After meeting a man online and going to Toronto to see him, he stands you up for your date at the ballpark. A friendly stranger begins to chat with you and you end up in one of the hotel rooms overlooking the field making sexy bets on the game. Will your team win or lose? A lot is “riding” on the outcome.

It’s a sunny day in Toronto. As you stand next to the baseball stadium looking up at the Majesty of the CN tower you hear your phone ping. It’s a text:

I’m sorry, but I can’t do this after all. The truth is I’m still hung up on my ex and I’m messed up. I’m sorry I’ve put you in such a position. I don’t want to hear your response so I’m blocking you. Nothing personal.

Nothing personal, you repeat to yourself. You’d been chatting online for months. You come all the way to Toronto to meet this guy and he doesn’t even show up to the game you bought him tickets for. You look towards one of the glass walls of the stadium and see yourself in your skimpy summer dress. You picked it out knowing it would make him hard and also set you apart from every other woman in the stadium. After all, you weren’t home now so why not show off a bit? But now, it’s all irrelevant. He’s not showing up. 

You debate going back to your hotel and then reconsider. You might as well see the game and dressed like this, who knows who you may run into? You had been saving yourself since meeting this guy and were now dying for attention. Besides, your hometown team was playing. Watching them beat Toronto would at least give you a tiny bit of satisfaction.

You get to your seat just before the first pitch. It’s a large stadium and you find yourself in the outfield, where you’re the only person in the section. Well, you did ask for a bit of space and privacy when you bought the ticket. They’ve given it to you in spades. 

A few innings later your team is already down by several runs. You look around to see if there are any interesting or cute men in the other sections and wonder if anyone will notice you over here. The game slows down and you start to think about other things. You notice the hotel rooms that look onto the field and wonder what it would be like to be inside one of them with the right man.

“Hello, do you mind if I join you?” you hear me ask “You look like you could do with some company”. You look up and see my smiling face as I motion to the seat beside you. I’m wearing a lanyard that identifies me as some part of the team.

“Certainly,” you say. 

Distracted by pleasantries, you fail to notice your team has loaded the bases, and with a crack of the bat you hear the crowd yell and look up as a baseball is headed your way.

“Head’s up.” you hear me say As I stand up to protect you. You notice the ball is slicing wide and low of my seat so you reach out with your own hand bending over the seat in front of you and catch it perfectly as a secondary cheer rolls through the stadium for you.

‘Great Catch’ you hear me say. Then you hear a gasp from the crowd, followed by cat calls. 

Your dress,” I say! You see yourself on the massive scoreboard video screen and notice your breast has popped out of your dress. The entire stadium and TV crowd at home has seen it. 

“Oh My God,” you say. “This is so embarrassing.”

The catcalls continue. You see men everywhere gesturing to you and making comments. 

‘I think we better get you out of this section, I say. “You’re way too conspicuous in that dress and you’ll soon get a lot of visitors.

You take my hand and we rush up to the concourse as the male contingent in the stadium continues to cheer. Soon we’re in the dark concrete hallway, I turn a corner, open an unmarked door and step inside with you. You suddenly realize we’re in one of the hotel rooms overlooking the field. The view is magnificent.

“Welcome to my home,” I say. “At least for the next few days. The team is putting me up here.” 

“It’s a nice place,” you say. “Thanks for getting me away from that crowd.”

“You’re welcome. Let’s just say I can see why you were so popular.”

You notice that look in my eyes. My face is handsome and I have a devilish smile.

“You know I actually saw you out the window before I went down to your seat. You rather stick out in that dress. Pardon the pun. I’m surprised a good-looking lady like you is here on her own.”

“Well,” you reply, “Some asshole got me here from out of town then stood me up for our date.”

“Well, he’ll be kicking himself when he sees that replay. Sad to say it will be all over the internet by tomorrow.” Thankfully your hair was in front of half your face by the time they zoomed in but if he knows you well, he’ll know it was you and wish he hadn’t broken that date.

You stare at me blankly as you hear the cheers of the crowd. Part of you wants to see what’s happening on the field, but right now I’m a bit more interesting. There’s something you’re trying to remember about baseball and the internet.

“Wait,” you say. “Was it in this ballpark where those people were caught having sex at the window?” you ask.

I smile broadly. “Why yes, it is!” I say. “It’s much harder to do these days though. You have to sign a legal waiver before you get your room saying you won’t do that sort of thing. In fact, there’s only one room where you can safely do that now. And that’s this one. Because it belongs to the club they put a reflective coating on the glass so you can’t properly see inside.

My eyes light up and I see yours do the same. I lean over and kiss you. It’s exactly what you need. You feel a warm pulse flow down your back and your knees get a little weak. You hear another cheer and you move your attention to the field for just a moment. 

“Looks like we’re going to pull this one out,” I say.

“Who’s we? I’m rooting for the visitors Mr!”

“That gives me an idea,” I counter. “Want to play a betting game?” My team gets a hit or a walk, you take off an article of clothing. Your team gets an out, I take off mine.”

You pause for a second. It’s not something you’d normally do with a stranger, but between being stood up by your beau, exposing yourself on television, and being taken by my charm you find yourself saying yes. 

Your heart pounds with every pitch. A hit, a walk, and two outs later we’re barefoot. Then a third out and take off my shirt. We switch rules for the next half inning and there’s nothing left but your bra and panties and my boxer shorts. 

“Close game,” I say “I’m going, to be honest. Ever since that home run ball, I’ve wanted a better look.”

You smile. “Then your team better get this next batter out.”

“We should bet on the Game itself too,” I suggest. “Winner does whatever they like with the loser – as long as it’s fun of course.”

You nod and agree. We hear the crack of the bat as a line drive flies to left centerfield, your heart is in your mouth as you think of me taking off my boxers, but instead, you watch as the Toronto defender makes a diving catch for the out. 

“You sure you can’t see inside this window?” you ask.

“Absolutely not. If you could, you certainly would have seen me staring at you earlier. You looked up here more than once.”

You smile, but it masks your nervousness. “Apparently I can’t stop exposing my tits in this place.”  

You watch my eyes grow wide. It’s all getting a bit much. You tease me with kisses but push me back slightly although you let me play with your nipples. Another crack of the bat gets by the second basemen. You look down and you see there’s already a tent in my boxers. 

“The Circus is done young man, time to get rid of that tent. “

I peel down my shorts and my manhood pops out with a “sproing”.

“Oh my, You comment, giving it a stroke, “You bring your own bat with you everywhere you go, don’t you?”

I laugh, then point out that an out has just ended the inning. Your panties come off and I slide my hands around your ass as I stare into your eyes. I smack you with my hand, and you counter with a smack and a grab of your own.

We tease each other with kisses as the teams change spots on the field. Toronto is at bat now. There are no clothes left to lose. I come up with another plan. 

“I want you to suck me until your team gets an out. Then we switch. If Toronto gets a man on base we switch again. I slide a chair forward and sit in it with you between my legs. “Start with my balls first and then my head,” I ask.

You do as your told, it’s hard to suck and watch the game so you count on me for the play-by-play. I get more aggressive with my thrusts as the first man walks and the next gets a hit. I’m really getting into this. Hearing me do the play-by-play as you suck my cock is so much hotter than listening to it on TV.

Finally a strikeout. We switch. You spread your legs and drape them over the arms of the easy chair. My tongue begins to tease you. You close your eyes and forget about the game. We hear the fans cheer again. “What’s going on?” I ask

“Umm, it’s an out…. Oh God Keep going.” You feel me press my hands against your legs and put my lips on yours, suck your clit into my mouth and tease it. Then I hear the crack of the bat and you say, “Oh shit that was a hit.”

Eager to get back into your mouth, I simply stand up, grab your hair and slide my cock between your lips. You strain to look out the window at the 30,000 fans and think about how you must look right now if they could only see in. 

Another hit, Toronto is coming back and might take the lead. Shit, you realize it’s the bottom of the ninth already and the game is on the line. You hear me growl as I increase my pace, violating your mouth in such an arousing way. Aggressive but not painful, moving from a deliberate rhythm to short strokes. 

“A line drive to right field,” I call as you hear the crowd roar. This could be the game. It’s going and gone!” I say. Immediately followed by. “That’s the game. I win, I’m going to cum in your mouth right now. FUckkkkk…..

It’s all so sudden, you don’t even get a chance to brace yourself. before the cheers even die down you feel me grip your head as I shoot against the roof of your mouth near your throat. Still sitting on the chair your head has been tilted downwards and you feel my hot load run down your tongue. You can feel it dribbling over your lips. 

You’ve given me the orgasm of a lifetime before 30,000 cheering fans. I slow my pace as I release the last of my essence on your tongue. As I hold you still, you see my legs shaking, and as I release you, I fall back on the bed in exhaustion, my mouth open, breathing hard. 

You begin to hear boos and wonder what’s going on, you look at the tv and see a graphic saying “fan interference” and showing a young man in the stands grabbing the ball from the fielder’s glove. It’s actually an out and your team has won the game. 

You crawl up on the bed hovering over me, smile then kiss me with the cum still in your mouth, trying to spit it into mine.

“What the?” you hear me say.

“You need to take this back partner, you’re team didn’t win,” you reply.

You motion to the TV and it takes me a few moments to figure out I’ve lost. As I do so, you grab a towel and wipe off my face. I’m still lying face up and naked on the bed.

“Are you going to ask me, what I want for MY bet?”. Before I can reply, you simply say, “I’ll show you.” you jump on my face, trapping me between your legs, smiling down on me as I look up at you.”

“That was some pretty aggressive mouth fucking earlier,” you say. “Let’s see if you can take it as well.”

You hear a gurgle come from my mouth which reminds you of how incredibly wet you are. The taste of my essence remains on your tongue and you realize that by now the opposite is also true. 

That man from the internet. The one you were hoping to meet and fuck so badly just a few hours ago was gone from your mind, though not totally. You pictured him jacking off to the homerun highlight and wished in a way he was here to see your triumph with this other man. 

Your desire is stoked to its maximum as you hump my face. Grabbing my hair, you move your hips deliberately so your pussy strokes across my mouth. My tongue tries to keep up with you. With my lips directly on your clit now you push down to trap them there and with shorter and faster thrusts you begin to bring your orgasm to its climax. 

Grabbing my head you get every ounce of pleasure you can as you tense and then release your firey orgasm, the walls of the hotel reverberating with your scream of triumph. 

You collapse next to me and for several moments that seem like forever, your mind whirls with a thousand natural chemicals, before reaching out and kissing me as our tastes mingle on your lips. 

“That’s for claiming your prize too early,” you say. “After all you’ve got to play fair.”

“I stand corrected,” I reply. “I won’t ever look at baseball the same way again.”