I couldn’t believe my luck.
I was on the Snag a Seat app, which shows last minute, available tickets for sporting events and concerts. Someone posted that they had a ticket to the Kansas vs. North Carolina basketball game here in Las Vegas—one of the biggest games of the year. And they were asking for an impossibly low amount for the seat. I filled out my information quickly and snapped it up.
I got to the arena with plenty of time to spare. I got through security without
a hitch and wandered the concourse looking for the right section. I grabbed a
beer, double checked the ticket on my phone, located the right section, and
made my way to my seat on the end of the row.
The seat was perfect: lower bowl of the arena at center court about halfway up. Why was this seat so cheap? I wondered to myself. Did I get scammed?
“Excuse me,” I heard a voice say. “I need to get to that seat next to you.”
I was snapped out of my thoughts and turned to look at who was speaking to me. I found myself staring at a zaftig woman with curly brown hair that ran partway down her back. Her brown eyes gazed at me from behind a pair of black framed glasses. She had a small ring piercing her nose. She moved a couple of loose strands of hair behind her left ear as she gave me a quizzical look.
It took me a second to respond; my brain stopped working as soon as I saw her. I’m an idiot like that sometimes when it comes to beautiful women. And I definitely thought she was beautiful.
“Sorry. Um, here, let me get up,” I said as I stood up. I was a good seven inches taller than her. She squeezed past me, her plump ass accidentally grazing my crotch as she slid by. I gulped and started to cough to cover up the audible sound that gulp made.
I sat back down, turned to her, and gave her a small smile as I carefully locked my hands and placed them on my lap to cover the bulge that had started to form against my will. Trying to distract myself to give time for my hard-on to subside, I said, “Hi. I’m Aaron.”
“Michelle. Nice to meet you,” she said, offering me her hand, which I shook. We made small talk as the teams came on to the court for warmups. We learned that we lived not too far from each other in the southwest part of town. As the players were running through the layup lines, she pulled off the jacket that she was wearing. I saw that she was wearing a Kansas t-shirt.
I chuckled slightly and said to her, “Oh, you’re a Jayhawk, huh?”
“Yep. Been a fan my whole life. Why?”
I smiled and said, “I’m a Tarheel. Class of 2005.”
“Oh, no,” she groaned.
“Don’t worry,” I said reassuringly. “I’m not one of those crazy, trash-talking kinds of fans. I just hope this is a good game for both of us.”
“Agreed,” she said.
“You know, I wasn’t even going to be here tonight. I just happened to find the ticket online at the last second. I guess someone couldn’t make it. Maybe you were supposed to be sitting next to a fellow Jayhawk.”
“Well, yeah. I’m the one who posted the ticket. I was supposed to be here with my now ex-boyfriend. I caught the fucker cheating on me a couple of weeks ago. I wasn’t going to let the ticket go to waste. So, I put it on Snag a Seat.”
She leaned over a whispered in my ear, “I just wasn’t expecting to have such a good-looking seatmate,” as her nails grazed the inside of my thigh. The erection that had started to subside was suddenly reinvigorated.
I shifted in my seat and cut her a glance. She had a devious smirk on her face, as if she enjoyed the discomfort that I was suddenly feeling. It was time for the National Anthem, as everyone in the arena rose. All of me was standing at attention.
It was time for the game, but I was having trouble focusing. I looked over at Michelle, but she was staring at the court, intently watching the game. It was as if she had flipped a switch and become nothing more than another fan in attendance. I shook my head and decided that I would just focus on the game, too.
Both teams came out playing hard at the neutral site. They were evenly matched, and the first half ended in a 40-40 tie. As the echoes of the horn signaling halftime rang through the arena, people started to shuffle around, stretching, or heading up to the concourse for the bathroom or concessions. Michelle stood up and said, “Excuse me. I’ll be right back. Do you need anything?”
“I’m good, thanks,” I replied. She passed by me, facing me this time. She looked me in the eyes as she slid past, one of her hands lingering on my crotch as she exited the row. I turned and watched her sashay up the stairs and sank back into my seat.
What the fuck is happening right now? I thought. I am shy by nature and only consider myself to be moderately attractive, so I was not used to getting hit on in this manner. Maybe she was just looking for revenge sex. All I know I was getting way more than I expected for this ticket. Kind of like two games in one. Let’s see where this goes.
Michelle came back to our row carrying two beers. I stood up to let her pass back by, reaching for one of the beers to lighten her load. I stared into her brown eyes as our hands met. I caressed her fingers as I took the beer from her one hand and I felt her shudder a little bit. “Thank you,” she said. “That’s for you.”
“Seems like I should be thanking you,” I said, raising the beer slightly. “Also, I should probably thank your ex-boyfriend for well, you know.”
“Fucking up royally?” she said as she took a sip. I nodded in agreement. Her nails started to graze my inner thigh again. This time, though, I did the same thing, although I kept my eyes on the court as the teams came back out to warm up for the second half.
I looked up at the video board. They had put up the graphics for the “kiss cam,” where the camera scans the arena looking for couples and try to get them to kiss on screen. I looked at where our hands were and stifled a chuckle. Well fuck, I thought.
Next thing I knew, the camera panned to us. I nudged Michelle in her side and pointed at the screen while laughing. “What should we do?” I asked.
Without hesitating, she faced me and leaned in. Instinct took over and our lips met. Her lips were soft, and she opened her mouth slightly, welcoming my tongue in. The crowd cheered as we kissed, but the sound of them faded away as we made out. This is not where I thought this night was going.
The horn to signal the end of halftime broke through and snapped us both back to attention. We pulled apart and I inhaled deeply. “I…uh…that was…wow,” I stammered.
“Are you always this eloquent, or am I just that lucky?” Michelle asked, smirking.
I took a drink of my beer and tried to collect my thoughts. She removed her hand from my thigh and took my hand which was still on her leg.
“Don’t overthink this,” she said. “Let’s watch the rest of the game.”
The second half was just as intense as the first on the court. In the stands, things were more complicated. This woman sitting next to me was coming on to me, but I knew nothing about her except that she appeared to be angling for revenge sex. She is beautiful and sexy, but this is not how I normally roll.
Kansas pulled away late in the second half and was coasting to an easy victory. With about one minute left to go in the game, Michelle stood up. I did likewise. She silently interlocked her fingers in mine. I felt the sparks immediately. Since I was closer to the exit, I led the way out to the steps and started to exit the seating area. Not a word was said between us as we ascended the steps at a quick pace. Even though I was in the lead at this point, ultimately, I was a follower.
We quickly walked to the down escalator. As soon as we hit the top step, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss. Our hands roamed over each other as we made our way down to the entry level for the arena. As we walked outside, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a keycard.
“I’m in Room 2310. North Tower of Park MGM. Come up in about a half hour.” And with that I watched her shapely ass walk away.
I staggered over to a nearby bench and sat down. “What? The? Fuck?” I said out loud. I looked down at the keycard in my hand. This really can’t be happening, I thought to myself. Okay. I clearly had a choice to make here. I’m single, relatively sober right now, and a woman that I definitely find attractive has invited me up to her room. On the other hand, she could be a complete and utter lunatic and I could wind up dead, the next victim of a Black Widow.
I pulled on a dreadlock and looked at my watch. Time for me to make my choice. I stood up and faced Park MGM. Guess I need to find the entrance, I thought as I started to walk towards the brightly lit casino hotel.
At the appointed time, I exited on the 23rd floor and started to walk down the hall. My pulse was racing with each step as I looked at the room numbers. I stopped in front of the door for room 2310. I tightened my grip on the keycard as my palms were sweating. I took a deep breath and tapped the keycard to the lock. The light flashed green and I opened the door.
“Glad you could make it,” I heard a voice say from the corner of the room as I closed the door behind me. I looked over to see Michelle sitting in a chair on the far side of the room. She was wearing a robe and had done her hair and makeup since we left the arena.
I smiled sheepishly. “Well, uh, there was a second I considered not coming.”
Michelle got out of the chair and opened the robe, revealing a sheer royal blue bra and panty set. She walked over to me, staring me down as she approached. When she reached me, she grabbed my belt and started to undo it, still staring into my eyes. She slid down to her knees, taking my jeans and underwear with her, freeing my dick. She purred appreciatively as she took my rock-hard member in her hands. “Let me make sure you don’t regret coming up here,” she said.
Her tongue reached out and flicked across the head of my dick. A moan escaped from me as she kissed up and down the shaft before taking me deep in her mouth. Her throat was warm and velvety, and she used just enough spit to keep things moving properly.
After a few minutes I said, “Wait, wait, wait.” I tapped her on her shoulders. I took my shirt off as she got off her knees. I pulled her in for a kiss, and unhooked her bra as we started to make out. Much like on the escalator, there were roaming hands again, but now that we were not in public and barely clothed, we were free to explore more intimately.
I kicked my way out of my pants, underwear, and shoes as I maneuvered Michelle towards the bed. As she sat on the edge of the bed, it was my turn to kneel and remove her underwear. I inhaled her scent as I slid the panties down and spread her thighs. I licked my lips before I dove in to lick hers. She moaned as my tongue and fingers went to work on her clit. I slipped one, then two fingers inside her wet pussy, searching for her G-spot as my tongue continued to dance. My fingers found the spot inside her I was looking for, and I picked up the pace with my hand and my tongue.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!” she screamed as I felt
a stream of juices hit my face. I lapped up her nectar greedily as she
shuddered in pleasure. I got off my knees and climbed up onto the bed next to
her. We moved from the edge of the bed up towards the head of the bed and the
pillows. Michelle started to kiss me aggressively, cleaning her juices up off
my face. She was stroking my dick with one hand while she reached over to the
nightstand to grab a condom. I took it from her and put it on as she rolled
onto her back.
I got on my knees between her legs and put the tip of my dick at the edge of her lips. “Don’t tease me,” she whispered. “I want you inside me. Now.” Never one to deny a woman what she wants, I slowly entered her. She sighed deeply as she took all of me.
There is a thought that missionary position is boring. But when it’s your first time with someone, and you seem to be vibing, it can be exciting. And I was excited as Michelle and I kissed as our bodies moved in sync naturally. I was stroking her deeply and slowly. But as we kept going, our pace quickened. Moans, sighs, and grunts were the only sounds that came out of our mouths.
I could feel the point of no return approaching. “I’m gonna cum, Michelle!”
“Cum with me, Aaron. Cum!”
I could feel her squirt on my dick again as I started to erupt inside the condom. Muscles were spasming for both of us as we crested the pleasure threshold at the same time, a well earned release for both of us.
As we started to come down from the orgasms, we looked at each other and smiled.
“Well, looks like our teams weren’t the only ones scoring tonight,” I said.
Michelle hit me with a pillow and laughed. “Believe me, there’s more scoring in your future. I guarantee it.”
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