1. Going to the Ballgame


    Date: 10/8/2017, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    honey. It’s the name my momma gave me.” “Okay, Bubba,” I said. He laughed but I saw him checking me out too. I wore the same jeans I’d had on at the game; tight and low cut. I wore an old, worn out Alice In Chains t-shirt I stole from my s****r, one which I cut short, showing plenty of midriff. I managed to get out of the house braless, too. Of course he’s looking. He took me two towns over to a roadhouse. The place looked like one of those Country music shitholes, which sucked, but what could I do. I was his date after all. I wondered how he was going to get me past the liquor Gestapo without proper ID, but he was a regular and they all knew him. They looked the other way and I quickly had a beer in front of me. “Georgie, before you and me get better acquainted, I want your age. No bullshit either.” When I told him, he just nodded and took a drag on his beer bottle. “You’re younger than I thought,” he eventually said. “Is that a problem?” I said with my best ‘flirt-face.’ He laughed that easy chuckle I sensed was his nature, “Nope, not a problem with me, sweetheart.” We talked mostly about his baseball career so far and things about baseball in general. He was good at telling stories about crazy things that ballplayers did. By the time I finished my second beer, I found myself laughing at even the silliest of stories he told me. I openly told him about my tree-climbing adventures and how my neighbor took my virginity after I spied on him. He sure perked up when I told him ...
    that story. I also kept saying how he was my favorite player. Over and over. He thought about it for a while but eventually ordered me another beer. Some Country crap was playing on the juke box, and Dale asked me if he could teach me some southern dance steps. I thought that line dancing stuff was stupid but tonight I wouldn’t turn down anything he asked of me. He stood behind me and guided me through some moves. I kind of got into it right away, but maybe that was the beer’s doing. It might have been a move to test the waters, but after a while his hands tentatively brushed my breasts. I reacted by leaning back against him. With no bra, my nipples stiffened and got right out there. I took a furtive glance around the bar and it seemed as if every male eye in the place was watching us, probably lost in their own fantasy, yet unlike the professional ballplayer they weren’t going to score later with the teenager with the big tits. Oh yeah, he was going to score. Maybe a grand slam. Definitely a game-winner. After another beer (or was it two?) we left and he drove straight to a motel. I said, before he got out of the car, “You’re a bad boy. You’ve done this before.” “I never tell,” he said. As he sauntered toward the motel office, I watched his ass move and creamed my panties again. He came out shortly with a key, which he tossed to me. He moved the car into one of the motel’s regular parking spaces and we went into the room which was at the end of the building. He’d pulled a ...
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