It was a typical junior kids’ footy match with parents cheering on their kids from the boundary fence, their cars parked behind them. My son was playing particularly well today as I watched from the side. It was my usual ‘Saturday morning’ ritual in the small town where I lived. His dad was often away on business over the weekend.

“Yes, yet again!” I sighed out loudly, totally frustrated.

Everything seemed to fall on my shoulders these days. The frequent trips away had recently become a source of tension between us. There seemed to be no time for intimacy. It was cold watching the match, and my current thoughts made me feel even colder as I shivered involuntarily.

I was a long way from the rest of the other parents, except for one guy about twenty feet to my left. He was around most Saturdays, and I knew him by sight. I had first noticed him last season.

We had never chatted, but I knew which kid on the team was his. It had not progressed beyond a polite smile and a ‘Hi’ to him. He had an engaging smile, and I felt at ease in his presence. Halfway through the match, he went to leave and passed close to me before he turned back to face me.

“I am just going to get a coffee. Would you like one too?”

“That would be great,” I said with what I hoped was a warm smile.

A few minutes later, he returned as promised with hot coffee. He settled beside me on my right. We talked easily as we both watched the game, leaning on the closed-in barrier around the field. Soon, we had turned to face each other. I took in his face now that we were closer and liked it even more.

I caught him last season taking a quick peek at me in my standard Saturday attire, body-hugging leggings, and a tight sweater. I couldn't understand why my husband no longer desired me. In the mirror, my tight, firm bum and long legs looked as good as any model's. Long blond hair, dyed, I must admit, framed my magazine-worthy face. My only flaw, I felt, was my large breasts, but you have to play the cards you're dealt with.

 As we both finished our coffees, he held out his hand.

“By the way, I’m Colin,” he said cheerily.

“Eve,” I purred back at him, giving my best sultry look. Not entirely sure of my motives.

"I can take that if you like,” as his warm hands gently touched mine.

I watched him walk to the closest bin, idly watching his bum. What would he be like in bed? I contemplated how it would feel as he caressed my body, squeezing my bum, his member deep within me. My cheeks burned, and a warm sensation spread around my breasts and down. It was unexpected, possibly due to a lack of sexual interest from my husband. Usually, I’m very reserved, but my thoughts surprised me. Was I that much in need?

On his return, he said, “Would you like to grab lunch or a coffee sometime?”

“I am married,” I blurted.

Hell. That’s sure to scare him off.

“So?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

We were standing so close now that no one could overhear us. He was tall and muscular, but not overtly so. His brown eyes and black hair ticked the final boxes for me. So different from my husband. There was chemistry between us. That was for sure.

Facing each other, we were in each other's personal space, my breasts almost touching his chest, nipples slightly erect. I realized too late. Shit!

He reached out and unexpectedly touched my hair. I quickly brushed it away, flicking at my hair, in case anyone was watching us.

An overreaction on my part, I realised as soon as I had done it. I was annoyed with him for being so careless, yet at the same time, I was aware of my nipples hardening against my bra. He glanced down. My body and I seemed to have conflicting views. Or did it?

Stepping back, I noticed a large bulge in his trousers.

Walk away now, Eve, before you do something you regret later. Good advice indeed, but I could not get the sexual urge raging in my body to go away.

Pushing against the fence with the lower part of my body, I hoped that the pressure would ease my need. It did the exact opposite, causing a warm sensation to rise from my crotch up the full length of my body. It was an itch that I could not scratch. I wiggled my legs back and forth, like you do when you urgently need to pee. Still no relief, instead only making me aware of the stickiness in my panties.

Fuck. Oh fuck.

The toilets offered the best chance for release, but they were at the other end of the field. It would be the sensible thing to do.

I wanted desperately to masturbate. I would be hidden behind the barrier. No one would see. I was pleading with myself. Had I gone mad?

Three quick rubs of my clit would do it. I wouldn’t even mind if Colin watched or, better still, if he reached down and finished me off.

Shit. What a state I was in. I was fast losing any decorum or sense I had.  Colin was a stranger to me, for God's sake!

Play was at the other end of the field as I reached up to a nipple, the one furthest away from Colin, and squeezed it. Colin continued watching the game, unaware of my predicament, as I came closer to orgasm, a catch in my breathing, eyes beginning to roll up, but not quite able to manage it.

The urge and tension were unbearable. I needed to cum. Oh, that sweet release. I imagined I could smell the scent of Colin’s cum, as my tongue darted out, ready to taste it.

Lost in my thoughts, I accidentally let go of my bag, dropping it just out of reach on the other side of the barrier. As I dove forward, I could suddenly feel myself losing balance.

“Shit, Colin, grab me, quick!”

“Sure,” as he quickly stood behind me with his hands grabbing my waist.

Bending over the fence, I spread my legs wide to try and save myself. I could not stop my forward lurch, and Colin’s body was pulled into my bum cheeks, the slight pressure of his bulge on my pussy enough to send electricity racing through me.

I imagined his shaft penetrating me, bursting through my leggings and panties. Air escaped with an oomph as I was squashed against the barrier. I stayed bent over the fence as long as possible while pretending to right myself, wiggling my body against his hardening penis as I reached a silent cataclysmic orgasm.

As we resumed our positions next to each other, I could see Colin’s face had coloured, looking slightly flustered at how the operation to retrieve my bag had gone badly and embarrassingly wrong. Unfairly, I looked at him as if he were the one who had overstepped the mark.

“Thanks, Colin.”

“Sorry about that, I had trouble holding you.” He looked concerned, but I am sure he enjoyed it too.

I, on the other hand, felt so much better now that the tension was gone. Somehow, a turning point had been reached, and it was as if I were a different person, released from my marital obligations, emboldened.

We were so close now no one could see my hand hidden below the fence line, slowly reaching out and casually brushing the front of his trousers as I looked into his eyes. My pulse went higher. I did it again, but pushed a little harder, now feeling his firm penis through the fabric.

It felt so good. Never had I been so brazen. I sucked in a lungful of cold air and had to stifle a cough. Bringing my legs together, a hot surge of moisture exploded between my legs as I tried not to tremble.

This time, both his eyebrows went up, and his eyes widened in total surprise.

“Eve?”

I looked him in the eyes with what I hoped was the look of complete innocence.

‘Gotcha,’ I thought as the final siren sounded.

“I will think about your invitation,” I said, turning to collect my excited son as he raced up to me.

“See you next week,” I shouted over my shoulder as we left for the car.