[ad_1]

The four of us took our seats at the stadium. We hardly ever got out together anymore. We were high college friends. Back in the day, we were inseparable. But with new lives, families, and jobs, we hardly ever got to say hi, let alone get together, so when Howard sent a group email that said he had tickets to a home football game. We all made plans to get that day off.

Terrence was the group leader. Well, that’s how he acted anyway. He was a tall kid back in high college. But now he was overweight, with graying hair. He had been married for a few years but then got divorced. Then life hit him with all she had. He was barely keeping himself above water with everything he was going through.

Howard was the timid one of the group back then. He had all the time been shy around women. So, when he told us he had hit it big with an online cam site, none of us believed him. That was until we got all access passwords.

Some of the women he got to go on the cameras were unbelievable. He was all the time short, but now he was short, balding, and filthy rich.

Damien, well, Damien was a troublemaker. No one wondered he would see his twenties let alone his late thirties. In high college, he all the time dared people to do things. But his bad-boy image all the time got him the girls.

That changed when he met Desirae. He said he met her through an online website catering to people behind bars. While locked up for his last brush with the law, he talked to her. When he came out, she set him on the right path. Since then, he had been clean and sober.

Myself, what can I say? I was the token black guy of the group. I was into all the sports. Got lucky a few times in high college. But after I graduated, I made a few bad decisions that got me nowhere. Now I was a shift manager at the local grocery store.

“Come on!” Howard yelled. “Pass interference, my ass!” he shouted down.

“They can’t hear you,” Damien said.

“They can’t see either,” Howard laughed.

We had great seats near the fifty-yard line and a few rows back.

“No thanks,” Terrence said as the hot dog vendor walked by.

“I got it,” Howard said, leaning over. He bought two for all of us.

“You didn’t have to,” Terrence said, a bit embarrassed.

“No big,” Howard said, stuffing his face. “How many times you saved my ass from being stuffed in a locker?” he shook his face. “I owe you.”

Terrence smiled.

“You should have told me, you were hard up,” Howard said. “I got plenty of room at my house, you can stay there, until you get on your feet.”

Terrence looked relieved but also embarrassed.

“Don’t give me that look,” Howard shook his head. “We’re friends, remember that!”

They shook hands.

“Think I am going to cry,” Damien laughed, making the crying face.

“Shut up you!” I nudged him. “Wasn’t too long that you were hard up.”

He nodded back at me.

“You’re right. Thanks,” Damien nodded, patting me on the back.

I stuck my neck out for him the last time he was inside. It was what got him to use the computers at the prison. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have met his wife.

“I owe you big time for that,” He nodded at me.

I was taller than all of them, standing just over 6’7.

“Four,” Terrence counted.

“Four what?” Howard asked.

“Four times that brunette down there has looked up this way,” Terrence said, motioning his head close to the field.

We all looked but couldn’t see which one of the ladies he had described.

“You’re going to have to be specific, there are a lot of brunettes,” I told him.

This was true. Looking over the area, there were dark brown brunettes to light brown.

“The one on the right of the huge muscle dude,” Terrence said, pretending to look at the field.

Then it happened down near the field. There were a bunch of people. One was a gigantic guy, but next to him was a brunette. As I looked down at them, she looked back but quickly glanced back at the field.

“She noticed us looking,” Damien said, looking away.

“Yup,” I replied.

Then her friend next to her turned, but only I looked in their direction.

“She is looking for the blonde,” I said as I looked away.

“What?” Howard asked.

“The blonde is the one that is looking, the brunette is covering,” I said.

“How do you know?” Damien asked.

“The kids on the stock crew do it all the time,” I replied.

I had seen the tactic thousands of times. One of the kids would look down the aisle in question. Then tell the others. Then one by one, they would all take turns.

“So, who is she looking at?” Howard asked.

“Can’t be me,” Terrence said.

“Could be,” Howard said, trying to make him feel better.

“Nah,” Terrence said. “I’m way too big, too old and I scream desperation,” he said, shaking his head.

None of us argued. We knew he was right.

“Can’t be me,” Damien said.

He had his beer in his hand. The wedding ring could be seen easily.

“So that leaves us two,” Howard smiled at me.

He looked like a kid in a candy store.

“You two look while the two of us look at the game,” Howard smiled.

It took a while, but then Terrence patted Howard on the shoulder.

“Sorry, Howard Jarrad, you are not the one,” Terrence said in his best Maury Povich voice.

“Yup, it’s definitely Josh,” Damien said.

“Dammit, I would’ve loved to talk her into getting on my website,” Howard said, shaking his head.

I was looking down at her; she was quite a specimen. She had her Carolina Panther Jersey, very short jean shorts that barely got past her ass, and long blonde hair. She had sunglasses on so that I couldn’t make out her face.

But then she turned to the man on her left, then gave him a hug and a long kiss.

“Well that’s that then,” I said.

“Maybe she was looking at something else,” Howard said as he turned around and laughed. “Guys,” he smiled.

The giant blimp was floating above at the back of us, as well as the huge scoreboard. Stats and scores from other games were all over it.

“Shut it,” I said.

“Well it was interesting for a while there,” Damien laughed.

“Going to use the rest room and get another,” I said, smiling.

I shook my head as I walked toward the vendor. There was a long line. I decided to go to the bathroom and then come back.

When I returned, the line wasn’t any shorter, but I noticed the same blonde was now two people in front of me. I smiled at the four of us. Four grown men in our late thirties were acting like a bunch of high college kids.

As the line got shorter, I noticed she was wearing a wedding ring. She hadn’t looked back once.

When she got to the counter, she asked for a large soda, then paid for it. She turned and then walked past, smiling at me. I nodded back.

I ordered a refill of my beer, then began to make my way back.

“Hi,” I heard a voice say from behind me.

I turned to look; it was her.

“Hi,” I smiled back.

She caught up to me.

“I saw you guys looking down,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said, a bit embarrassed. “Sorry about that.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” she said. We got to the tunnel for our area.

“Well, hopefully, I will catch you staring again,” she smiled. “Might even give you something to stare at,” she waved as she went back down to her seat.

I shook my head and then joined the others. I didn’t distribute with them what happened.

I would look down throughout the game but never caught her looking back. But I gave it one more look. As the team was near the end zone, everyone was standing.

That’s when she did it. She had her hands in the pockets of her shorts. As I looked down at her, she was staring at me, then gently pulled the back of her shorts down, just enough to see the top of her thong.

She peered over her sunglasses, giving me a wink. Then she pulled her shorts back up. She looked back at the game, but her hands stayed behind her.

I looked at the rest of them, but they were too busy looking at their phones or the game. I stole another glance at her. She looked over her shoulder. Then her hands began to make numbers.

First, there was a seven, then a zero, then a four.

“Holy Shit,” I said out loud.

“What?” Damien asked.

I cursed myself internally but without taking my eyes off her.

“Think I forgot to make the schedule for next week,” I lied.

Damien shook his head, then returned his attention to the game.

I got all the numbers; it was a phone number. I punched them into the phone and sent a text message.

‘Hi,’ I sent.

There was nothing, then she reached around, grabbing her cell phone from her back pocket.

‘Hey there,’ she said, ‘Did you like what you saw?’

‘Of course, Purple is one of my favorite colors.’

‘Really? Black is my favourite.’

‘Blonde is one of mine.’

‘Well, aren’t we both lucky?’

With each text, it got bolder and bolder. She kept staring at the big guy on her left,

‘Why don’t we discuss our likes, somewhere else?’ she sent.

‘Where did you have in mind?’

‘Meet me at the food kiosk.’

She put the phone back in her back pocket, then said something to the big guy, who nodded, then kissed her. She walked out and through the tunnel.

“Going to the bathroom,” I said as I walked past the guys.

I walked to the food kiosk but couldn’t see her. I stood around for a while, but then I began to think I got set up for a laugh. I began to walk back; when an arm pulled me into a side room along the hallway. It was her.

“Hi,” she said, smiling at me.

We were in a small room with old billboard signs, an old projector, a television, and some chairs. It must have been an old storage room.

“Hi,” I said back. She pulled me back onto her and began to kiss me. I kissed her back. Pushing her hard against the wall.

“Much better,” she said as she pulled her jersey off.

“Holy…” I began to say before she began to kiss me again.

She had an massive pair of tits; I had seen on such a small frame.

“They’re up here,” she said between our kisses as she took my hand from her waist, planting it on one of her gigantic tits.

They were real. I began to squeeze her boobs through the bra. I bent down and began to kiss the top of her chest.

She moaned in delight.

“Now I want to see,” she looked up at me.

It was too dark in the room to see what colour her eyes were. There was a small amount of light coming from one of the only working long incandescent light bulbs, but that was it.

I unbuckled my belt and then pulled down my pants. She reached into my boxers.

“Jackpot!” she smiled as she slid down the wall.

She took my dick out and then began to suck on it. As it got hard, she slapped it repeatedly on her tongue while staring up at me.

This was unbelievable, I wondered to myself.

She took it deep into her mouth again. She slid back up, turning around. I reached around her, grabbing her huge tits. My large hands were no match for them.

“A boob man huh?” she said as she looked back at me. “How about this?” she said as she reached back, pulling down her shorts. Her nice bubble butt was exposed, only leaving her thong.

“Love that too,” I said.

I lowered myself to a knee, pulled her thong to the side, and began to lick her from behind. My finger slid into her; she was soaking wet.

“Oh, fuck me,” she said, looking back and down at me.

I stood up, grabbed her by the waist, then pushed myself until she had taken all of my cock inside her.

“That’s what I needed,” she purred.

I reached around, pushing my hands under her bra. I began to fuck her hard, squeezing on her massive tits.

“Oh damn, that’s it!” she said through gritted teeth. “Fuck me!” she screamed.

I took my hands from her tits, grabbing a firm hold on her tiny waist. I began to fuck her harder, slamming into her over and over. She was moaning so loud she had to put her hand over her mouth.

“Is this what you want?” I asked

She nodded, still with her hand over her mouth.

We could hear people passing in the hallway through the door.

“They can come in any minute,” I said. “See your blonde ass, being fucked by a black guy!”

She was nodding. I could see her biting her hand. I pulled back on her hair.

“You want them to see you?” I asked as I was going harder. The noise of us fucking filled the small room.

She nodded again.

“Say it!” I said.

“I want them to see me,” she said

“See you what?” I asked, pulling her hair harder.

“Being fucked, by a big black fucking cock!” she screamed at the door.

I pulled out of her, turning her around and moving her, so she was against the door.

She looked at me with wild eyes. I had seen that look before. She wanted to be fucked, not made love to, not to be kissed and caressed but to be fucked and used.

I grabbed her by the waist and pushed myself back into her. She jumped, wrapping her legs around me.

“You came here to get fucked! Didn’t you?” I whispered into her ear.

She shook her blonde head.

“Not until I saw you, No,” she said. She lowered her head down to my neck. She pushed my shirt back and then bit my shoulders.

I held her head there as she bit harder. I loved the pain.

I fucked her hard against the door as it knocked backward.

She put her hands back behind her, pushing off the door. I was standing in the middle of the room with her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands around my neck.

I cupped her ass and brought it against me.

The noise was deafening inside the room. I wondered anyone passing the room would hear us. Between the moaning and the sound of our bodies hitting each other.

I was cumming. She knew it too. She looked down at my face.

“Cum inside me!” she said, looking into my eyes.

I brought her down onto me. I could feel her legs tighten around my waist.

“Look at me,” she ordered.

I held her there, both of us staring at each other as I came deep inside her.

I put her down, then we both gathered our clothes.

She looked out the door, then smiled. She blew me a kiss and then ran out the door.

I looked around to make sure it was clear, then made my way to get a beer, then joined the guys.

“What the hell happened to you?” Howard asked.

“I had burrito’s last night,” I smiled with a shrug.

They laughed and began to make jokes, but I just smiled back. My phone went off.

‘Thank you,’ she sent.

‘I should be thanking you,’ I replied. ‘Didn’t get your name.’

‘No names.’

I nodded; it was better that way.

I looked down. She put her phone back in her back pocket. She wrapped her arm around her husband and rested her head against his shoulder. I just smiled.

After the game, the four of us said our goodbyes.

“Hopefully it won’t be two years till we hang out together,” Terrence said.

“Nah,” I replied. “We will get together again soon.”

We all drove our separate methods.

I pulled into my parking spot at my apartment when my phone went off again. I looked at it. It was a picture of large pair of giant tits in a purple bra.

‘Something to remember me by,’ it said.

I nodded and put my phone away.

***Author’s Note: The rest of this story as well as many others of my stories are on my other pages, the links to which can be found*** [***here***](

NSFW: yes

[ad_2]