Unspoken Pleasure

l player or coach -- and we're talking about a SERIOUS date. I found out from a friend who was positively

lp me explore, but bottom line, you get to spend some quality time with a hunk. So I aske

sexually curious student, college and high, I discovered that buff athletes are way more interesting to me th

was me, and said, "This is a very select, very hush program, informally approved by the team. Players who have a high need for, shall we s

ing," and my inner college slut was

your participation as something of a community service, so you'll find opportunities to state preferences. At this time, I si

es," I sai

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iently at my desktop computer. The dinger dinged and I opened my message,

s, all without shirts. 12 were players, including some names I had heard. They wore those wonderful uniform pants. Three were coaches,

looking of the white coaches, but decided a chance to fulfill a fantasy just couldn't be passed up. My guy was 6'4", 225 pounds -- a tight end with a killer smile. Name was Quinten, called Quint. After clicking on his photo -- actually, I clicked on t

he first available, ten days from now. I was given a favorite drink and appetizer menu, which didn't exactly surprise me, as our team is known as a classy outfit. Well, it actually, did surprise me. Until the

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n the bathtub, on game-day, I made sure that everything was fresh and clean and smooth, but I also laid my hea

s a small parking lot ahead with the sign "Fan Appreciation." I parked, entered the only available door, and found myself in a large room with hallways leading in every direction. A young man looked up and smiled a cute b

walked down a long hallway with doors that began Bravo 1. I knocked on Bravo 4. The door opened and I was looking up into Quinte

ring a jogging suit, braless, but I had decided to wear my normal bikini panties as I was still not 100% sure that the website's NOTHING meant commando. I slipped into the bright blue jersey and decided immediate

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om the entrance. The big difference was a full gymnastic mat adjacent to the bedroom. I wondered if all this could possib

and he asked about my cheerleading career at my small Midwestern college. I admitted I knew more about basketball cheering than about football, but I did understand

at is the role of

tect the quarterback on some passing plays and' catch passes li

riendly chuckle. "And how many touc

just smiled, brightly I

seemed like we were getting along well. I definitely li

a beautif

ul guy." Another warm laugh.

legs but I couldn't help notici

ll it was embarrassing for some strange reason.

ent sent a visual into my brain that caused m

t be able to, I

h that was truly manly. "I'll be im

d headed straight toward the mat, aware ag

horts, V slit. It was a true OMG moment: chest and shoulders lean but chiseled, arms and legs with sharply defined muscles

mat a couple times, trying to look like a lady tiger ready to attack. I also knew that any chance I had d

out from under me. I landed on my butt on the mat, and he smoothly laid me flat on my back, my arms stretched over my head. I could feel the hem of my jersey at my waist. "Oh, man," I

me with his palm, and finger-teased my nipple. Then he shifted to my other breast, teasing me, then back and forth. I knew that round one was about over fo

the mat, actuallly searching for more contact with his fingers. He went deeper, I spread myself for him wider, he thrust powerfully, over an

," he sai

en gasps, " but I didn't

ut breast-touch on. "I'll

around my shoulders to panty coverage, as well as

ly I thought, "Okay,

nder my hips. I could feel the jersey at mid-back. SMACK, his giant hand came down on my butt, causing me to

knees, so the next SMACK was on bare skin, then another. I yelped both times, my body jerked and squirmed. My ass was tingling from the smacks, but my pussy was tingling in its own way, aware that his huge hand was still on my ass, caressing whi

e mat. I thought it might be a chance to get up and try again, but his hand clamped around my ankle, freezing me on my back. Then with moves that were smooth, athletic, he was beside me, slowly collecting my panties while our eyes met, his smile the victor's smile. Then my legs were spread, and he was on his knees, between my leg

n my upper thigh, feeling me still quivering as I tried to get breathing back

w. Big

may do better

d you thi

a hu

the shorts enough to release his cock. It was an OMG moment that I'll never forget. I began stroking, realizing that my whole hand, from thumb

eyes. "You seem to have b

rimaced, body jerking

of his cock. "I

bove a whisper. "I think you mi

moaned, louder now. I struggled to get him deeper in my mouth, but could squeeze and stroke his length with both hands. His cock was getting even bigger. I released my mouth, looked down at him an

ng with sweat, now under my control. He reached toward me, both hands holding onto my hair, but gently. I could see him beginning to flinch and go tense. I w

ed amazingly hard, and big. I used my left hand to stroke his c

Sweet Jenna." I felt warm all over, my hand encircled him, stroking again. His cock was growing

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im, knowing my jersey was SHORT. Honestly I didn't mind at all. I had nothing left to hide from him

ll the physical effort we were putting into the keep-players-focused progra

gly it seemed. He gestured toward the

I laughed out loud, he chuckled but almost sheepishly. I smiled

and your body and your spi

ank you? It was a very s

y s

erforming for you. I was okay with that, I'm a big girl who isn't clueless. But you

ant, but I had to resist another double-meaning moment -- it was tempting

ke adventure. This is su

and or b

t on my profile. "My significant other kn

d on b

es

shook his head.

's true and now he's letting me

tonight and tell

es

nd and pulled me to my feet. "Then let's be

ed toward t

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ery sparse actually. I guessed that Bravo 4 serves a motel-like function for the team's visiting guests. Lighting was dim now, likel

ing big and manly and muscled,

. I enjoy it, but it's

chance to resist you

That would b

ut I'm not going to

t smile. "I like you

g both corners of the bed to bind my ankles. I was about two-thirds of

e me, our eyes met. "The vulnerability, I think. Your

f helplessness was near-complete, and my pussy was throbbing, I could feel my juices on my thighs. I wasn''t expecting what happened next. For five incredible minutes, he light-massaged me from feet to neck. H

and squirm, stretching against the tie-binds," trying to find ways to get c

want you to think of me as a gentle giant, at l

, teasing me deliciously. I whispered between deep