A Saucy Sporting Event: Part 1
I may not compete in sports anymore, but I still receive invites to athletic events and functions through my connections, even though I've represented France my entire life. I called my significant other, regardless of what he'd probably say, as I wanted to convey my preference for him. I rang from work on a Thursday and described the invitation, but expectedly, he said no. Not just out of concern for himself, but because he had already arranged to attend with his mother. They were going because he had been nominated and was required to be there. We decided that if we crossed paths, we'd simply feign indifference.
The big night arrived on a Saturday. I was going by myself, opting for a pair of blue suede heels to match my blue dress. It was backless, but not overly revealing around my bottom and stopped just before my knees. My makeup was minimal and almost professional. As per usual, I didn't wear any undergarments, fortunately; the design of my dress served as a bra, so I wouldn't appear inappropriate. I hailed an Uber (thanks to transportation strikes) which brought me straight to London for the event.
The venue was an elegant old-fashioned hotel, but it fell short in some aspects. The gala, which took place in a large ball or conference room, was perfect. However, the room below, still under construction, was a letdown. The imperfection irritated me slightly.
I arrived around 6 p.m., grabbed a glass of champagne, and ran into my former teammates, women I once trained alongside. We chatted for some time before we sought more drinks and found our seats. They informed me about their careers: two of them continued competing professionally well into their forties, others had moved on to normal jobs, and a few now managed France's current wave of athletes.
I was having a fantastic time, catching up, when I eventually crossed paths with my sweetheart and his mother. Lisa, Owen’s mom, introduced herself and they informed her of my identity. He seemed oblivious to our past fling, just as we were standing there. I admired his slick hair and the way he was dressed in a three-piece suit.
By 10 p.m., the meal, speeches, and awards had concluded, leaving a live band and a small dance floor up front. Having had several glasses of champagne and a few shots with my former teammate, I was feeling giddy and danced with them for a while. A majority of the group left, including those I was closest to.
After bidding them farewell outside, I returned with the remaining attendees. I settled into my seat, checked my phone, and found a text from Owen. It read:
"Hello, my lovely lady! You look incredible tonight! I've been constantly glancing at you all evening, and it's been torture seeing you enjoy yourself. I'm just such an introvert, and confessing my feelings now is genuine and not simply because I'm bored. I wish I were your date right now, to dance with you and have a little fun like we did the first time we met. Please don't think I'm ridiculous!"
I could feel tears forming and was aroused. I texted back, "Meet me outside the ballroom! Look for the kitchen sign and go to it, NOW!"
Standing up, I saw Owen converse with some of his teammates I recognized from photos, oblivious to my presence. I walked out and waited by the kitchen entrance, assured there would be no kitchen staff emerging with more food. After 5 minutes, I identified his approaching shoes on the floor tiles and braced myself against the wall, preparing to hug him.
"Ah, my little one!" I cried as he entered the frame, rushed over to me, picked me up off the ground, and we began to kiss!
"This has been excruciating," he said breathlessly, still embracing me.
Owen exclaimed, "Wow, you're even prettier than stunning!" before grasping my face and kissing me once more.
We softly pressed up against the wall while kissing and hugging, until we heard a group depart the ballroom around the bend. Both of us froze and glanced in their direction, ensuring the voices didn't grow louder, signaling they were heading towards us.
As we turned our attention back to each other, our kissing intensified.
"I'm feeling lustful, and I want you to fulfill my desires," I whispered into his ear.
"I'll perform any act for you anywhere, you know this!" He responded while temporarily ceasing his neck nibbling.
I grabbed his hands and led him towards a door marked "Staff Only," pulling him along with me. Remarkably, it was unlocked, and I could tell it lead to the construction level. Climbing the unfinished stairs, he was now holding just one hand while admiring my backside. I was anxiously awaiting the door to be locked, prepared that I'd have to provide him with oral stimulation on the stairs, but fortunately, it swung open.
I cautiously glanced around, hoping to find any potential obstructions or witnesses that could impede our mischief. Then, I murmured, "The way is clear," as we walked inside.
"Here," Owen guided me to what resembled an office or hotel room under renovation, overlooking the street. It accommodated no windows, only scaffolding and some semi-transparent film to shield the structure.
Owen led me to the concrete slab, covered in a dust sheet, and resumed his kissing binge on my lips and neck. As my moaning grew, he started sucking on my clit and rubbing my G-spot simultaneously. It didn't take long for an orgasm to arise, but the risk of making a mess on him and my gown compelled me to stop him.
"I can't wait any longer, and if I squirt on you, you'll smell like me and get wet," I warned.
"I understand. I've got a condom in my wallet, I'll wear it to avoid leaving cum on you and your dress." He reasoned.
As he commenced unraveling the wrap, I halted him and said, "Just a moment, I still yearn to taste you first." I expressed seductively as I guided him back and unzipped his trousers. I pulled his erect penis out and gasped.
"It's so gorgeous, I adore it!" I breathed, still staring at him. My mouth fell over his manhood immediately.
I maintained a slow pace, pleasing him with my enchanting licking and groping. After five incredible minutes, I felt the need to continue, but wished I could have lasting longer. I stood up, removed the condom from him, and caressed his member feverishly.
In a remarkable fashion, Owen flipped me over, gently pressing me onto the enormous concrete slab, and resumed his kissing fervor on my lips and neck. He slid his hand beneath my dress, fondling my breast gently.
I was making quite a noise from his advanced pace, yet the combination of traffic noise from outside, wind flapping items on the scaffolding, and rainfall rendered my cries inaudible to people outside. However, as we continued to copulate, my concern for potentially squirting onto Owen increased.
Fortunately, Owen stopped midway, lifted me up, and brought me back onto the slab.
"I'm about to climax, but I want to watch you while I do," he panted.
"It's amazing," I replied as he kissed me again.
Finally, I was lying on my back, one breast exposed, my bare ass and vagina visible, and receiving rigorous sex from a soccer prodigy on a construction site. I was utterly aroused. Owen couldn't resist either, rocking his hips in vigorous thrusts.
After a minute of building momentum, he started to announce his impending climax.
He let out a loud groan, and I followed suit as he penetrated me a few more times. I hoisted myself upright, still cradling him, wrapped my legs around him, and we embraced for a few moments. After extracting himself, I retrieved the condom, gave him a quick blowjob, and removed it before pronouncing, "I require sustenance." I savoring the traces of his essence that remained in the condom before throwing it into a paint bucket in the corner.
We straightened ourselves and descended the stairs.
When I picture my mum, it's likely we'll be getting ready to leave. After exiting the "Staff Only" door, Owen said farewell and mentioned that he'd talk to me later.
"Okay babe!" I gave him a kiss and replied, "You deserved that and needed it - for both of us."
My next move was to head into the woman's restroom to wipe away the dust on my knees and fix up my hair.
However, something about the situation left me unsatisfied. Though it was a personal choice, the frustration of not being able to squirt made me unsettled.
Soon, this burning desire would be quenched - but you'll have to wait for part 2 to find out more.
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