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Number 28
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Hockey playoffs were here and I had won a ticket through a local radio station. Front row on the glass, my favorite seats in the house. I did find it kind of odd that I had just won one ticket, usually it's two or four. I figured with playoffs, tickets were hard to come by and decided to go by myself and have a good time. When I got to the game I found out that the whole first row in my section had won their tickets through the same radio station so we all introduced ourselves and settled in for a great game.
The first period was pretty calm with each team putting a puck in the net. The second period had taken on a bit of an edge when the visiting team took a one goal lead. The teams started playing harder and more penalties were being called. Somewhere in the third period the team mascot came down to meet all of us, he picked me out of the group and pulled me up to dance with him, since it was all in good fun I gladly joined him laughing the entire time. On the ice however no one was laughing, my team had tied the game up at two and a huge fight had broken out. It was a brutal game that came down to overtime. When my team scored the final goal to win the game the crowd went wild, thousands of screaming fans were on their feet, the entire front row was pounding on the glass. This is definately a hockey town. The group I was with all said our goodbyes, exchanged a few phone numbers and started to follow the lines of people out of the arena.
An usher came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. When I started to breathe again he apologized for scaring me and asked if I would follow him. I figured what the hell and off we went. He was leading me in the opposite direction of all the other people and up to the top of the building where the private boxes and restaurants were. We came upon a giant glass door and he reached to open it when I stopped him. I finally had to ask what the hell was going on, the arena was almost empty and the restaurant that he was leading me into was completely deserted. He apologized thinking that I knew what we were doing. Apparantly my winning ticket came with an added bonus. A private tour of the Igloo after dinner in their best restaurant. I hesitated thinking I would rather go home than have some intern drag my ass around the arena, but the thought of dinner made up my mind for me. I could always excuse myself after dinner and skip the tour, I'm sure the intern would be fine with that idea.
The usher showed me to a table that sat up against a row of glass looking down onto the ice. The zambonies were finishing up the ice and clean up crews were scowering the stands cleaning up the left over pop bottles, nachos, and popcorn. I was in awe at how large the arena was from this vantage point. The usher tapped me again on the shoulder to regain my attention and this time I apologized. He said not to worry about it, got me a drink and told me my dinner date would be here soon. I was not excited, the smells coming from the kitchen were more enticing to me than who I was eating with.
I sat at the table nursing my drink and watching the goings on below. The zambonies were done and the cleanup crews were starting to finish up. A gruff voice with just a hint of an accent apologized for keeping me waiting. I turned around and about passed out. Number 28 (one of my favorite players)was standing next to me, I ran my eyes up all 6'4" of him and was glad that I was sitting down. He was wearing a nice pair of jeans that fit his muscular legs nicely and a button up shirt that couldn't hide his well built shoulders. His hair was still damp from the shower and he had a slight swelling and redness to one eye because of a fight that had put him in the sin bin in the third period.
I reminded myself to close my mouth and breath as he sat down across from me. He had taken the liberty of having food prepared for us and motioned for the waiter to bring it over. This was good because I probably wouldn't have been able to order since I had somehow forgotten how to talk. Snapping my self out of it I forced myself to take a drink and focus, I didn't want to seem like a complete idiot. By the time the waiter had brought our food and Eric had gotten a drink I was coming to my senses. I was able to carry on an intelligent conversation without to much trouble. We kept the conversation light and easy, there were no ackward pauses, it was like we had done this several times before. During our dinner several other players came into the restaurant and introduced themselves before sitting at other tables. It was amazing I was sitting here across from this hot right winger and getting to meet the rest of the team. This restaurant was open to players after games to make them what ever they wanted, it also gave them a chance to relax after a hellish game. Most of the team had made it into the restaurant by the time we had finished eating.
Eric asked if I was ready for the tour and I vaugly remembered myself wanting to go home. What was I thinking of course I wanted to tour the Igloo. I got lost in his piercing eyes as I told him I was ready and he took my hand and led me out the door. He showed me the private suites and another restaurant before we began to decend to the lower levels of the arena. He placed his hand on the small of my back as we walked down the stairs. When we reached the bottom he took my hand again and asked if I wanted to see the locker room? I said yes, I would have looked at the boiler room as long as he didn't let go of my hand. He led me through two big swinging doors and into the locker room. The first thing that hit me was the smell. Locker rooms have a smell, usually sweat and adrenaline, add in a wet cold smell and you got it. Suprisingly it wasn't that bad, then I noticed that the locker room wasn't empty. Half a dozen players were still there. Eric yelled for the rest of the team to come and say "HI". The ones that were dressed came over and asked how I liked dinner or the game, the ones that weren't dressed either took their time dressing or just wrapped a towel around themselves before coming over to meet me. Seven hot, sexy, athletic guys in various stages of dressing, I was in heaven. Eric still holding my hand led me out another door and down a hallway, I instantly knew where we were going, to the ice.
We came out of the tunnel and to the door leading to the ice. I felt my nipples grow hard when the cold air off the ice penetrated my shirt. He opened the door and stepped onto the ice. I hesitated, walking on an ice rink isn't that hard if your wearing decent shoes, I however was wearing high heel boots. He looked at me when I stopped and followed my eyes as I looked down at my feet, he must have read my mind because he stepped back to me and scooped me up in his arms. He carried me to center ice and carefully set me down. I held on to his strong arms until I felt steady on my feet then I began to release him. He said that he didn't trust me and he was going to hold onto me if that was alright with me. I forgot how to speak again and he took that for a yes and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. I looked around the arena and saw the restaurant where we had just been a few minutes ago, so high up it looked smaller than I remembered. I felt that as I was looking around the arena he was staring at me and I looked up to meet his eyes. He was about eight inches taller than me and when I was standing up against his chest looking up at him it was a sizeable difference. He easily lifted me up level with his face and lightly kissed me, when I didn't protest he ran his tongue across my lips and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He parted my lips with his tongue and we began to explore each others mouths. The cold had washed away as my body was now becoming quite warm. He slid his arms from around my waist down to my ass to boost me up higher. When he grabbed my ass he wrapped my legs around his waist and our kisses took on a more forceful need. I could feel him growing hard inside his jeans and couldn't help but grind my pussy against him. I squeezed my legs and arms tighter as he rubbed my ass with his hands. He pulled back from my mouth and told me he had something else to show me. He began to carry me over to the penalty box as our tongues found each other again. He gently put my feet down on the ice, opened the penalty box door, and motioned for me to step inside. He once again wrapped his strong arms around me and told me that when he was in here after his fight he saw me cheering and yelling and couldn't take his eyes off of me. He said that the entire time he was in the sin bin he had one thought in his head and that was of me in there with him, on my knees sucking his hard cock. I got a wicked smile on my lips as I began to unbutton and unzip his jeans. I reached into his jeans and felt his hot cock jump when I touched it, he moaned and rolled his head back. I sank to my knees and ran my hands up and down his cock taking all of it in visually. He looked down at me and using his hand on the back of my head guided my mouth to the tip of his cock. Before placing my mouth on him I asked if this is what he had fantasized about? He said "Oh yes, please, I've been thinking about this since dinner." Our eyes were locked on each others as I slowly licked up the underside of his cock before taking him into my mouth. I massaged his balls as I took him in inch by inch squeezing my lips tighter and sucking as I pulled him from my mouth. He tightened his grip in my hair and began to move his hips back and forth fucking my mouth with his cock. He started to pull out telling me that he was going o cum, I grabbed his ass and relaxing my throat swallowed him down just as he shot his hot cum into my throat. I could feel his cock spasming in my mouth as he unloaded. I slowly pulled him out of my mouth kissing the tip of his cock before I stood up. The look on his face was pure contentment. I pulled him down to my level and kissed him lightly. He picked me up and said that we weren't done. Carring me over to the players bench he set me down over the wall and hopped over himself. He pulled my shirt over my head, unfastened my bra and leaned down to suck on my breasts. Taking one nipple between his lips while rubbing the other with his fingers. My legs grew weak and he lowered me down to straddle the bench. He layed me back on the narrow bench and removed my boots, hastily took down my pants and quickly followed by removing my panties. He straddled the bench and lifted my legs up while lowering his head to my wet pussy. With one long steady lick of his tongue he parted my pussy lips and ended on my clit. I involuntarily lifted my hips to his face and he wrapped his arms around my thighs tighter and pulled my pussy against his warm mouth. He nibbled and bit at my clit making me squirm with delight before lowering his tongue to my opening. I could feel my orgasm building and my arms flailed around looking for something to hold onto. He was alternating back and forth between sucking on my clit and fucking my pussy with his tongue, it became to much and I was going to cum. One of my hands went to his head to hold him in the right spot as I came all over his mouth. I screamed out in pleasure as he sucked the cum from my pussy. The scream echoed through the arena and I suddenly remembered where we were. The cold air had completely gone unnoticed with the heat of our bodies and he quickly brought me back to his attention. I didn't even notice that he had stood up and stripped off his clothes. He straddled the narrow bench again and pulled my thighs to him sinking his hot cock into my wet pussy. Feeling him fill me so completely ripped another orgasm from me and I let out aother scream as I came all over his cock. He rocked slowly in and out of me watching me enjoy the pleasure he was causing. He increased his speed and rubbed my clit causing my orgasm to send more waves crashing through my body. As my orgasm let up a little I asked him to fuck me fast and hard until he filled me with his cum. He pushed my legs up to get a better position and began to pound my pussy with everything he had. I could feel his balls slapping off my ass. He began to moan and I knew he was close. He watched as I reached down and started rubbing my clit to his rhythm. Thats all it took to push him over the edge and I felt his orgasm break just a moment before mine did. His cock pulsed as he unloaded his cum into my pussy mixing it with mine. I lowered my legs and he collapsed on top of me with his cock still in my wet pussy. As we layed there with my arms wrapped around him, we slowly got our breathing back down to a normal level when we heard cheering. He slowly pushed up off me and looked me in the face as we both realized what we were hearing. We turned and looked up at the restaurant where most of the team was pressed against the glass wall looking down at us. Before panic set in I reminded myself that they were up pretty high and couldn't have seen much. When they noticed us looking at them they cheered and yelled even louder. I simply smiled and waved as Eric flipped them the finger before settling back down on my chest. They slowly left the glass wall leaving us to ourselves.
After finding our clothes and getting dressed we shared a few tender kisses and Eric carried me back across the ice. We made our way back through the arena and he walked me to my car. We exchanged phone numbers and he said he would see me again. I drove home in a daze thinking that that couldn't possibly have happened and that there was no way that it would ever happen again.
A few days later I recieved a package in the mail. When I opened it I couldn't believe what was inside. A ticket for the next game and a number 28 jersey.
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