kind of entrance to a storage closet or
something, but I would have never noticed it was there if he hadn't pulled
me in there.
Before I knew what was happening, he had turned me around so my back was
against the wall and his body was covering me, and sometime in there he
managed to get my shorts unzipped, loosened and pulled down. I was already
breathing so hard I was making noise, but I heard the rip and he tore my
panties off, and I definitely felt him hard against me. The game must have
been going wild because I could hear people cheering, but above all the
noise I heard Kevin gasp in my ear, "This is the real seventh inning
stretch."
And then he was in me, and my breath was gone. We were having crazy sex,
and people were walking right by us on the way to get their beer or peanuts
or whatever and not even noticing. And the game must have gotten intense,
because outside the crowd was insane. But part of me couldn't tell if it
was loud because of the crowd or the rush of blood in my head or both.
Kevin was panting and biting down on my shoulder to keep from screaming, and
I had to put my hand in my mouth to keep from yelling out. Then, at the
last minute, Kevin pulled out of me and came all over the wall.
It was the most intense sex of my life. Definitely worth sitting through
the other innings. In fact, I may just go buy some baseball tickets myself
and surprise him. After all, who says a homerun has to happen on the field?
Love,
Tammy
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