Stadium Girl
written by:
mcerotic

Chapter 1: Sunday

It all started at the football stadium. A friend of mine had three season tickets and usually he would invite two friends to join him for the game. So a couple of times a season I would get to go to a game.

On the seat next to me was a woman with a kid. I tried not to stare but I definitely checked her out. She was petite but shapely, with brown curly hair. Attractive face. I guessed she was a little over thirty.

She had an empty seat next to her but was also with the people behind them. Since my friend was talking to his other friend, I decided to make conversation.

"Does he get in for free?" I said.

"Not after the age of two," she said. "It's full price. And NFL seats are not cheap. Luckily I don't actually pay, my brother has season tickets."

The boy was staring at me, the stranger who was suddenly talking to his mother.

"What's your name?" I said to the boy.

"Jenson."

"And how old are you Jenson?"

"Four."

I looked back up at her again.

"That's a good age to have another one. Do you want one?"

"I do. But I'm getting divorced."

I laughed. "Well, that's not going to work. I got divorced fifteen years ago. Not fun. Is it amicable?"

"So far. Who knows if it will stay that way?"

"Mine wasn't. It took forever. Eventually my ex-wife and I sat down in Starbucks for a couple of hours, sorted it all out, and then told our useless lawyers to put it into a legal document. What's your name?"

"Edith."

"I'm Eric. I won't try and shake your hand since you seem to have your arms full of your son. How long were you married?"

"Four years."

"Was it great in the beginning?"

She smiled. She had a cute smile. "It's always great in the beginning. How long did yours last?"

"Twenty years. So do you want to remarry?"

She laughed. "I've no idea. Let's get one marriage done first. But I'm not planning on giving up..."

She suddenly realized she was going to talk about sex to a complete stranger in a football stadium that she met ten minutes ago.

"Being celibate?"

"That's probably a better way to put it. But I don't really know you."

"Would you like to know me?"

"I don't know how that works. I need to know you, to know if I want to."

"I'll tell you a secret and then you tell me one."

She looked doubtful. "OK."

I wondered what to tell her. Then I had a good idea.

"Lean over," I said. "It's a secret. I don't want to tell the whole stadium."

She moved a little closer.

"I write erotic stories. I'm pretty good at it."

"Really? Do you sell them? Is that your job?"

I laughed. "I wish. No, it's just a hobby. I've made maybe a few hundred dollars."

She laughed. "Don't give up the day job. What do you do? What is the day job?"

"I'm a manager in a software company. So don't out me. Nobody at my work knows my secret. What do you do?"

"I'm the finance person in an auto dealership."

"The girl who tries to add hundreds of extra options to the vehicle."

"No, that's the salesmen. I try and get you a good finance deal and clean paperwork and get you out of there as fast as possible. The mistress of the printers."

"So what's your secret? You have to tell me one now."

She thought for a moment. "I'm not sure I have one. At least not one like yours."

"I wasn't expecting you to say you starred in a porn movie."

She gasped. "You can be so direct. You'll corrupt my son."

"Like he can understand that."

"No, I know. I was just sort of teasing you to overcome my embarrassment."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I'll let you off the hook. You don't have to tell me a secret."

"Now that's not fair. I do what I promise. I just can't think of anything. I don't even have a story about stealing chocolates from department stores when I was fourteen or anything. I was a goody-goody growing up."

"Well, tell me a little tiny irrelevant secret."

"What sort of secret? What do you want to know?"

I thought for a second. "What color are your panties?"

I could tell when she paused she was wondering whether to answer. "It'll certainly be the first time I tell a stranger."

"It's the first time I've told a stranger I write erotica."

"True. I don't know why it is so embarrassing though. I can feel myself blushing."

"It's a little bit intimate even though it is not really anything."

She paused again. "OK. Blue."

"Plain blue?"

"You want to know everything. Actually, blue with little yellow flowers on if you must know."

"I must."

"This is surprisingly...interesting. I said I was a goody-goody. I've certainly never done anything like this before. I mean with a stranger. In public."

"You've had sex."

She laughed. "Your favorite topic. Even if I didn't have a four-year-old sitting on my lap I think you could guess that. But I didn't do it when I was thirteen or anything. So it doesn't really count as something naughty. This is the twenty-first century after all."

"How old were you?"

"Oh my god, I can't believe you asked me that. This is getting to be like something out of one of your stories."

"Do you like reading stories like that?"

"I never used to. But they've got a lot more interesting now we're getting divorced."

"Because you aren't getting any."

She laughed. "Exactly."

"Would you like to read some of mine?"

"You know, I would. You have me a little intrigued. Do you chat women up like this and sort of drop them into a real-life-story all the time?"

"Not at all. Very few people know I write erotic stories."

I got out my phone. "Tell me your number and I'll send you a few this evening after the game."

She told me her number. I texted her my name so she had my contact information too.

"Do you want to go further?"

"How do you mean?" She laughed. "I'm not going to show you my panties, if that's what you mean."

"Wow. You can be direct too. No, that's not what I meant. You feel you are in a story because I asked the color of your panties in public. And you told me."

"I surprised even myself there."

"So I wrote a story recently. A very minor plot point is that the main male character tells one of the women that she has to text him each evening to tell him the color of the panties she plans to wear next day, or maybe give a few choices and let him pick."

"Oh gosh, this really is like being in a story. You're going to ask me to do it, aren't you? Like you'd control my panties. It's intimate. I mean you know where panties go."

I laughed. "Even I am not going to say any explicit words for what's in your panties in public in football stadium."

"I can stop at any time, right?"

"Yes. But at least say you'll do it for a week. Don't chicken out this evening."

"Right. I'm going to exchange texts with you this evening and you are going to pick."

"Yes."

"This is insane. But there's also a sense in which I love it. My life is not especially interesting, single mother with a four-year old, who works in an auto dealership. So I'll do it. Text me around 9 tonight. I can't believe what I just signed up for."

"Your husband moved out already?"

"Yes."

"So once you have got your son to bed, go to your panty drawer, pick a few choices and lay them out on the bed. I'll make a pick."

Her brother, sitting behind, leaned forward.

"What are you two talking about?"

"The game," she said.

"The game is a blowout so let's get going and beat the traffic."

"OK," she said, standing up and holding her son's hand. She turned to me. "Well, it was nice meeting you."

The four of them left. I turned the other way and started a conversation with my friend.

I sent her a handful of stories when I got home. Then, at 9pm, I texted.

"hi edith. you are still OK with this?"

"yes. it's fun. erotic. safe"

"so what's the choice"

"omg now i have to tell you"

"yes"

"black lacy briefs. white thong. red boy shorts. yellow plain cotton briefs"

"nice selection"

"i tried to give you a range. don't forget i'm working tomorrow. i don't like wearing thongs to work sitting all day but i'll do it if you pick it"

"wow, you'll do it for me. must be love"

"lol"

"the red boy shorts"

"k"

A pause and then she sent me another text.

"did you send me the story with the panties in?"

"i sent you a really long one called panties in which they have a starring role. but it's not the one where the guy picked the panties. that's just a couple of paragraphs in the middle of a different story"

"i'll read that first. i need to go now. tired after a day at the game"

"night"

The day had turned out rather more interesting than I had expected.

Chapter 2: Monday

I was bored at work just before lunch. I was about to text her. Then I thought I'd better send something discreet first.

"is it ok to text you at work?"

"no way. i have to give my phone to my manager and he reads them all"

"yeah right"

"just don't deluge me. a lot of the time i have a customer in front of me"

"if i text you and you have a customer just say z. like k"

"k"

"i just wanted to say that i was thinking of your red panties"

"no z right now. this is more fun than i expected"

"good"

"i've had relationships obviously. i've never done anything like this"

"except masturbate"

"OMG i'm at work"

"sorry. it just slipped out"

"i'll chat to you this evening. have anything you want to wear?"

"no. but now i'm going to be thinking of panties all afternoon lol"

"have a nice lunch"

"z"

That evening I found it was hard not to text her. I hoped she was feeling the same about waiting for me to text.

"hi red panty girl"

"actually i took a shower"

"so you put on new panties without my permission"

"no my lord, i wouldn't do that lol"

"you don't have any panties on?"

"nope"

"it's bare"

"as the day i was born"

"except a lot hairier"

"except it isn't. tmi"

"it's never too much information to tell me details about it"

"lol ok"

"so you shave"

"i do"

"so what's the choice tonight?"

"cream lace, pink with white polka dots, purple cotton bikini"

"i like the sound of the polka dots"

"k"

"so when did you last masturbate?"

"hey that's beyond the rules. not panties"

"don't i control what's in them?"

"lol. for sure not"

"i want to extend the rules"

"gulp"

"will you do it?"

"i don't understand"

"will you let me control what's in them?"

"like how?"

"let's start with masturbation. you have to text me for permission"

"OMG"

"does that mean yes or no?"

"you are serious?"

"yes"

"give me a moment to decide"

"do you use a vibrator?"

"you love to shock me by being so direct"

"i do. so do you?"

"sometimes"

"other times you use your fingers"

"yes"

"i will get to decide"

"you will decide what?"

"whether you use a toy or go au naturel"

"this is way beyond my panties"

"actually it's in your panties"

"haha. technically. but usually i'm not wearing any"

"like now"

"yes"

"do you want permission right now?"

"i haven't agreed to do it yet. but yes"

"ok. you can touch. but only with your fingers. no toy"

"lol yes master"

"are you wet?"

"where does this end?"

"i've no idea"

"'i've let a total stranger decide when i masturbate. what am i doing?"

"it's erotic"

"you have no idea how excited you have made me"

"it's just texting"

"haha. you have got to me, i admit"

"when's your day off?"

"wednesday this week"

"let's go shopping and i'll buy you some new panties"

Chapter 3: Tuesday

I was at work the next day. I was wondering whether I should text Edith at work when suddenly she texted me.

"i need permission"

"where are you?"

"restroom at work"

"you're going to do it there?"

"yes. i told you that you'd got to me. i think about you a lot"

"and when you think about me you have to touch yourself?"

"don't make me admit it"

"imagine your fingers are my tongue"

"omg don't make it worse"

"you have permission"

"thx"

I thought of making her ask permission to cum but it's too complicated to masturbate and text. I'd leave her alone, at least this time.

That evening I was about to call Edith to decide on the panties she would wear when we went shopping together. Again she texted me first.

"i need permission"

"lol. again?"

"right now. i just got jenson to bed"

"ok. you can even use a toy for fast relief. but you need to call me just before you finish"

"wtf?"

"i want to listen"

"my god. i can't decide if that is hot or terrifying"

"i want you to do it"

"gulp. ok"

There was a long silence for five minutes and then suddenly my phone rang. I just answered and didn't say anything. Instead, I just listened.

"ohh...ohh...ohhh...oh my god...oh...oh...yes...i'm close...yes...yes...oh yes."

There's something very intimate about listening to a woman cum like that, especially one that I'd barely met. Our relationship had almost entirely been by text message.

"ooh...ohh...ohh...yes, yes, yes." Her voice built up to a crescendo.

"Nnghh," she grunted. I was pretty sure she was starting to cum. Then there was a few seconds silence as if her whole body was frozen. Finally a long moan of pleasure, "aaaaaaahhh...aaaaahhh."

I'd hoped she'd stay on the line and talk to me a little but she hung up the phone.

A few minutes later she texted, "that was fun"

"was it more intense? knowing i was listening"

"super intense. like i was doing it for you"

"you didn't fake it did you?"

"haha. there must be some joke in there, about a girl who fakes orgasms even when she masturbates"

"so what's the panty choice?"

"shit. haven't even looked. what would you like me to wear and i'll tell you if i have it"

"your smallest thong. remember you'll be wearing it while shopping with me"

"the smallest one is pink. bright pink"

"perfect"

We made arrangements for meeting at the mall. She would drop Jenson off at her mother's. It was weird enough going panty shopping with a stranger without having her four-year-old along too.

Chapter 4: Wednesday

I picked her up at her house. It was a good sign that she trusted me enough to give me the address without thinking.

"Hi" she said as she walked up to me. "This is mad."

"Do you like mad?" I said.

"I don't know. But my body does."

"How do you mean?"

"It won't calm down. I'm constantly on fire. You have really got under my skin with all your texts."

"You didn't cheat did you?"

"How do you mean?"

"Do it without permission."

She blushed. "Once. But it was 4am. I didn't want to wake you."

I drove us to the mall.

"Where shall we go?"

"How about Nordstroms?"

"OK."

I took her hand. She glanced at me a little surprised but didn't pull her hand away. The two of us strolled through the mall to the elevator and went up to Nordstroms.

"Does it feel OK me holding your hand?" I asked.

"It feels natural. Which is weird."

"Why?"

"Because you are a guy I met a few days ago. Who chooses my panties for me. Who gives me permission for orgasms. This is totally not natural. Even my husband never came underwear shopping with me."

"Did you masturbate when he was still around?"

She looked at me, clearly surprised at the intimacy of the question.

"Occasionally. Not so much, I got regular sex obviously."

"Have you been on any dates since you separated?"

"No." Then she laughed. "Unless you count this. I guess this is the first time I've been out with a man. And instead of going for a nice dinner, we go buy panties. You are a topsy-turvy person."

"I'll buy you lunch afterwards."

"Have you ever done this before?"

"How do you mean?"

"Met someone for half an hour and then taken over her life."

"Girls like someone to take over their life."

"I didn't want someone to tell me which panties to wear."

"True. But you're stuck with a four-year old for conversation. You did want someone to have adult conversation with."

"I suppose a woman's panties are adult conversation. Not that I've ever really talked about them before."

"Are you wearing the pink thong?"

"You know I am."

"Am I going to get to see it?"

She let go of my hand and pretended to push me away. "That would be ‘no'." But she was laughing and I took hold of her hand again.

We went to the underwear section and browsed around. I found a little g-string just a few inches across.

She laughed. "I'm not wearing that."

"It's not like anyone is going to see it."

"I may as well not bother to wear underwear."

"Good idea. Maybe one day I won't let you."

"No way."

"And I'll make you wear a skirt."

"You are such a perv."

We ended up buying half a dozen pairs of panties in a variety of colors and materials. I paid for them all. My personal favorite was a pair of bright yellow silk boyshorts with a pattern of little black bees. Very pretty, although why any girl would want bees in her pants was a mystery.

"Shall I buy you lunch? Or do you want to go home?"

"I want to go home." I noticed her face was a little flushed. She was aroused.

"You don't want lunch?"

"I don't think I could sit still that long."

"What do you mean?"

"I need...how shall I put it?...I need permission."

I laughed. "OK. I'll take you home."

When we got there I parked the car. She never invited me, and I didn't ask. I just presumed to come into her house. As if she just noticed she suddenly said, "What are you doing here?"

"I want to see your new panties. The yellow ones."

She got them out of the bag and showed them to me.

"No. I want to see them on you."

"Wow. Let me think a moment. It's another big step."

"Put them on. Change in here, not in your bedroom."

I could see her face was flushed pink. She thought about it for a full 30 seconds while neither of us said anything. Then, as if she'd made her mind up, she undid her pants and slipped them off. She was wearing the pink thong that I'd selected, of course. She took another deep breath and slipped her thong over her hips and it fell to the floor. She didn't turn away from me in any gesture of modesty so I got to see her slit for the first time. Shaved as I already knew. Then she pulled the yellow boy shorts on. She took a couple of paces towards me and stood in front of me. I made no secret of inspecting where the yellow bee-clad silk encased her pussy.

"You have lovely legs," I said.

"Like you are looking at my legs," she said with a smile. "I don't think so."

"You are making me hard."

"Oh gosh. I so want..."

"What do you want?"

"You know."

"Say it."

"I...can't. I'm a good girl."

"Do you think about it? When I...give you permission?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"What do you think about?"

"It...your cock."

"And what do you imagine doing to it."

"Please don't do this to me. Make me tell you my private secrets."

"OK. So what do you want right now?"

"I so want to suck it."

"Only naked girls get to suck me." I have no idea where that came from, it wasn't even true.

It was as if I'd thrown a switch. She pushed the yellow panties down, tore her top off over her head, unclasped her bra, and stood there breathing heavily, totally naked. As if she couldn't resist, one of her hands crept to her pussy and she started to rub herself. Sometimes when a woman has a baby her breasts never fully recover, but hers looked nice and firm with little crimson nipples. Rock hard of course.

I stood up. She knelt down in front of me and undid my pants. A few seconds later my cock was in her mouth. She looked up at me. I hadn't noticed before but she had blue eyes. She stared into my eyes as she started to fuck me with her mouth. After the several days of buildup I knew I wouldn't last a long time. I put my hand on her head and guided her encouragingly.

I felt my orgasm building up inside me and then the dam burst. I blasted into the back of her mouth. She felt my cock twitch, tasted my cum, and continued to use her mouth and her tongue to milk me dry.

"You have my permission," I said.

She looked at me disappointed. "You aren't going to get me off?"

"Next time. A girl has to have something to look forward to."

She stood up and sat down on the sofa. She spread her legs and unashamedly started to masturbate. She was so excited she was almost there before she started.

"Oh...yes...yes...wow," she started to moan, a sound I'd already heard the previous day when she'd cum for me on the phone. "You should be doing this for me you bastard...yes...yes." Then the familiar grunts when she actually came. "Ngh...ngh...ngh...oooohhhh." The sounds of ecstasy died away as her fingers slowed down until finally she moved her hand away. I got to see her exposed pussy for the first time, glistening pink lips like a sea-anemone or something.

She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Shit...I need to go and get Jenson." She pulled her clothes back on.

"When can I see you again?"

"When are you available?"

"I'm off on Friday morning."

"Friday morning then."

"I don't know that I can wait that long. But I'm working tomorrow. And you can't come in the evening when Jenson is with me. I'll take him to day care on Friday. Come over at 9 in the morning."

She rushed out of the house to her garage saying, "Just pull the door closed behind you."

Chapter 5: Thursday

Thursday was the day of waiting. We hadn't explicitly discussed it but we both knew that Friday morning was when we would first have sex.

It was only 9.30 in the morning when she first asked.

"i need permission. now"

"it's going to be a long day"

"i'm shaking. i have to relieve it"

"k"

Later that morning she was back.

"permission?"

"what do you want to do tomorrow?"

"don't make me say. everything."

"i want you to say it"

"i want it inside me. is that enough?"

"you want me to fuck you?"

"so much. you cannot imagine"

"have you felt like this before"

"never so intensely. i can't work because my brain is taken over by you"

"i said you needed something to look forward to"

"you are evil. i was so ready yesterday"

"you are ready now"

"totes"

"can you be sick at 3pm?"

"what do you mean?"

"have a migraine or something. leave at 3. i'll meet you at your home"

"brilliant. i'll be there"

Due to traffic I was a few minutes late. I rang the doorbell. She opened the door in a bathrobe. I was pretty sure she was naked underneath. She'd have opened the door naked if it wasn't too risky, might not be me, might be seen by a neighbor.

I put my arms around her and we kissed. It had been such a journey from the football stadium where I had first flirted with her just a few days previously. Her son was still at daycare. We would have an hour or two.

I pushed her robe off. As I guessed, she was naked underneath. I'd seen her naked before that one time but now I got to take my time. She was petite but had nice sized breasts. Her pussy was fleshy and shaved. A slit that was really prominent but hid everything. A grown-up little girl slit.

"I want to see it," I said.

"Let's go to my bed."

She took my hand and guided me down the corridor. She lay on the bed naked, waiting for me to undress. Sometimes when you first have sex with a girl you are not sure if she wants it. This time her desire was total. She couldn't wait for the first time my cock slid inside.

After I undressed I moved up the bed. She spread her legs wide, the ultimate offer a woman can make. Her pussy was all swollen and excited, I could tell. I put the head of my cock in the middle of her pink lips and pushed forward gently. She was wet and ready and my cock slid inside without any resistance.

"Oh my god," she moaned. "That feels so good. When you talked to me at the stadium I would never have guessed how much I'd want it. I don't know you. You're too much older than me. I've not even been on a date with you. But it feels so perfect."

I did my best to make it feel like I was making love to her. Even though I was fucking her. I knew she wanted that. She wasn't the kid of girl who fucked guy a few days after she met him. It was probably the first time in her life she had opened her legs for someone she didn't already know well.

I stroked her breasts, her cunt was like a warm wet glove. And after the previous days of texting it felt like the culmination of our relationship. From the stranger in the stadium to the woman spreading her legs for me, the most intimate thing a woman can do. Even she can't see down there.

It was exciting. I can't deny it. I wouldn't last long. Even more amazing, she was a stranger I met just few days before. Women with children do not do this sort of thing.

I entered her and started to fuck her. She was moaning with pleasure. Unable to think. Brain fogged. She was insanely excited. I knew she used to be married but somehow I knew she had never been like this. Never been so on fire. I could tell she was close to cumming already.

"Oh yes," she moaned, "I want you so much."

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. "Cum for me," I whispered in her ear.

"I want to so much."

"You can do it. I'm going to count down from ten and you will cum for me."

"I'll try. I don't know if I can cum to order like that."

"Let's see. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six."

As I counted down I continued to fuck her and kiss her and caress her.

"Five, four, three, two, one."

"Zero," I said. I lowered my head, took one of her nipples into my mouth and bit down on it. Hard.

She shrieked in surprise but it also took her over the top.

"Oh my god, I'm cumming."

I could feel her orgasm in her cunt around my cock. She flooded with juice and her body shook with passion.

"Oh god, oh god, I love you. Don't stop. Perfect. Yes."

Her hips thrust up underneath me, driving my cock deeply into her body. Then she went limp on the bed, her eyes closed, almost as if she had passed out. I think the orgasm was more than she could take.

I slowed down completely, just moving enough inside her to keep myself hard, while she recovered. Finally she opened her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled onto my back, pulling her on top. She sat up and started to move her hips back and forth, gradually getting faster and faster. I felt my orgasm approach.

"I'm nearly there," I said. She squeezed my cock with her cunt and it felt so wonderful that I came on the spot.

"Cum inside me," she said. "Fill me up."

I blasted cum deep into her body as she continued to ride me hard. Finally, I was drained and she lay down on me, pressing her breasts against my chest.

"I can't believe what you have done to me," she said. "I'm never like this. I'm a seventeenth date kind of girl. And I never have orgasms just from penetration." She laughed. "You have found some new switches in my brain and my body."

"What do you want to happen next?"

"I so want you to be my boyfriend. Will you do it?"

"Yes. But I have other girlfriends too. Is that OK?"

"I guess it'll have to be. Do I get to have other boyfriends?"

"I don't think you want to do that."

"Nope. I don't. I want as much of you as I can get though."

"Who knew asking you the color of your panties would turn out to be such a wild ride?"

"I need to go and get Jenson from daycare soon."

"Do you want me to stay the night?"

"Will you? I want it so much. Even though Jenson will wonder why you are still here at breakfast."

"I can hide out in your room and leave later. So he won't know I spent the night."

"You are such a considerate lover. You are going to be hard to give up."

"Who says you need to give me up?"

"You are not the type to settle down with me. I'll need to find a real boyfriend one day."

"In the meantime you can run wild."

"I'm totes loving it."

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