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“I’ve never done it in a skybox before,” she purred.
“Looks like you can check it off your bucket list then, sugar,” I reply.
She gives me a seductive little smile. “Anybody ever say you sound just like Matthew McConaughey when you talk?”
I look at her and smile. “Is that a good thing?”
“It’s definitely a good thing,” she says. “It’s sexy.”
I flash her a devilish little grin. “Well, alright, alright, alright.”
She giggles and goes back to giving me a mind-blowingly amazing blowjob. I look at the packed stadium outside the windows of my skybox and smile. I love football – almost as much as I love a good blowjob. But football is the thing I’m most passionate about in life. I’ve loved it since I was a kid, when my dad used to take me to the games. That love affair only grew stronger when my dad, founder of the Keating Technologies empire, bought an NFL team – the San Antonio Copperheads. Which, automatically became my favorite team.
I remember going to the games with him when I was a kid. Dreamed of wearing the black and copper colored uniforms, of making big plays on Sundays. I remember sitting in the big luxury box above the field and taking it all in, thinking it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I remember going down onto the sidelines and into the locker room to meet some of the players – some of my idols growing up.
Of course, back then, I never imagined taking in the games the way I currently was – sitting in my luxury box in a stadium packed to the rafters with screaming fans – and having a gorgeous little blonde face down in my lap working my cock like she had something to prove.
I tangle my hands in her hair, giving it a firm pull as she works her mouth and hand in unison on my thick, hard shaft. She looks up at me with a flirty little smile and a sexy little gleam in her eyes as she traces the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock, stroking me at the same time.
The crowd outside the luxury box roars, making me smile down at her.
“Damn, darlin’, you’re so good, you can get a stadium of sixty-five thousand people on their feet,” I say, knowing full well that nobody can see through the smoked glass tinting of the windows.
“Shut up,” she giggles. “I would kill you if anybody could see us. What would my momma think?”
“Honey, I gotta believe she’d think she raised a damn fine young woman.”
She smacks my thigh playfully and then squeezes the base of my cock nice and hard before taking all of it back into her mouth. She tightens her mouth around me, moving her head up and down, licking and sucking hard and fast. I lean my head back on the chair and moan, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“You locked the door behind you when you came in, didn’t you, sweetheart?” I ask.
She nods and mumbles – it’s probably a little difficult for her to talk with her mouth full. She keeps moving her head up and down though, cupping my balls and giving them a firm squeeze, making my breath catch in my throat. This girl has the whole sweet, Catholic, girl-next-door look about her, but there is nothin’ innocent about this one – which I’m very happy about. Obviously.
I look at the door again, hoping she actually had locked it. The last thing I want is for somebody to walk in on us during our little tryst. Not that it would be the first time I’d been caught screwing one of the hospitality girls in my skybox. I’m not big on putting on shows for people though. Believe it or not, but I do have some morals – a few, anyway.
I glance at the clock and realize halftime is coming to an end soon. I need to speed things up so I don’t miss any of the game. Or the meeting I have scheduled that I’m already dreading.
I pull the girl to her feet and then stand up. She giggles and licks her lips seductively. She is a gorgeous little thing – no more than twenty-two or twenty-three-years-old, five foot three, a hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet, with blonde hair, deep green eyes, and a luscious, curvy, deliciously tight little body. A body I can most definitely get used to banging.
And if she behaves herself, maybe we’ll just have to have an encore performance at next week’s game.
Leaning down, I kiss her hard, cupping her breasts through her tight white uniform shirt. She wraps her legs around my waist when I pick her up and carry her over to the bar, sitting her down on top of it. I kiss her neck as I work at the buttons on her shirt, finally getting it undone.