The game began exactly at 7:05PM. After the anthem was played, Joey waved at the beer guy and bought four beers for the group. Trish got a huge kick out of being asked for proof of age from the vendor. Joey didn't want to tell her that it was now policy that everyone consuming alcohol at the
Stadium were supposed to be proofed. Going back to when he first went to a game with his Dad, the minute the beer hit the cup holder in the seat, he started looking for the peanut guy. A beer and a bag of peanuts, it's the law! As his Dad always said, and still does.
There are sounds we grow up with, and the sound of Yankee Stadium is one of them for Joey, even the new one. The sound of a baseball off of a wooden bat is the same as a baby's giggle to him. The sound of Yankee Stadium rising as one to watch the flight of a home run ball and the wall of sound that rumbles through the night air when it lands in some far off seat, never ceased to bring the hair on his neck to a stand.
Trish noticed how different he became. He was so intent on watching the game and only talked between innings. It was kind of what she saw in him the day before at ground zero. How intently he watched the game. She felt it said a lot about who he was. And having experienced his love making , it all made sense. What he did, and as he did it, he focused on only that. She felt that in bed with him. That she was the only one in the world to him at that time. She felt that there was more than a connection being made between them. As she split the peanuts shells, she thought about having to leave the next morning, and what would he think about her after she left. The thought of going home made her feel lost. Yes, he was older than she, considerably so. But she felt safe and he didn't preach to her, like most of the men his age did with her. He talked to her. And when he kissed her, he kissed her. And when he made love to her, she felt as if she was being worshipped.
"Yup, I definitely am going to have a problem saying goodbye to this one." she said to herself.
The game moved fast and she did learn a lot about the tradition and history of the most storied franchise in sports history. Joey explained about the wall with all the numbers on it, how they are up there in the order they were retired in. That's why the 4 (Gehrig) is in front of 3 (Ruth) etc. As she watched the game, she continued to lean into Joe and found herself looking at him more than the action on the field. Secretly, she wished the game was over and they were back at the hotel, but she knew, looking at him, he was not leaving the game early. In the middle of the seventh the entire stadium rose to its feet to sing "God Bless America". They've been doing this at the games since the first game after 9/11. After the bottom of the seventh Lee asked Joey where a good place on the east side might be to go to for some drinks and sights. Joey wrote the address down and told Lee and Bobby they could get a cab if they exited the gate behind home plate. They shook hands and thanked Joe for the ride and the information. They hugged Trish and left.
"Seemed like nice guys." Joe said
"Yeah they are, and they really appreciated your hospitality today." She replied.
The game ended with Frank Sinatra singing "New York, New York", which indicated yet another Yankee victory. And they exited the ballpark and walked to the garage where they parked. Joe pointed across the street at the old stadium, sitting there all dark and surrounded by scaffolding.
"Taking it apart seat by seat and brick by brick to sell to the fans and collectors." Joey told Trish.
"Don't you want a piece of it Joe?"
"Nope, don' t need it. All my memories are right here," he said, pointing at his head.
They reached the garage and he gave the attendant his stub. The attendant disappeared and seconds later Joey's black Pontiac pulled to a stop at the cut out in the curb. Joey handed the guy a five dollar tip and held the door open for Trish. When she got in he closed the door and walked around the front of the car and got behind the wheel. He drove though the streets until he got to the Third Ave. bridge and crossed the Harlem River into Manhattan. He drove down the east side and crossed the island on 59th St. and down Seventh Ave. to her hotel. Again using the hotel's garage, they walked into the lobby, and up to the room.
No sooner did the door close behind them, when Joey grabbed and spun her into his arms. They kissed hard, desperately hard. They both realized the time they had was running down. Soon it would be morning and she'd have her flight back to Atlanta to catch. Clothes flew in all directions, the abandon at which they went at each other was historical. He kissed her body every place he could think of. She held him tightly whenever she could. She took his manhood deeply into her mouth. She wanted to remember every inch, every crevice, vein, and nuance of him. He licked her clit slowly and mercilessly, and listened for her groans of approval. As her orgasms hit her, she sat up to squash her pussy against his face, but still held his cock in her hand. As each orgasm subsided she leaned back down and replaced his prick in her mouth. He gently pushed her off to the side and got off the bed and walked around it to the other side. Once there, he pulled her by the ankles toward the end of the bed. When he got her in the right position, she spread her legs apart and prepared for him to enter her. Joey pushed his hips forward so that just the head of his dick hit the entrance of her vagina. He left it there for an agonizing amount of time. Finally, out of utter frustration, Trish pushed back on it. The result of oral sex and orgasms made her soaked and lubed. His cock slid effortlessly into her and hit the hilt in with the first thrust. She moaned and made a squeaking noise as his manhood hit the stop. Joey grabbed her hips and took over. He drove deep into her and nearly all the way out with each stoke. The only thing that changed was the speed and intensity each stroked signaled to her.
"Oh Joe, Oh Baby....its sooooooo good....you're an animal!" Trish hissed at him.
"I'm cuming Trish...Jesus God!"
He buried it deep inside her and let it fly. He could feel his cum coursing through his penis and out into the warmness of her. He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her as tightly into him as he could without leaving a bruise. Her arms gave out and she fell forward, resting her face on the mattress. Joe continued to hold on to her for minutes as he let the heat of his act subside. When he withdrew, she laid herself out completely on the bed and he knelt on the end and then collapsed along side of her. He grabbed the end of the sheet and pulled it over them. They lay looking at each other, Trish softly caressing his face and his fingertips gently running up and down her side from her hips to her armpit. They kissed deeply and with genuine affection.
Joe looked at her and she noticed his eyes were smiling. "You know if you want, we could put the game on. They replay it at midnight on the YES network."
She laughed and faked punched him in the chest and then mashed her lips into his. He wrapped her up in his arms and sealed the kiss.
"We still got nine or ten hours," Trish said, "So let's not waste a minute!"
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