Our work mixed softball team would always get one of those beer balls filled with draft for hydration purposes during our games. Usually some would be leftover and we’d finish it off after the game. On the night in question, our team was victorious in a playoff game that went to several extra innings. As a result, it was getting dark out when we went to finish the beer ball. People started drifting away and only Colleen and I were left. Just as we dispensed the last of the draft, a couple of cops came up to us with flashlights to see what we were up to. They were very cool, just telling us to be sure to take away the empty beer ball and used cups when we left.
Colleen and I were quite friendly at work and we were both horny types who made no beans about getting sexual satisfaction where we could find it. Due to the strictures of the time, this meant some people considered Colleen a slut. If she was, what did that make me? Anyways, we took the garbage to my car and Colleen asked me if I’d like to “sit on the park bench by the bushes, if you know what I mean.” I didn’t need to be asked twice and off we went.
We sat on the bench and began a heavy tongue-kissing session, both of us feeling a thrill because of the nearby houses and the possibility of the cops being around. I slid my hands under her jersey and undid her bra. Her tits were small, but very soft and her nipples were erect from the get-go. I lifted the jersey a bit and had a nice tittysuck, encouraged by Colleen’s heavy breathing. After a few minutes, I slid my hand down her shorts and got her skimpy panties to the side. I slid my fingers up and down her very hairy, wet slit for a few minutes and then concentrated on her hard little clit. She slightly humped her hips against my probing fingers and soon came, clamping my hand between her thighs and cutting off her moans into a harsh gasp.
“Man, that was good,” she said. “Your turn, buster!” She undid my belt buckle and I stood for a moment so she could pull my shorts and underwear down to my knees. I sat down again and Colleen wrapped her hand around my throbbing cock and started a slow, gentle jackoff. I was lubricated with dripping pre-cum and soon was ready to cum. But Colleen slowed the stroke and eventually ceased it. She was obviously familiar with edging a guy and brought me close several times, playing with my balls and building up my load and horniness.
Finally, I told her I was going to cum and to be careful, “because it’s going to be a big one, baby!” She started jerking me harder and faster and I shot off in ecstatic, creamy spurts, moaning with pleasure. Colleen wasn’t careful enough or just didn’t care because the first rope hit her neck and blasted the top of her jersey. She directed the rest of my hot, massive load out into the night and kept stroking my meat until every drop of cum was drained from me. She used her bra to wipe the jizz off her neck and hands, we gave each other a kiss, and went on our ways. She told me the next day that when she got home, her roomie asked her what the stain on her jersey was. Colleen said she’d spilled some beer, but she was pretty sure the roomie didn’t buy it!
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