My Bulldogs had let me down and I had lost a bet. The Dawgs had won the baseball game on Friday, but dropped 2 games on Saturday. This is why I found myself dressed in Kentucky blue standing in a hotel room in Lexington. The payment was a fantasy and I was about to supply a baseball fantasy to remember.
I answered the door in a Kentucky baseball jacket, white thigh high stockings, and six inch heels. As he entered the room he whistled and turned me around. He laughed and said, "You look good in blue, but I don't see how you are going to play baseball in those heels." As I opened the jacket and dropped it to the floor, he caught his breath. He loved women in sexy lingerie and I was wearing a garter belt and bra of white lace lined with royal blue. I reached up to nibble his earlobe and whispered, "We are going to play ball, and you are up to bat."
He slid his arms around my waist and pulled me to him as he backed me against the wall. His lips came down to meet mine, and his tongue easily slipped inside my mouth taking possession. I guess he'd played this game before.
I could feel his excitement building so I moved my hips to ensure we had full body contact. One of his hands reached to cup my ass with a squeeze, as the other moved over my bra caressing my breast with soft strokes. He slipped the lace of my bra down exposing my nipple, and began to roll it between his thumb and finger, tugging gently to bring a moan to my lips.
He left my mouth softly kissing his way to my breast. His warm tongue grazed across my nipple slowly. Then lightly sucking, pulling, and nipping he brought me to a full body tingle. Another moan, but this one was from deep within my chest. He looked up, with a grin saying, "First Base." I immediately replied, "Don't get too confident. It's a long way to home, and you could get thrown out at second." He moved his mouth to the other breast flicking my nipple with his tongue as he mumbled under his breath, "Don't think so."
His hand was already trailing down my side to caress my most sensitive spot through the blue satin panties. He distracted me using his teeth to tug at my nipple, while he slipped my panties to the side and slid his fingers along my dripping folds before penetrating deep into my core. He knew exactly where to apply the perfect amount of pressure. My knees went weak. He continued to manipulate my body until I was trembling. "Safe at second," he purred in a deep voice.
He dropped to his knees, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder gently kissing along the tops of my stockings and the inside of my thighs. As his lips closed in on my center I realize my panties had been removed. When did this happen?? He was going for third and . . . About that time he ran his tongue over that spot and my train of thought was lost. I buried my fingers in his hair, as my pleasure increased with every soft flick of his tongue. He began to glide his tongue in and out, increasing the tempo as his thumb caressed my sweet spot. My juices began to rush; he lapped them like a cat, a Wildcat.
Slowly he replaced his tongue with two fingers as he placed kisses up my body until he whispered in my ear, "I think that was third. Don't guess you are going to get a turn at bat." I wasn't that easy. In one motion I turned his back to the wall and dropped to my knees. I unzipped his pants and freed his hard cock. "You are out! My turn at bat," I said victoriously.
My hand wrapped around his shaft as I licked him from the base to the tip. His eyes closed as my mouth took his swollen head. My hand moved up and down his shaft as I held him in my mouth, sucking gently. With each pump of my hand I took him deeper into my mouth. As his breathing quickened, I realized how close he was, so I popped my mouth off of him and bragged, "I believe I just hit a triple."
I turned around and went down on all fours, wagging my tail at him. "Come on, it's time for a win doggie style." He laughed and rubbed himself up and down preparing to enter, when he stopped. He leaned over, put his hands next to mine, his mouth just a breath away from my ear and he growled, "You are out at home plate." He then proceeded to squeeze both of my breasts, pinching my nipples hard, before scraping his fingernails down my sides to grab my hips. As he drove deep in to my center, causing my walls to grip tightly around him, he loudly proclaimed his victory,"Babe, that home run was all Wildcat!!" We continued to ride the passion until we collapsed on the floor. As we caught our breath, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me close, and whispered, "I'll race you to the bed and you can try for 2 games out of 3."