Note: So, I started writing like this as a creative outlet a while ago but rarely shared with anyone. After some encouragement, I've decided to step out into the world of smut. Feedback welcome! Enjoy!
It was another weekend tournament for my son's travel-soccer team. I'd gotten pretty used to these, and since my daughter always has something going on at home, it's usually just me and my son making these trips. This weekend is no different. Over the weekend of a tournament, you get to know the other parents on the team. We talk on the sidelines, we go out to lunch, we stay up drinking and carrying on in the hotel lobby. Since the whole team usually stays in the same hotel, the kids have a blast. They hit the pool or get together and play video games, basically getting into the kind of trouble you'd expect boys to get into.
I arrived at the first game about 20 minutes early. I set up my camp chair near midfield and did some scrolling on my phone while the boys were doing warm-ups. I saw her walking up the sideline out of the corner of my eye and glanced up. She smiled at me.
"Hi!" she said. "Anyone sitting here?” she asked, motioning to the spot next to me.
"Looks like you are," I replied, winking like a man who hasn't flirted in 20 years.
She unfolded her chair and sat down next to me. I slipped my phone into a pocket as she made small talk about the weather and how well the boys have played this year. We had talked at these things before, but this was the first away tournament where neither of our spouses could make it, and both of us were there with just our sons.
As we chatted about nothing, more parents filed in, everyone greeting one another waiting for the game to start. The teams trotted out onto the pitch into their formations and the referee blew the whistle.
"That's your son, right? The ridiculously tall striker?" she asked.
"Sure is," I responded. “I think he might be taller than everyone on the field.”
"He's a cutie. I bet the girls love him," she said.
"He's getting some attention, mostly from my daughter's friends," I explained. "I'm not sure he knows what to do with it, he seems oblivious most of the time".
She looked at me just over her sunglasses, "He looks a lot like you.”
"So, you think I'm a cutie?" I responded, expecting to get a blush out of her. I always loved flirting with soccer moms, and the few times I talked with her were always a little flirty.
She raised her eyebrows and shrugged, looking at me with a coy little smirk. Somehow, I'm the one who ended up blushing.
We spent the rest of the game swaying a conversation between flirty and platonic.
“When I was in high school,” she said, “My brother played travel soccer. My mom quickly morphed into a full-on ‘soccer mom’, minivan and all”
“Was she loud?” I asked
“Oh yeah, you could hear her from the parking lot. My brother begged her not to come or to at least be quieter,” she said. “What’s funny is that I swore I would never become a soccer mom. Now look at me. Folding chair, minivan, shirt with my son’s number, the works.”
“Are you loud though?” I asked.
“Not typically, but there are ways bring it out of me,” she said, swinging her knees back and forth. My brain picked up the implication about 45 minutes later.
“Well, from my experience, I can tell you that soccer moms are undefeated and not just in loudness,” I remarked. “Out of all the sports-moms, the soccer moms are the hottest.”
"So, you think I'm hot, then. Good to know," she said.
"Well, you are a soccer mom," I fire back. We smiled at each other like idiots as the referee’s whistle trilled three times.
I looked at her with awkward concern and wondered aloud, "Um. Do you know if we just won or lost?"
She winced with a clenched smile and shrugged.
The team's second game was just after lunch. I arrived just before her and set my chair up in an open spot on the sideline just big enough for two people.
She arrived a minute or two later, whipped her chair open beside me, sat down, and said, "I hope no one was sitting there".
"Just you," I responded, winking.
I smirked as she pulled her chair right to the edge of a socially acceptable distance between us. She scooted an inch closer as she sat down, curling her legs up so her knees were an inch from where my hand lay on the armrest.
She looked me over with a smile. "You’ve got a little fuzz on her shirt," she said, reaching up and plucking a tiny piece of lint from chest. Her hand lingered a second, and as she continued to get increasingly familiar with me, I responded in kind.
Saturday night at a tournament is a time for both the boys and the parents to unwind. The boys spend the time having fun and bonding as a team. Meanwhile, the parents enjoy the evening socializing in the hotel bar and lobby, getting to know one another over drinks and card games.
I would make my way down that way around 6pm. I showered off the sunscreen and sweat of the day, slipped into a comfortable t-shirt and a pair of grey gym shorts that have, on occasion, been described as "a little slutty".
I walked my way to the elevator, soccer kids in bathing suits running past me. I pressed the "down" arrow at the elevator and nod hello to the anti-social dad getting ice. As the doors slid open, I looked up and saw her, leaning back against the wall, hands on to her side resting on the railing. Our smiles synced as I casually placed myself next to her.
"You have to stop following me everywhere," she joked. "People will start to think we're up to something". Her lower lip curled in as she popped her eyebrows. While I tried to think of something clever to say in response, the elevator chimed, retracting the doors to the hallway leading into the lobby. We threaded our way through another gaggle of soccer players and walked towards the lobby.
She was dressed casually flirty, showing a little cleavage. Her shorts hugged the shape of her ass perfectly. "You look cute tonight," I commented with a smile.
Before she could respond, another parent bellowed her name and ushered her over to the table full of soccer moms, laughing and shouting to the chagrin of a clearly overworked and stressed-out front desk clerk.
We both drifted off between the various little subgroups of parents throughout the evening. Every few minutes I'd find myself looking around for her, spotting her across the room only to catch her glance right back at me and smile. In between the cross-room glances and flirty smiles, I tried to pry myself away from a group and make my way over to her. Every time I broke free from one set of tipsy soccer parents, another would pull me into their conversation.
Most parents prefer to act their age during this type of get-together, and the crowds usually thin out by 8pm. That night was no exception. I had taken a seat with some of the more immature parents at a couple of pushed-together bar tables, having just about given up on spending much time flirting.
"Whelp," the dad to the right of me said with a stretch. "I'm gonna call it a night."
I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I looked over to see no one standing there. I turned my head to the right to see her sitting in the recently vacated chair, giggling a little at her gag.
"I hope no one was sitting here," she said.
“I saved it for you," I said with another wink.
As the conversation started to dry out, someone suggested we play cards. After struggling to figure out a game that can involve a half dozen adults, someone suggested something called "drug dealer".
The game isn’t complicated. Each person gets one card, looking at it without showing it to anyone else. The ace is the drug dealer. The king is the cop. The rest of us are customers. The object is simple: The dealer must sell drugs to each customer without the cop catching them.
"Wait, how do I 'sell drugs'”, she asked, finger quotes in the air, “without the cop seeing me do it?"
"You have to communicate with the customers without the cop catching you," I explained. "You can do that however you want. It can be a tap on the table. A wink. A lip bite. You just have to signal with enough subtlety that the cop doesn't see you, but the customer does. And if a customer sees you make a gesture toward them, they flip their card and say 'Sold'. If you get every customer's card turned over without the cop figuring out who you are, you win the round."
"But how do I know who the cop is?" she asked.
"Well, ideally, you don't. Sometimes you can figure it out but not knowing is part of the game. You might end up trying to sell drugs to an undercover cop," I said.
Four or five rounds went by, both her and I were customers each time.
Once more, the cards were dealt. I lifted the corner of my card and saw 4the King of Hearts.
I started looking carefully around the table, trying not to be obvious.
"Sold," one of the dads said. Another followed quickly after. "SOLD BITCHES", the woman across from me shouted. The front desk clerk, at the end of his rope with us, walked over and politely asked us to keep it down.
One by one the cards were flipped. Somehow, I didn't see a single thing. "*This dealer is pretty damned good*," I thought to myself.
Finally, 3 of us were left. When this happens, the game gets particularly fun.
I looked around the table, card still face down. She looked back, hers was as well. The dealer was either her or the dad across from me. We looked back and forth at each other, trying to sort out who was playing each part.
I looked over at her, staring at her, trying to get her to make a move. I was sure she held the ace. She simply turned her head a little and smiled. Slowly, I looked over at the other dad at the table. He was very clearly trying not to laugh.
I felt her hand on my bare leg, the hair on my neck stood on end and visible goosebumps flowed down my arms. She started sliding her hand slowly up my leg. My heart felt like it missed a beat as she inched up higher, moving the leg of my shorts up, then higher again. I felt the blood start to rush down my body. Shifting a little to adjust myself, she squeezed my leg and quickly let go.
I grinned at her mischievously. Flipping my card, I said to her in a firm voice “You’re under arrest ma'am”.
She flipped over the ace in front of her.
“So, are you going to frisk me, officer?" she playfully pouted, holding “frisk” on her lips in a way that sent another wave of goosebumps over me. I seductively grinned and popped my eyebrows at her.
“Wow,” the other dad said, clocking the tension between us. His eyes widened and surveyed the rest of the group for a reaction. Most of the parents were half-paying attention by then, a little too tipsy to focus. He shook his head and joked, “I think I hear my wife calling me”, standing up and to make his way to the elevator
“Is this game always so scandalous?” the mom at the end of the table drunkenly blurted out while the rest of the group started packing up, silently deciding that the party was over.
"Are y’all going to bed already?" the front desk clerk said with subtly sarcasm. “Enjoy the rest of your evening!”
As we stood up, both of us waiting for the other to push us closer to a bedroom, our boys ran up with a few others and asked if they could go watch a movie in her room. I shrug and tell my son to have fun and not stay up too late.
"As long as the other parents know where you are". she told them. They turned and ran off toward the elevator, leaving us as the last two people in the lobby.
"Well crap," she said, pursing her lips, "I was literally going to go watch a movie myself."
"Well, my room is empty. It came with a TV and I'm pretty sure it can play movies," I said, words dripping with implication.
"You think we should go.... watch a movie? in your room? alone?" she said, acting shocked that I would suggest such a thing.
My heart dropped for a split second as every conversation of the day raced through my mind, wondering if I misread her.
After watching me clearly squirm for a second or two, her lips curled into a satisfied smile.
I let out a relieved chuckle, stretching my hand in the direction of the elevator, "Shall we?"
We made our way to the elevator and waited for the doors to open. As they did, another tangle of soccer players in swimsuits scampered out. We walked into the lift, tapped the 3rd floor button and both leaned against the back wall. As the doors closed, a rotund and clearly inebriated man stumbled on board and jammed his finger into the "2" button, leaning his head against the wall.
We looked back and forth at each other for a moment. As the lift slowed to the second floor, the man suddenly belched like an ogre. Nearly letting the doors shut on him, he stumbled out. We looked at each other and laughed. The stench of cheap beer hung in the air as she put her hands over her face and turned to me, still laughing. Leaning into me, she rested her forehead on my chest for a split second.
“That was foul!” she said.
I instinctively put my hand on her hip and laughed, "That man is gonna sleep well tonight".
The doors opened to the third floor, and we meandered toward my room, standing far closer than friends do. We were close enough that our hands kept brushing up against one another. As touched, she playfully took my hand in hers, held it for a split second, smiled then released it.
"Ladies first," I said, opening the door. As I wondered for a second how dorky I just sounded, she walked into the room with me following close behind, my eyes glanced down at her ass.
She turned around as the door shut and walked towards me. My heart started beating harder while she slipped past me, touching my shoulder and staring into my eyes. I turned my head to see her reach up to the security lock on the door and swing it into place.
Looking over her shoulder, she seductively bit her lower lip, turned, and floated to me with her eyes locked in mine. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears, louder with every step she took towards me. Her hands rose up to my chest as mine found her hips, gently pulling her closer.
"I can feel your heart beating" she said, breathlessly. I slid my hands around her body, taking her fully into my arms. My lips began drifting to hers.
"It's beating like that for you", I whispered.
The sexual tension we had built throughout the day snapped like a rubber band the instant our lips connected. Softly at first, I kissed her, broke away, kissed her again, broke away. Our foreheads touched as we looked into each other's eyes with our now unchained feelings of desire. We drew in a deep synchronized breath, smiled, then passionately connected, tangling our tongues up as my hands slid down over her ass and pulled her tight against my body.
Her hands dropped down my chest, below my waist for a second, feeling me throbbing through my shorts. Her fingers drifted over me then snuck up under my shirt. Her hands caressed my chest before quickly lifting my shirt over my head and tossing it carelessly aside. My hands ran up under the back of her shirt, then under the waistline of her shorts, over her bare ass, then back up lifting her shirt off to be tossed with mine. I snapped open the clasp of her bra, she wiggled it off and threw her arms around me.
Kissing my way around her neck, I whispered into her ear, "I want you so bad". I clutched my hands to her ass, lifting her body up off the ground. Her legs wrapped around me as I moved backwards towards the bed. Our tongues continued to dance while I sat down on the bed, her body wrapped around mine. Her hands glided across my chest as she pulled away from me. The fire in her eyes awakened a fierce sense of being desired, something I hadn’t felt in far too long.
Straddling me, she leaned down and planted her lips firmly on mine. Her hips rhythmically pulsed as mine pressed into her. She broke from my lips and started kissing my chest. Sliding down off me, quickly pulling my shorts off. My cock sprang out, already dripping with desire. Her hands moved up my legs, onto my chest, then back down, wrapping around my cock and gently stroking me while she teased me with her lips and tongue, kissing all around my stomach and hips while stroking me. She ran her tongue from base of my cock slowly up to the tip. My muscles tightened, my head tilted back, and I let out a deep groan of desire. Satisfied that she had teased me long enough, she wrapped her lips around me, my hands running through her hair. She took more of me into her mouth, switching between sucking and licking while her hand stroked me. My eyes rolled back. This was divine, unlike anything else I’d experienced. She continued, bringing me to the edge and holding me there, reveling in the sense of total control over my pleasure.
Once she was satisfied with her work, she looked up at me and drew a deep, passionate breath. I leaned forward, my hands slid up her arms and I pulled her up onto me, kissing any part of her that I could reach while I flipped her on her back in one quick motion. She let out a little yelp of surprise, her arms raised in front of her. I climbed over the top of her, my hands sliding over her breasts while I kissed her chest. Her nipple between my fingers, I squeezed a little. I kissed my way up her neck while her hands clenched my back.
"I wanna taste you" I whispered in her ear. She purred with delight while I ran my tongue down her chest, pinching her nipple between my lips while my other hand slowly slid down her stomach, under her shorts over the top of her pussy. I could feel the heat of lust radiating from between her legs.
"You're so wet", I said with a growl.
"So wet for you," she breathed in response.
Kissing her stomach, I placed my hands on her waist and slid her shorts off. Her panties were almost transparent from how soaking wet she was. I kissed her over the top of them, then slowly pulled them off her body. I crawled back over her, holding myself above her. I took a second just to stare at her body.
"God damn, you are **so** fuckin sexy," I said, my head crashing back down to her body. I kissed every part of her body I could, leaving no part of her untouched. I started glided my lips up her inner thighs, moving higher and higher until I could feel the heat from her pussy on my cheek. My hands slid up over her curves while I ran my tongue gently over her lips. I traced up and down a couple of times. As her hips rose, begging me for more, my tongue parted her lips and pressed up against her clit. I slid over her hood and back down while my hands played with her breasts. I could feel her rise and fall with the rhythm of my movements. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned while my tongue danced on her clit.
I brought my hand back down her curves and up her leg. Still massaging her clit with my tongue, I slid my middle finger into her pussy. My finger traced circles inside her, quickly finding the spot that could push her over the edge. I started applying more pressure with both my tongue and my finger. "Don't stop," she insisted. Hearing her signal, I locked into the movement. Her moans become louder and louder.
Her breath hitched a couple of times, moans shortned. "Oh my god I'm gonna cum" she said, trying not to yell it.
I could feel the orgasm rush through her. Her legs trembled before pressing against my head; her pussy pulsed and quivered in my hand. She moaned with ecstasy while the orgasm raced over her body.
I looked up with a satisfied grin.
"I need you to fuck me right now," she said, breathlessly.
I climbed up her body, again kissing every part of her I could, then sat up between her legs and began running my cock up and down her pussy. She grasped her hands on my thighs.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" I teased softly.
"Please, I need it" she said, biting her lip with anticipation.
Once more, I slid up between her lips, then back down. Gliding my cock inside her, I pressed myself hard into her hips. Swaying in and out, I massaged her clit with my thumb. “Fuck,” she moaned, holding onto the word through her entire breath.
Her hands wandered up my arms and nudged me sideways. She wanted to take control, and I flipped onto my back, happy to yield to her desire. Her hair draped down on my face as she leaned down over me. I looked up into her eyes as she took my cock inside her. She lifted herself just enough for me to see my cock glistening, soaked from her desire. She pressed back down and rolled her hips, grinding on my cock.
"You feel so fuckin good," I said.
She rested her hands on my chest as she smiled, eyes closed, and head tilted slightly up. The movement of her hips echoed up her body as she rolled back and forth over me.
"I want to feel you cum on my cock," I said.
She moaned in response, her chest rising to lead her hips forward against me, then back, moving faster with each pulse. My hands caressed her thighs as she felt me touch her deep inside. Her hands fell on mine, our fingers interlaced, and she looked deep in my eye. This was the rhythm for her. I stared at her, dancing on my cock, taking in the moment. In the moment, I wondered if this was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Our bodies had connected so perfectly, like each was designed specifically to bring the other to pure ecstasy.
Her breathing hitched, out then in, quickly. Again.
"Cum for me," I demanded.
Her breath hitched one more time as she went over the edge. I felt her legs clamp tight against me as she nearly screamed with the pleasure of the orgasm ripping through her body. Just watching her cum brought me right to the edge of it myself. I held back. I wanted more.
She started rocking gently as she came down from the climax. I sat up and wrapped my arms tightly around her.
“I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” she said, completely out of breath.
I kissed her neck and whispered in her ear "good girl".
She pressed her lips to mine as I turned her onto her back. Her legs wrapped around me, I pressed myself into her, hands clasped on her ass. I rocked myself back and forth on her pussy a second before pulling out a little then crashing back into her. Then again. Again. Faster. Picking up the tempo while I kissed her neck and bit her earlobe. I growled as I picked up speed, fucking her almost as hard as I can.
I grabbed her hand in mine, our fingers interlaced, my other arm propping me up just enough to look into her eyes. I guided her arm just over her head, pinning it there, squeezing. I was enveloped in the moment, nothing else existed. I felt her pussy firing every single nerve on my cock.
"Cum for me" she said, as our bodies collided with every bit of passion and desire I’d ever known. I was at the cliff, ready to topple over. “Cum inside me” she whispered, pushing me right over it. My face tingled. I looked into her eyes, our foreheads touched. The euphoria echoed in waves across my chest and arms, into my hips. The sounds I made were animalistic and raw as I pressed my hips hard against her and released everything I had. Her legs wrapped around my hips and held me tight while the waves of ecstasy crashing over me eventually subsided.
Collapsing onto her, "That was fuckin amazing" I breathlessly whispered.
She kissed my cheek and sighed with satisfaction. "Wanna go again?"