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Trust Machine Shorts - Play Ball
🕑 Added 2025-05-06 04:00:03 +0000 UTCHis hand slipped inside like it was made to be there. She’d been waiting patiently for hours. She relaxed. Molded to her insides, his hand felt amazing. He flexed and squeezed sending waves of pleasure through her body.
He ran his hand along the leather. The venned glove fit perfectly. He couldn’t wait to try it out. He punched his fist into the center.
She felt her body open and swing through the air. Something solid landed inside and it felt like slap against her ass. With the fingers inside her squeezing and the slap to what she perceived as her padded ass she orgasmed. If she could get wet, she would be dripping down his wrist.
When he got into the car, he tossed the first baseman’s mitt onto the passenger seat. She wasn’t happy to be removed from his hand but the playful way he tossed her always made her happy. She knew he was headed to his game.
She felt him pick her up, carry her for a while, and put her down. They must be at the dugout. She heard several men talking about softball. They were the visiting team for today’s game. Without his hand inside, her mind wandered until she felts two firm hands grip her waist.
He was batting second and he held his bat, the other half of her venn, by the handle. Being a glove forgotten, she felt him rubbing her hips with pine tar before taking a few practice swings. The air rushed over her surface like a lover’s caress. His hands on her hips made it feel like they were dancing.
Soon, she felt her body make solid contact with a ball. Her entire body vibrated and she barely felt it as he dropped her to the ground to run the bases. To her it was even harder than the spank she’d felt earlier. She was in a post orgasmic haze when she felt someone pick her up and return her to the bat rack in the dugout. She was happy when she heard someone saying he’d gotten to second base. She laughed since she felt he’d given her a grand slam.
After a while, the glove half of her was lifted and he slipped his hand in. This was her favorite part. His fingers flexed inside her. The ball landed in her pocket frequently as the infielders took their warm ups. She was always dizzy from the activity by the time the actual inning started. Two ground balls had been caught by her before she found herself in the dugout again.
The game continued. By the third inning she’d orgasmed so many times she couldn’t count to three: a necessary skill to follow a game of softball. When she recovered her wits she wasn’t sure where she was. A flat wall was outside of the… car. Yes, car. She was in his car. She was looking through the windshield at a wall.
It took her a moment to remember she was human. She got out of the car and entered the bar. The Lone River Ducks were boisterously celebrating in the back room. She guessed from their laughter that they’d won. She saw him as soon as she crossed the threshold to the room. She spun him around and kissed him.
His teammates cheered them on.
“Sorry I didn’t see your game,” she said. “I bet you did well.”
“Two doubles and a single,” one of the other men said. “She always seems to know when you have a good game.”
“She’s really in touch with the game,” he said. “I assume you want me to leave now.”
“I do,” she cooed into his ear.
“Sorry, boys. I’ve got to go.”
More hoots and hollers followed and they walked out arm in arm. When they were outside he whispered. “How much do you remember?”
“Maybe four innings. There were a lot of ground balls early and you got those two of those hits in your first two at bats.”
“True. I guess I hit better when you aren’t euphoric.”
“We’ll have to see how well you hit when we get home, Stud.”
“I love how revved up you are after my games.”
“I think I could only be more turned on if you were the Ducks’ catcher.”
“I’d probably find you in the car a drooling, mindless mess when I left the bar if I were a catcher.”
“Don’t tempt me with a better time.”
Note: It only occurs to me now that I'm a month later with releasing this story. Play Ball!
Comments
Magicshoppe
I hope he also plays hockey in winter. Form fitted hockey padding. Must be nice.
David Fenger
Oh, that sounds like waaaay too much fun.
