Though we both parked our cars in the same spot all last season and stood close together at the footy game every week, it was only last week that Colin gathered the courage to approach me. I hadn’t noticed before, but it was a very secluded place with a large factory wall behind us. For some reason, no one else parked near this spot. All the other parents were at the other end of the field. No one would notice us as we met again on the boundary this week. Once our kids' footy match started, Colin and I leaned on the solid waist-high fence surrounding the field, joined at the hips.

I had thought long and hard about our encounter last week. It was so out of character for me. I had never even considered or looked at another man before then. My husband, unfortunately, was rarely home and hadn't even shared an embrace with me for months, let alone making love.

“Eve,” I told myself, “End it now, you're putting your marriage on the line here.”

It did not matter how often I berated myself; I always ended up fantasizing about Colin. So much sexual frustration had built up within me that, one lonely night after a few drinks, I masturbated while watching my favourite romantic film. It was indescribable how good that had felt!

I kept imagining the real thing would be even better.

Our hips ground against each other quite intentionally as we clapped during the game. We continued to watch the slow-moving game and chatted. At halftime, Colin eventually asked with one of his eyebrows rising, “Eve, have you had any more thoughts?”

I liked how his eyebrows and face revealed his emotions, almost a trademark of his, I decided. Of course, I knew immediately what he was referring to. He wanted an answer to his request to join him for lunch or a coffee that he had made the previous week. I pondered how best to respond, even though I had thought of nothing else all week.

Idly, I wondered whether he placed his bundle to the right or left.

In answer to his question, I slipped my hand closest to him into his left trouser pocket. I smiled, I was in luck, finding that his cock faced towards me.

“What do you think?” as I began to rub my hand against his quickly hardening penis.

“So, you don’t want coffee then?” he whispered, his eyebrow rising, his face a warm glow.

“It’s a possibility, like all things,” I replied, looking blankly out across the field at the game, rubbing a little harder.

“Your place or mine,” as he moved a little, creating better access for me.

“Not so fast, hotshot,” as I squeezed his engorged cock, certain now he was not wearing any underwear.

As his cock grew, both of us were pleased that he had deep pockets in his trousers today.

I longed to reach his balls, but they jangled tantalizingly just out of my reach. I rubbed my fingers on either side of his shaft through the pocket material, working in small squeezes up the length of his rock-hard shaft. Reaching his knob, I teased the very tip with slow, tender strokes of my fingernails through the thin material.

“Oh, Fuck. I think you have a good grasp of football tactics,” he spat out, his face twisted. I knew he was desperately trying not to cum.

“Stop moving,” I commanded, “or everyone will know what we are doing.”

I continued squeezing his knob. It felt very hot, even though there was material between my fingers and his swollen member. He was giving low, quiet groans now. Precum was oozing through the fabric and onto my hands. It was warm and silky. Mmmm.

Gently squeezing his knob and pulling it up and down, I visualized what it would feel like erupting in my mouth. We continued to face the field, pretending to be focused on the game.

I could feel heat spreading throughout my body. The pulse between my legs was all-consuming. Opening my legs helped little as a trickle of my sweet juices ran down the inside of one leg, bypassing my soaked panties.

His shaft twitched beneath my grasp. The deepening of his moans alerted me that he was close to ejecting his creamy load.

I was moaning quietly too. I needed Colin to touch me desperately and send me, please, into oblivion.

I moaned a little louder, and Colin turned his head towards me.

One touch, that's all it would take. I looked him in the eyes, pleading for release.

We were both so close to climaxing as we panted hard and moaned, staring into each other's eyes.

The fact that our sons were on opposing teams unexpectedly flashed through my mind.

“I would sure like my team to lick your team member today,” I said in a husky voice as I looked him in the eyes.

“Arh…Um…Fuck,” he groaned loudly.

I immediately felt a warm wetness around my fingers as cum began seeping through the inside pocket material of his trousers. My panties were filled with my warm nectar, too, as I pictured what I had caused. Gasping involuntarily as a hot haze filled my brain. The tension between my legs continued to build relentlessly.

I urgently need to be fucked. Now. I wanted his stiff cock pounding into me. I needed to feel that warm cum splash against my now throbbing vagina walls, just as I had been imagining.

“How do you feel?” he asked sheepishly.

Gobsmacked at his insensitivity, or was it innocence?

“Oh Fuck. Follow me,” I purred, removing my wet hand and taking his, pulling him briskly towards my car.

Upon getting there, I opened both doors on one side. I quickly lay on the back seat, pulled up my dress, and in one fluid motion removed my panties. There was no time to lose.

Colin was right behind me, quickly realising what I wanted. My legs were spread wide, facing outward, sunny side up, as I watched him, desperate to feel his cock inside me.

He went to kneel before me.

“No, no,” I wailed, “I want you to fuck me!”

He stood and unzipped as I watched him pull out his damp, limp cock.

“Come here,” I said disappointedly, turning over and around.

I sucked and licked the previous cum off his growing member. It tasted so good as I flicked my tongue across the tip of his fat knob. The shaft grew and hardened as I sucked his swelling helmet, eventually taking all his manhood with a slurp until I felt his balls on my chin.

Within a few minutes, he was as hard as before, his veins bulging, groaning loudly. Luckily, we were well out of earshot of the crowd.

I flipped around again and eagerly spread my legs as wide as I could. My bum was near the edge of the seat, facing out of the car, wet from all my pre-cum emissions.

I felt seventeen again, wanton and fearless.

Colin did not hesitate.

I saw his wet, glistening shaft eagerly disappear into me, only registering the feeling once his balls hit home.

“Don't move, let me,” I whispered, not that anyone could hear us, but they might see him.

I pushed down on his cock. Then up again, repeating, until I established an orgasm-inducing rhythm.

The seat was soft and allowed me to move my whole wet arse in a circular motion. I was moaning continuously now as I felt his shaft rubbing deep within me.

“Oooh… Yes… Oh yeeSs.”

My grinding was relentless as he stood there, totally still, except for the slight thrust of his throbbing cock. I used both my hands, placed behind me to push into him, hard, up and down, and around, in a circular motion. Excess juices seeped from my pussy, soaking his trousers, our pubic hairs wet and slick.

I wanted his cum in my cunt. I wanted him now. Oh God, please NOW.

The thought of his hot cum bursting up into me made me arch back.  I was panting heavily. My pussy clenched his cock, my cervix contracting in spasms around his thrusting knob. I am so close to the climax I urgently need. My body was primed.

Fuck, I just needed my brain to let go.

The look on his face told me he was even closer. The dead giveaway was when I heard.

“Arh…Fuuck,” escaped from him.

“I think our teams will score well today,” I gasped between pants, pushing my vagina straight down on his cock. His balls slapped my arse, making a squelching sound.

My urgent thrust downwards on his shaft made me sit up and grasp his waist, as he hung onto the car roof. I heard him groan from deep in his chest as he throbbed inside of me, spurting his steamy, sticky cum in multiple jerks.

I put one hand on my mouth as I too climaxed, my hot, slippery pussy grinding down. My only thought was focused totally on how good that hard, fat cock felt. My orgasm was wet as it coursed throughout my body, thick juices escaping in spurts in time with my convulsions.

Still panting, I leaned back on my elbows for support as he straightened. We were still well connected despite the flood of body fluids. Thick, warm, and creamy. I could feel his cock jerking as his balls continued to eject little spurts of white cum over and over into me.

God, his cum was so hot!

“Fuck, Fuck Fuuuc,” I screamed as another unexpected orgasm ripped me apart, drowned out, thank God, by the halftime siren as it sounded.

Quickly, we scrambled to tidy ourselves and get back to the fence line. I did not put my soaked panties on again; instead, I threw them under the front seat after first wiping myself with them. Easy for him, I thought as I watched him tuck and zip himself up. The car beeped and lights flashed as I locked it.

As we walked, I said, “Too bad about spilling your coffee down your trousers!”

He quickly looked down in dismay to see our combined love juices splashed across the crotch of his trousers.

I, on the other hand, was already planning next week’s game between us!