Sexy Vanilla Erotica
"Chris Takes the Mound" a sex story by Angela Sargenti
The first time he called me darlin’, I felt my pulse race. The second time, I just wanted to hold him and, by the third, I knew he was coming home with me.
I’m not usually into baseball players, but my God, he was six-feet-two, two-hundred pounds of hot, willing man, with a nice strong chest and shoulders and awesome biceps. His hair was kind of long, too, which I liked--much longer than I expected in a jock—and I told him so.
“It’s for cancer kids,” he told me. “They’ll cut my hair on camera before the game one of these days.”
He also had the kind of five-o’clock shadow that meant me he probably had to shave at least twice a day to keep from looking scruffy, and I wanted those whiskers rasping my thighs at the earliest possible moment.
I felt his hand in the small of my back as he steered me toward the car, careful of the traffic in the street.
Please help me, Lord, I thought. He even has manners!
I was aware of the occasional glance of admiration Chris gave my legs as he sat beside me in the passenger seat, and it gratified me, made me want to impress him. I raced up and down the steep hills in my little Mercedes convertible, shifting gears like a pro and feeling extra sexy as I worked the clutch in my high heels.
Chris had a happy grin on his face when we finally pulled to the curb in front of my house, and he looked at me with a questioning glance.
“Where are we?”
“My place. Do you want to come up and have a drink?”
I watched as Chris’s smile grew more intimate and he turned a little in his seat, twigging right away to what I was really asking, his glance sweeping over my body in quite an agreeable manner.
“A drink?” he asked with a lift of his eyebrows. “I’d love to.”
Once I got him upstairs, Chris didn’t disappoint at all.
We were barely in the door before we were all over each other, and he took my head in his hands and kissed me so thoroughly I thought I’d die right there pressed between the palms of his hands.
He was considerate and yet surprisingly assertive, taking charge in such a non-alarming way I had no choice but to be delighted. He led me to my own couch and sat me down on it as he proceeded to hike up my skirt, remove my panties and introduce me to the best oral sex I’d ever had in my life.
He eased my knees apart and bent his head to me. I gasped as I felt his flattened tongue sweep firmly against my clit, felt a thick finger slide into my opening. I hooked my legs over Chris’s shoulders and used them to pull him in closer as I arched against him, his rough razor-stubble rasping against my inner thighs the way I’d imagined earlier.
My fingers twined in his long, thick hair, and he let me move about and moan and groan as much as I liked, chuckling wickedly as I writhed beneath his expert touch. The feeling of being so fully dressed while still so utterly exposed turned me on incredibly and before I knew it, I felt my body seize up as a powerful climax hit me hard, wrenching a cry from my throat.
I rode his face like a wild beast and then, coming down off this high, I swore to myself there was no way Chris was getting out of here without experiencing the same kind of pleasure from me.
“Aw, darlin’,” he said when I finally let him up for some air, “you’re just about the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
Sighing, I smiled and pulled him up to join me on the couch, because I wasn’t done with him by half.
“Why are you still dressed?” I asked him sassily.
“You’re still dressed.”
“Not for long.”
I didn’t say another word; I just stood up and took him by the hand, leading him into my bedroom where we could be more comfortable. Once inside, I turned to face him and, without a word, I peeled back Chris’s jacket and unknotted his tie, sliding it out of his collar and tossing it carelessly onto a nearby chair. When I began working the buttons on his shirt, though, he seized my hands in his and kissed them, one after the other, his eyes on my face the whole time.
“Get over here,” he growled, pulling me closer as he began to kiss me all over again.
I could taste myself on his breath and that, too, aroused me. I started to work his buttons again, impatient to get his shirt off and finally have a look at him, but when I yanked it down his arms, I found his cuffs were still done up and he was trapped there.
“Now where are you going?” I asked in a husky voice, my fingertips brushing his jaw. I reached up and sucked his earlobe into my mouth before letting my tongue glide down the same rough trail my fingers had just taken.
Chris undid his cuffs himself and flung the shirt aside.
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“I’ll show you where I’m going,” he told me, lifting me up off my feet as if I weighed nothing. He deposited me on the bed and kicked off his shoes so he could crawl up beside me.
As I reached down to unclasp the tiny silver buckles on my own shoes, Chris stilled my hand.
“No, darlin’, leave ‘em on,” he said. “Except you won’t be needing this top.”
One of his arms snaked around me then and he cradled me in his arms, using both hands to undo the little buttons, then he tipped my shoulders up so my blouse could be got rid of.
He eased me back down and his mouth sought mine as he kissed me roughly. I reached for him at once, my head swimming in sensation, and I could feel the rock-solid hardness of him through his trousers.
Suddenly, getting them off was all I could think of, and all I wanted was to feel him inside me.
Chris seemed to feel my rising need and he broke off the kiss to concentrate on his belt buckle and fly. I sat up a little and assisted him, shoving his trousers and his underpants down to his knees and he finished the job for me, kicking them the rest of the way off and ditching his socks before turning to me again.
In the meantime, I took off my bra and skirt. He looked so pleased to see me sitting there in nothing but my stockings and heels that it emboldened me and I gently pushed him down onto his back so I could straddle him, a move I’ve never been brave enough to make before without some encouragement on the man’s part.
Once he was finally inside me, I closed my eyes and let myself be transported again. I rocked forward, just a little bit at first, his hands on my boobs to support me. I opened my eyes and he was so lovely, all that long, dark hair spread out around his head like a halo.
I learned this trick when I first started out, of clenching my pussy muscles so I can squeeze the guy’s dick from the inside, and I was quite good at it now. I braced my hands against his chest and gave it a try and he opened his eyes, a delighted smile on his lips.
“Oh, darlin’, you keep doing that and you’re going to find yourself in trouble.”
“Yeah?” I grinned, releasing for a second and then squeezing again, but this time, a little harder.
He raked his hands through his hair.
“Oh, darlin’, you’re going to make me come!”
“We have all night. Come as many times as you want.”
Suddenly it was like he couldn’t take it any more, and he flipped me down onto my back and lanced me with his cock. I laced my ankles around his back and spread out as much as I could beneath him, loving the way his shaft felt as it pistoned in and out of my hot, hungry cunt.
“Fuck me hard, Chris, hard as you want to. Tear me apart. Make my pussy weep, it feels so good.”
“Keep up that dirty talk, darlin’, and I’m not sure I can hold out much longer.”
“I want you to come, Chris! Right now! Come inside me, I want to feel it spurt out inside me, all of it!”
He slammed his dick into me as far as it would go, so far his balls swung against my puckered little hole in the rear and I felt him release.
I took him in my arms and cooed and petted him until he recovered, then we made love again, only this time much more slowly and less like two animals in heat.
I said less.
I didn’t say completely.
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Copyright July 2011, Angela Sargenti
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