Fucking Under The Bleachers

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Fucking Under The BleachersMy eyes were on him as he ran across the green field, passing the football through the air with a strong arm. I hadn’t spoken to him in a while even though we used to be the best of friends, we used to go together like milk and chocolate, peanut butter and jelly, until he got super popular in high school. In grade eight, he went to a different high school than me and then in grade nine, he went to mine, except I went to a different high school then. During that grade ten year, I became pretty popular because I was told to be drop dead gorgeous, obviously those weren’t my words but they were spoken by other. So now here I was, sitting on the bleachers with other fans of his football team, watching him as he ran across the field and people chanted his name over and over. Tyler! Tyler! Tyler! It mesmerized me and I knew he wouldn’t recognize me this far away, but it was just great being here. As soon as I’d heard his team was playing here, I got in my car and made my way over. My name is Santana and I’m s*******n years old and I’m in grade twelve now. Thats how long I hadn’t seen him. I stand up and walk down the bleachers, hearing whistles from other guys behind me and I turn my head, giving them winks and they act like I’d plunged an arrow through their hearts. It only makes me chuckle, because I have my eye on one boy. Tyler. I now stand at the gate, my arms leaning on the railing. Right now it’s around seven o clock and it gets dark quickly, the sunset hitting the sky. I stand in a pair of ripped jeans that hug my curves, a black top with no sleeves and then a pair of cowgirl boots. Here its really hot so most people wear similar stuff since its Summer. The loud bell signals that Tyler has scored again for his team and the stadium explodes in loud cheering and I can only grin, tilting down my sun glasses to look straight at him. He grins at the crowd, waving him arm and then I find his eyes set on me for a second, his eyes scanning me slowly and mysteriously and he’s about to open his mouth when his buddy calls him over. I give him a flirtatious wave as his friend pulls him into a huddle and I brush back my sand brown wavy hair that is in perfect natural curls and I bite my lip, glancing around at people and how they are still cheering. The game ends in the next ten minutes because Tyler’s team scores again. The football team canlı bahis makes their way out of the stadium, hooting and waving to their fans, jumping around like maniacs and I walk down the front of the bleachers, my eyes on his team as they walk through a hall, into the bleachers and to the door that leads to their changing rooms. I’m almost near them and I spot Tyler’s jersey number, s*******n. His helmet is now off, revealing his hair that is the same color as mine, only he has gray blue eyes and I have green emerald eyes. I lean over the edge of the boards that protect them from grabbing fans and he glances around at everyone, grinning like crazy. He couldn’t of looked anymore cute. Then he sees me and he stops dead in his tracks, him being a few feet from me. “Santana?” He asks and I nod my chin, tilting down my glasses. “Hey k**.” I grin and I have to sort of call this out because there are so many people around me, begging for Tyler to touch their hands and give them autographs. Strange how a s*******n year old boy could get this much popularity. “How are you even here?” He takes a step toward me and I lean my head down to press my lips to his ears. “Meet me under the bleachers in ten minutes and I’ll show you why I’m here.” I whisper and pull back to see his mouth curved and his eyes energized like crazy. I give him a wink and then turn, walking away from the crazy fans that are screaming how I got to touch him and Tyler wouldn’t even give them autographs. I stand under the bleachers that are surprisingly still full with people, even though the game has ended. Of course people have started clearing and I sit on one of the bleacher poles, leaning back and look around, noticing how I’m hidden from everything around me. It’s sort of dark under here but the sunset gives the aura under here a seductive hazy red glow. I hear footsteps and turn my head slyly to see Tyler, now dressed in a pair of over washed jeans and a white polo, him looking sexier than ever and when he sees me, his mouth curves back into that sly grin I’d never forget. I bite my lip, motioning him toward me and he reaches me and I wrap my arms around his neck and his back leans on the wall. “So your going to show me why you’re here?” He teases me, his hands gripping my hips and I chuckle. “Thats what I said, didn’t I?” I say back and he smirks. I lift my chin up to him and he doesn’t bahis siteleri hesitate, his warm soft lips pressing against mine and my mouth opens, his tongue entering the part of my lips and he kisses me passionately, my hands gripping the back of his neck for more. The music from the stadium speakers quickens up the mood to me opening his legs a bit so I can press my knee to the hard bump in his jeans. His breath hitches and a low moan escapes his lips, and he lifts me up to wrap my legs around his waist. Nothing could make me want him more and I felt his hands cup my bottom, squeezing gently and I let a smile place my lips. “Wanna taste me, big boy?” I whisper against his lips and he chuckles, moving forward and I felt myself being put on my feet and I opened the zipper of my jeans and them slipped out of them. His hungry dark eyes watched me with satisfaction and when I had my thong off, I tossed them aside and them sat down on a thick bar that I could sit on comfortably and then I opened his legs, me being fully vulnerable to him. He didn’t waste any time and went onto his knees, his palms opening my legs even more and being the very flexible person I am, I’m practically sitting in splits with my pussy open to him and his mouth pressed against it. Full pleasure and wetness rushed through my body and I gasped out, grasping the bar behind me and I stared down at him and how the rhythms of his tongue against my open flesh made inarticulate sounds rise from my throat, only turning him on more. Without words he continued to get rougher, faster, sending me into the best commotion I’ve ever been in and my hands grasped the bar so tightly, my knuckles were turning white. I reached forward with one hand, running my fingers through his soft messy hair and moans rose from both of us. Biting my lip, the fleshed he continued to nip at and suck was swelled and ready for his taking. After my third cry out he stood up, unzipping his jeans and I stared at him viciously as he slipped them down to his ankles, kicking them away and then my eyes caught onto his hard erection. It was pretty big and I was so wet, I was dripping and he was naked from the waist down, as I was and I lifted myself slightly so I could wrap my arms around his neck and he firmly placed his hands on my hips. There was no need for condoms, I was already taking a pill and he brought himself into me güvenilir bahis with continuing low moans on his lips. Just one heavy thrust made me gasp out pleasurably and I reached up, grabbing the bar instead so I could thrust against his hips also. I glanced up through my lashes at his face and his tongue slightly stuck out of his lips, his eyes on my face, watching the energy and lust on my face himself. Biting my lip again, I circled my hips against his hard erection that was deep inside of me and I felt my back lower onto the bar and he was now towering over me, his hands placed on either sides of my breasts, supporting himself and he continued to thrust deeply into me, every thrust turning into spasmic cries and he pinned my wrists above my head with one strong hand and grinned down at me, like I was all his. His head tilted down, kissing me roughly and I bit his lip, tugging him and he laughed, his thrusts growing slowly but with more power. My my, this boy was good. His grunts let me know that we were both closer to spasming and I grinned, twisting myself so his eyes grew wide and we both fell to the ground but he landed on his back and I landed on top of him. It wasn’t a far fall, so it didn’t hurt either of us and I grinned down at my body towering over him. “Damn girl.” He exhaled, staring at me and when his hands reached for my hips, I grabbed his hands, pinned them down and them began to bounce up and down on him, going up and down continuously in fast movements. He was so long and hard inside of me, that it was sending my mind into dizzy thoughts and his body under mine was becoming more firm, his head on the ground with his lips slightly open like he couldn’t take any more. This definitely was not making love, it was fucking, because we were both moaning and panting, saying each others names over and over as if we were breaking a spell. I realized my hands were no longer holding him down because he gripped the back of my neck, tugging me down to stare right into my eyes and or foreheads resting against each other, my jaw hanging slack as he pumped fast thrusts into me. My whole entire soul and body was going crazy, the inner goddess within me screaming for me to let myself go and I let the warmth of his forehead rush through me and thats when I felt his hand caress the back of my neck and then his other hand gripped my hips, pumping his last long hard thrusts into me and then we both released, my body falling onto his and we were both left in slow, warm, loving pants. Sorry for any spelling errors! I was writing this sort of late and I was a lil tired. 🙂

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32