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Not What I Expected To Happen At A Hockey Rink

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I had been officiating ice hockey for about two years. I'd been to close to fifty different rinks all over. I'd met a ton of people, I'd had a great experience, and I'd been involved in the communities in a great way. I'd met some amazing people but yes, I'd also met some assholes. I'd met some families, I'd met coaches all over the place, and I'd gotten to be known by a lot of people. I went out of my way to be nice, friendly, easy to talk to and accessible. I'd talk to the parents after the games, I'd talk to the kids before, during and after, and I'd always make an effort to explain things during the game. I had other officials tell me not to be so nice. They said I needed to separate myself. I just simply said that we all do things differently. I knew that put some of them off, but I didn't care.

Little did I know that my good attitude, positive behavior and friendliness would lead to so much more officiating and so much more down the line than I ever expected. And never in my wildest dreams did I expect something to happen in the way it did from officiating hockey and doing something I dearly loved doing.

One night I was at the rink having finished up officiating a hockey tournament. As typical, when my partners and I would get into the room, most of them would simply undress, toss their stuff in their bag and leave. I'd lay my stuff out, let it dry a bit, get the water in the shower going, clean up and drive home. Most of the rinks were an hour or so from my house so I didn't want to smell like an ice rink and stink all the way home. On occasion, a partner would get the water ready, use the shower, clean up, and then leave. I was always the last one to leave. I enjoyed taking my time, getting things around, and I figure when I get there, I'd get there.

This evening, I was alone. My partner had bailed out. He'd gotten his stuff around, said, "Nice working with you," and left. I was in the room alone. I'd gotten my equipment off, laid it out as normal, opened my bag, gotten my towel, shampoo, soap and I'd gotten the water running. I didn't know how long it'd take to heat up. Some rinks would be five minutes. Others would be a half hour. I was in my boxers and no t-shirt. Just standing there waiting. And was shocked as hell when the door opened and one of the girl hockey players walked in.

She stopped and let the door close and just stared at me. I felt like a dumb ass, staring at her, standing my boxers and no t-shirt, and finally realized I had to say something.

"Uh, can I help you?" I finally said.

She just stood there in her full gear.

"Is there something you want or need?" I finally said. I didn't know what the fuck else to do.

"You can't be in here. This is the officials' room. I think you've got the wrong room," I finally said.

The girl took off her helmet and stood there. I looked at her face. She looked like she was blushing. But God what a cute face. Small lips. A cute set of cheeks. Cute eyebrows. Even though she was sweaty and had just gotten done skating, I could not stop staring at her. Christ was she cute.

She just stood there and I had to speak again. I was a bit more forceful.

"I'm serious. You really cannot be in here. If someone walks in and sees a female hockey player, especially one that's your age or what I think your age is, and knowing I'm an official, well, it's gonna get ugly. And I can't and won't have that," I said.

I walked past her, didn't touch her, or go near her. I walked and opened the door and looked out. And goddamn if the rink looked like it'd cleared out. The lights were dim, and it didn't even look like anyone was there.

I walked past her, turned around, and said, "Is there something you want?"

She smiled.

"Yes," she said and she set her helmet down on the bench. And without a word, she pulled off her jersey.

I stood there like a fucking dumb ass staring at this girl in her shoulder pads, elbow pads, hockey pants, and full gear aside of her helmet. And without a word, she took off her elbow pads, dropped them on the floor, and then unsnapped her shoulder pads and took them off.

And I realized she was standing there, in front of me, wearing hockey pants, shin pads, socks, and a sports bra. And Jesus. What a chest for a kid her age.

"Hey. Wait. Seriously, like what the hell are you doing?" I finally said after waking the fuck up.

She just smiled.

"Nobody is here. Don't worry," she finally said.

I didn't know what the fuck to do. Get dressed, take my shit as quick as possible, get the fuck out of there, or try to talk to her. So I decided the latter. I didn't know. Maybe she wasn't right in the head. Maybe she was a mess. Maybe nothing. I didn't know.

"What's your name?" I finally said like a moron.

"Justine," she said.

"What's yours?" she said to me.

"Joey," I said.

"Well hi, Joey. It's nice to meet you," she said.

I had no clue what the fuck was going on. All I could think of was the shit you read in the papers, the stories you see on the news, and the shit you hear about happening. And I didn't want to be that guy.

Justine stood there and without a word, she unbuttoned her hockey pants, unsnapped them, and untied them. She started unhooking them and pulling them off down past her hips.

"Whoah. Holy shit. Wait. What the hell are you doing?" I finally said.

She looked at me. And she spoke.

"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm taking my equipment off," she said.

I looked around. And I realized she'd brought in a bag with her. In the bag was a towel, some accessories, and a set of clothes including some jeans, a t-shirt and what looked like panties and a bra.

"Seriously. You really cannot fucking do this. If someone found out you're even in here, I'm fucked. And I mean not in a good way fucked. I wouldn't ref again, I wouldn't do much of anything again. You seriously cannot be in here," I said again.

Justine looked at me.

"Well, I've never had this happen before," she said.

I was confused.

"Have what happen?" I finally said.

"Someone tell me no," she said.

"Wait. What? You've done this before?" I finally said.

"Yes. Just once. It's a fantasy of mine. I wanted to. And well, it kinda happened. But not quite," she said.

"What happened but not quite?" I finally said. I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about.

She didn't answer. She finally just stood there. And her face was red, but she spoke.

"It's a dirty fantasy of mine. I've played hockey for years. And I've always wanted to fuck a ref. You're cute as hell, funny, talked to people, and I liked your personality. I was curious. And you kind of caught my eye," she said.

"Wait. Like serious? You're not kidding?" I finally said.

"Nope. I'm not innocent by any means. But I'm not a total whore. I've done some things. But not this. It's a fantasy of mine. But don't worry. I'll get dressed," Justine said.

And goddamn, as fucking stupid as I knew it would be, the risks that were involved, the repercussions that could come out of it later if she ever talked about it, I couldn't stop staring at her cute little teenage face, and thinking about the boobs she had under that sports bra. And I finally spoke.

"So what if I didn't say no?" I said.

She looked at me. She was stunned.

"You're for serious? Like really?" Justine said.

I shrugged. I didn't know how to answer.

"What?" she finally said.

"If you ever told anyone. Like anyone. I'm done. I'd never ref again. I'd be fucked. Maybe not legally. Because I'd assume you're of legal age knowing the tournament ages I've done. But you know what I'm saying?" I finally said.

"Yes. I do. And no. I'm not a fucking bitch like that. I don't do shit like that to people," she finally said.

I had no clue what the fuck to do. I was confused as hell. Nobody had ever done something this fucked up to me.

Justine stood there. She unsnapped her hockey shorts buttons. She untied them. And she pulled them down over her hips. I couldn't believe I was even thinking about this shit. The shower water was running in the background. There was no noise in the rink. I was standing there in my fucking boxers. I was nervous, scared as hell, and goddamn stupidly I was horny as shit.

She wiggled her hips and pulled them down. I stood there staring at her. She sat on the bench. She untied her skates. She pulled them off one at a time. She unsnapped the girdle holding her socks up. She pulled her socks off. And then sitting down, she pulled the rest of her stuff off. She stood up, wiggled her hips, and the hockey pants dropped to the floor.

And I felt my dick start to twitch like a motherfucker.

This hockey player was standing there in a pair of bikini panties. They were black and lacy. And she was wearing a grey sports bra with an amazing set of fucking boobs.

She looked at me. I couldn't speak.

And then she finally spoke.

"Are you okay?" she finally said.

I spoke. And it sounded as stupid as anything I'd ever fucking said.

"Jesus. You're beautiful," I  said.

She blushed.

"Aw. That's so cute. Thank you," she finally said.

And I finally got some wits about me. Realizing what the fuck was going on here.

"So what do you mean nobody has told you no?" I said.

She spoke again.

"It was a fetish. I'd never gone any farther than what you and I have right now. It wasn't a no. But it wasn't what I wanted," she said.

"What do you want?" I finally said.

When she spoke, I was stunned.

"You," she said.

"You're serious?" I stuttered.

She walked up to me. I was standing there, nervous as fuck, scared as hell that someone would still walk in. I was in nothing but boxers. And this cute as fuck teenage girl was standing there in bikini panties and a sports bra. And she wasn't more than three inches away from me.

"Yes. I'm very serious. I do. If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't do it. I really want this. It's something I've fantasized about for a long time," she said.

And without a word, I just simply put my arms around her, pulled her up to me, and I kissed her on the mouth. I heard her gasp.

She pulled back. Stared at me. Said nothing. And then moved up against me, put her arm around me, and pulled me against her. And for what seemed to be an hour, we stood there, her half-dressed, me wearing not much more, and kissing passionately, hungrily, and madly and crazily steamed up, turned on, and in a heated embrace.

I couldn't fucking believe I Just did that. Here I'd gotten done officiating games with teenagers. And I was standing in the officials' room in a goddamn hockey rink with a half-naked teenage girl. I finally had some sense in my damn head to say something.

"Justine? How old are you?" I finally said.

"I'm seventeen. So you know that I'm legal," she said.

And what I said next, I figured would piss her off. Or anger her. But surprisingly it didn't.

"Do you have a drivers license? Or ID?" I finally said.

She giggled.

"Yes. I drove here. I live about twenty minutes away," she said.

"I don't mean to be an asshole. But I need to see it. It really won't stop me from getting fucked if someone finds out. But at least it'll stop me from going to jail," I said.

She looked at me with a serious look and spoke.

"I'm not going to tell. I promised you," she said.

"I know. But no offense. I'm not used to doing this. This is something I didn't expect. And well, I don't know you. You know what I mean?" I said.

She looked at me, nodded, walked over to her bag, and pulled out a purse. I couldn't stop staring at her little ass. You never knew what these girls looked like without their hockey equipment on. It added about forty pounds of bulk. And standing in front of me was this seventeen-year-old girl wearing panties and a sports bra. Probably not more than a hundred twenty-five pounds. About five-foot-four. And with a beautiful teenage body on her. God my dick was hard. I couldn't stop staring. And she finally looked down, giggled and said to me, "For someone as scared as you are, well, um, your body doesn't seem to be afraid."

I blushed. I didn't know what to say.

She finally showed me. And I realized she wasn't lying. She was seventeen.

"What grade are you in?" I said.

"I'm a senior. I'll graduate after this year," Justine said.

She put her purse back in her bag. And stood there in front of me. I glanced up and down her body. Her panties, her bra, her stomach, and felt my dick twitching. I had never had random sex with a girl I didn't know, hadn't met, and knew nothing about.

She turned around and walked to the shower. I stared at her little ass as she walked across the officials' room.

She turned back around, came back, walked past me, and locked the door. I was stunned.

"What are you doing?" I finally said.

She walked back to the shower, turned around, and without a word, pulled up her sports bra.

Jesus Christ. I couldn't believe the fucking chest on this girl. Beautiful. Round firm boobs. Small puffy nipples. Fucking God. I couldn't believe what I was looking at.

And then without a word, she bent down, I saw her boobs dangle a little bit, and she pulled off her bikini panties.

This teenage girl stood in front of me naked. And I mean in nothing. Bare-ass naked. Saying nothing. Just standing up, straightening her back. I glanced down. And saw a small patch of dark pubic hair between her legs.

A girl her size. Her age. Her body build. Long black hair. Goddamn. I couldn't believe this was happening. All I kept thinking was someone is going to walk in, I cannot answer a question about what the fuck I'm doing, and life is over as I know it.

Justine turned around, tried the shower water, and turned back. She stared at me. She blushed.

"Your turn," she said.

I didn't know what she meant.

She glanced down. And I realized what she meant. Jesus. Was I really fucking going to do this?

I reached down and pulled off my boxers. I stood there. Naked. In front of a seventeen-year-old high school girl hockey player. My dick was bulging and throbbing. She just stared.

"Wow," Justine said.

"What's the matter?" I said.

"Wow," she said.

I didn't know if that was good or bad. And then she spoke.

"You've got an amazing body for a guy your age. And God, you. Just uh. Yeah. Big. Wow," she said.

I blushed.

And then without warning, she turned around and walked towards the shower. All I could do was stare at this young girl's little ass. I felt so fucking stupid. I knew the consequences. The shit that would happen if someone found out. And whatever the fuck the reason was, I was standing there looking at her. She walked into the shower. She reached up, started washing her hair, and was covered with water. Her petite teenage body was all wet, dripping, and she smiled.

I didn't say a word. I simply walked into the shower. She stood there. And then walked up to me. I felt the heat of her body while we were standing there under the hot water. She walked up closer. And without a word, just kissed me on the mouth.

It led to a very passionate and very sexual kissing session that lasted about five minutes. When we were done, my dick was incredibly hard, I was throbbing, and I couldn't think straight. And then I was stunned speechless.

Justine dropped to her knees. She gently took my dick in her hands. She moved her hands down my shaft. She touched my balls. And then without saying a fucking word, she just put my dick in her mouth gently. She moved her mouth down my shaft slowly. And got about halfway down it and stopped. I knew it was big enough that her little mouth couldn't take it. She started moving her head. and sweet fucking Jesus, I was afraid I was going to cum.

"Jesus. Oh fucking God. Oh holy shit," I finally said. She just kept moving slowly.

And after a couple of minutes, without warning, pulled it out, stood up, and pushed her boobs against me. She kissed me. I thrust my tongue in her mouth. I put my hands around her back. I pulled her teenage body against me. I felt her boobs push against my chest. I couldn't stop. I was breathing hard, kissing her passionately, and I was so fucking worked up I couldn't think straight.

Justine pulled back and handed me the soap.

"Help me clean up?" she said.

And here I was, standing in the locker room of the hockey rink, in the officials' room, soaping up a teenage high school girl that I'd just officiated a hockey game for.

We spent nearly a half hour in the shower. I kept thinking someone is going to come into the rink. Someone is going to come into the locker room. Unlock the door. Do something. I'm so fucked.

But nothing happened.

We were cleaning up, soaping, touching, kissing, and doing every goddamn thing I knew was wrong to be doing in the shower. And then without warning, Justine walked out of the shower, leaving the water running and grabbed a towel. I was so seriously disappointed I couldn't speak. Not that I expected much else to happen, but I didn't expect her to just finish up in the shower that quick and be done. I had no idea how wrong I was.

She pulled the towel out, laid it on the floor, sat on the towel, and smiled.

"Come here, Joey," she said.

I didn't know what she meant.

She was sitting on the towel on the floor. And then as I moved to her, she pulled me down next to her. I was lying on this huge towel on the floor, against her body. We started kissing. I started moving my hands. I had them across her boobs, down her stomach, and then gradually grazed her pubic hair. She gasped. I moved them between her legs. She gasped. I touched her. And sweet Jesus, she was soaking wet. I didn't know if it was the water or if it was her pussy having gotten that wet. And without a word, I slid two fingers inside her. She gasped. She moaned. And then she spoke.

"Oh please. Oh please. Don't stop. Oh please," she finally said.

I kept moving my fingers in and out. She was pushing her hips up, thrusting upwards, and without warning, her pussy squeezed my fingers tight. It hurt like fucking hell. She was gasping.

"I'm, oh god. I'm cumming. Oh god. Don't stop touching me. Oh fucking God. I'm cumming. Oh shit," she kept saying.

And then after what seemed to be forever, she fell backward on the towel, lying there.

She was panting, her boobs were moving up and down fast, her chest was heaving. and she was lying on the floor.

"Are you okay?" I finally asked.

She pulled me against her. She opened her mouth. And we kissed.

She pulled back, lay there for a second, and stared at me.

"Do you want to stop?" Justine asked.

"Oh God. I don't want to. I know we should not do this. I really know this is fucking wrong. But God you're beautiful," I said.

She blushed.

She spread her legs. I wasn't sure what she was implying. I finally spoke.

"I don't have protection. I don't use it," I finally said.

"I'm not asking you to," she finally spoke.

Fucking God. I was going to do this. With a girl this age. Bare. Feeling her pussy against my throbbing hard dick. Feeling her pubic hair. Knowing what I was going to do. And I couldn't stop. I knew how fucking wrong it was.

I moved down between her legs. She looked down. Shocked.

"What are you doing?" she finally said.

I spoke up.

"I know you're going to like it. Just lay back," I said.

"Nobody has ever done that. Nobody. Like nobody has," Justine said.

"Well, I'm not nobody," I said.

And without warning, I pressed my mouth against her teenage pussy. I was pushing against her little bush of pubic hair. And I stuck my tongue inside her.

She thrust her ass upwards. Buried my face in her pussy. And she gasped loudly.

"Oh fucking sweet God. Oh holy fucking shit," Justine said.

I licked again. Shoved my tongue deep into her teenage pussy. And I felt it.

She came. 

It soaked my face. She was gasping, thrusting her ass upwards, pushing her hips up in the air, and she was moaning and gasping and making a shit of noise. And she kept saying things as her body was shaking and trembling.

She finally collapsed on the towel. I lay there. My dick was throbbing against the towel on the floor. My balls were tight as hell, and I was so fucking worked up looking at this teenage girl naked, having just cum about a half dozen times. And then suddenly, she spoke.

"Fuck me," Justine said.

"What?" I finally stuttered.

She sat up. She stared right into my eyes. I glanced across her face. Down across her beautiful fucking boobs. Down to her stomach. Looked at her pubic hair. And she spoke again.

"Fuck me, Joey. I want you. I want to be with you. I want all of you. I want us to be together. Like together," she said.

She pulled me closer to her. I was on my knees. My dick was standing straight out. She pulled against me. Her boobs were touching my chest. I felt her body touching me. And then she lay down on the towel, spread her legs, and she pulled me down.

I felt my dick poke against her leg. I was scared shitless. I was against her, kissing on her, feeling her nipples push against me, her firm teenage chest pushing against my chest. She spread her legs wider. And she spoke.

"Please. Be with me. I want you to be with me. I want to be with you," she said.

I felt my dick against her leg. It was straight out. I hadn't been this hard and this turned on in years.

And I got on my knees. I moved between her legs. I felt the head of my dick push against her pubic hair.

And I entered her.

It was like fucking heaven. It was so beautiful. She felt so soft. Her body was so fucking amazing. I couldn't stop trembling. I couldn't stop shaking.

And she reached up. She pulled me down to her. My chest was against her boobs. I felt her nipples pushing against me. I felt my dick enter her. It penetrated her so deeply. She gasped. I gasped. I moaned. And I lay there. On the towel. In the officials' room in the locker room. Knowing I was violating one of the biggest rules in the world. And I couldn't stop myself.

I moved up. I thrust deep into her pussy. She gasped. I pulled out again. She gasped. I thrust into her again. I felt the head of my dick enter her pussy. I felt my dick touch her pubic hair. Her pussy was so soft. It was so amazing to enter. And I finally went all the way inside. She pulled me against her. Pressed her lips to mine. Kissed me passionately. And started moving her hips.

I felt her hips moving against me. I was pushed tight against her. My dick was all the way inside her body. We were lying there, naked, body against body, kissing passionately. And then she said it.

"I want you to do it inside me," she said.

I was stunned.

I didn't know this girl. I didn't know anything about this girl. All I knew was that she was a hockey player that was sexy as fuck, a cute petite teenager with a beautiful body. And I was naked with her on the floor of the officials' room. I wasn't sure that she was being serious.

"Really?" I finally said. I felt like a fucking dumb ass.

"Yes. Please. You're amazing. You're special. This is the most incredible thing I've ever experienced. Yes. Please?"

And Justine started moving her hips. She put her hands around me. She had her little teenage hands on my ass. She kept pulling me against her. I felt my hard throbbing dick inside her teenage pussy. We were lying there on the towel on the floor having amazing passionate sex. I was fucking this girl I'd just literally met. And it was the most beautiful experience I'd had in years with a girl.

I started moving. I lifted up, thrust inside her, penetrated her, pulled back, and kept moving up and down. I knew I could do it. I loved cumming. I'd masturbate multiple times a day just to cum. Justine had her hands on my ass. She kept pulling me against her. And I felt it. She tightened up. She gasped. And she spoke.

"Joey. Oh God, Joey. I'm going to cum again. I'm going to. Oh sweet fucking God. I'm cumming."

I thrust into her deep one last time. And she said it again.

"Oh God, Joey. I'm cumming. Please. Do it. Inside me."

I pushed and I felt it.

My balls tightened up.

I started thrusting in and out. Pulling out and pushing in. And I felt it squirt.

I started cumming so fucking intensely hard I was shaking. My knees were wobbling. I was gasping. I started saying her name. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life. And I mean ever. The cum kept squirting out of my dick. It kept shooting into this teenage girl's pussy.

And I emptied.

I collapsed on top of her beautiful little teenage body and lay there without speaking for minutes.

I'd just met this girl an hour ago. I'd seen her in hockey equipment. I'd seen her undress. I'd seen her naked. She'd seen my dick. We'd just had amazing sex. I'd just cum inside a girl I didn't even know...

 

To be continued...

 

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