I'm a Grecian

Saturday 5th May 2008:

The first leg ended 2-1 to the Gulls, but I still have faith in the young, energetic team of E.C.F.C. still winning this and if they do, we play either Cambridge United or Burton in the final.

For weeks, I've been telling the lads at work, we're going to make it to the top, and now the first division awaits us. The coach pulls out of St. James stadium car-park and the sun attempts escaping through the clouds, brightening up the grey day.

As we leave Exeter, the sound of joyous chanting fills the bus. I can already hear the roaring crowd as the players begin their warm up for the game. On our arrival; I discover the stadium is just as packed, as the City Centre was, before the big departure.

The pitch is a thin green carpet, with white lining. Songs from decades gone by; blare out of the speakers and I sense a great flood of pride thinking about how we've done it for a second year running. We‘re a team not to be messed with and Liverpool first made that known calling us Minnows (the little fish), and now we're proving we're more than that - we're a force to be reckoned with, as Torquay ‘The Gulls' United are about to find out.

Where I sit, directly in line with me is a footballing babe. She's got long, blonde wavy hair, plump and just a bit smaller than me. (I'm 5" 9) She's wearing a tight, yellow and white t-shirt, which confuses me, as to who she's cheering on. Whether the players have been out practising or not, I don't know, but I silently curse the home team, psyching them to lose.

The voice inside my head comes alive, thinking this is going to be a game not to forget. I'm one hundred per cent certain City have it in them to swim back to glory with a vengeance and when we get promoted, teams of stature will be praising us; some may even have to start eating their own words.

The fans go wild as both teams run out together. The sun attempts to make an appearance, but the day remains clear, and dry. My eyes revert back to her, but she's not looking. I copy; looking around the stadium soaking up the atmosphere, as spectators become roaring lions.

Both captains shake hands and the game starts. The ball's kicked into E.C.'s half and for a brief moment, the leather's kicked about as the players' display their talent; and positions, numbers and names are called out. Fighting spirit looks evident as both sides tackle and pass.

Once the game settles into its stride; it tends to be a bit lax, as if neither team want to be the first to score. It might as well just be a friendly kick-about in the park. Her view is in my direction and I make it obvious I‘m looking at her. She waves in recognition.

Attempts to read my program are far and few, as I just can't stop looking at her. Rolling up the sporting booklet, I stash it in my pocket. My thoughts centre on her t-shirt, and how it looks as though it's been painted on her. At this present moment, she's definitely additional exciting than the game. I see her looking in different directions, could it be she's trying to ignore me? Players tend to be speeding the game up. My eyes focus on the hot, sporty minx, she too gazes in my direction, giving a slow suck on her finger.

A smile rises upon my face acknowledging my luck's in. she turns her attention to the game and I propose to do the same. It's no good; as much as I try watching the game, all I can think about is fucking her senseless. The bulge in my jeans awakens; I reach for my mag and lay it open on my lap hiding the evidence. A crazy thought of secretly masturbating flies through my brain. The players go back inside. I disappear to buy a drink and some corn; when I return, she's gone.

Simultaneously munching, drinking and reading snippets of the footballing guide, music and commentary from the loud speaker gets drowned out by fans singing, and chanting. The urge in my pants tells me, I should have spilt my seed. The MC calls out the names of the sponsors and then a few more tunes are played, she returns chomping on a Hot Dog. My eager eyes watch her, wishing it were mine. It's long enough, I think to myself.

In the early stages of the second half, the deciding match looks set to continue as it had begun. The young tease looks at me, and wipes her mouth. It's as though she knows my prick is throbbing its way to glory. She then lifts up her t-shirt revealing top-heavy tits.

After a few short moments longer, the ball lands at Kevin Hall's feet. He shoots it past Paul Jones scoring the first goal of the game and leading T.U. closer to the final. The crowd go wild. Could it be the goal, or her bravery at showing her magnificent orbs? Maybe it was for both reasons.

My hands long to be handling her beauties and my tongue, to make sweet music with her nipples. The rowdy cheer of the supporters becomes recognised, as not just being appreciation for the game, as she massages her covered breasts. I feel like the luckiest man in the world knowing she actually made the advantages towards me.

A new spurge of energy enters the footballers. Exeter look every part the professionals they are. I wait for her to look in my direction; then touching the pad of my thumb and forefinger together, I shove the index finger to my right hand through the opening of the circulated space. She rests her top below her neckline giving all eyes a perfect glance. She waves, blowing kisses in my direction. Butterflies start dancing around in the pit of my stomach and up to my beating heart.

I notice she's no longer looking. My heart sinks wanting to jump over to where she is. My eyes keep directing back to her. As she gazes back in my view, I give her the cheers salute with my almost empty, paper cup of coke. Not long after being subbed, the crowd once again go wild as Ryan Harley scores a 70th minute strike to draw the game and make it 3-2 on arrogate. The naughty minx takes of her top, twirling it above her head. I silently wish she'd taken off her black, cotton mini-skirt.

Ben Watson hammers it past Rayner who now looks as though he's falling to pieces. We've now reversed the table to claim a draw on arrogate. My brain fires up the thought whether she's wearing any panties or not. Although her top came off for Exeter, I still wonder if she's a Plainmoor girl or not, being on the home side.

The Pride of Devon becomes apparent on the pitch. Both teams finally start showing why they're rivals. Just then, it's as if an invisible truck hits me. In my head I know I have to fuck her. My cock's bursting to be let out for freedom, but instead my phone comes out to play and turning on the camera, I snap a picture of the topless honey. Zooming the app, I get the impression she knows, as her tongue rides to her top lip, I take another photo.

Just like her, I revert my eyes to the game. Impossible: Although this has definitely become a game of two halves dour and amazing. I discover my x-ray vision being put to the test, as she's now put her top back on. Ogling her beauty, I place the sexy minx and me together as an item. The invisible truck, this time delivers me a twinge as I take into consideration I may never see her again, not wanting to think of the latter, I thank my lucky stars for this moment and continue paying attention to the game.

Richard ‘Dickie' Logan rubs out the draw on arrogate guaranteeing a visit to Wembley with a header. Punching the air, my jubilation of a new league table awaiting our success catches her interest on the other side. She again lifts up her top and smiles at me. I sense we're on the same side, but if that's the case, she's on the wrong side. I wonder why? Does the lass even support anyone?

My heart belongs to her. I know she'll be in my dreams maybe for years to come, unless we get it on together and then I'll never let her go. We'll have so much fun, maybe at sporting events like this one. Wayne Carlisle receives a pass from ‘Dickie' Logan stomping the final goal past Rayner making it 5-3 on arrogate. The final whistle blows. We're on our way to the greatest footballing venue in the UK. Thank you Wayne!

The stadium comes alive with Exeter fans waving and singing ‘cheerio'. I leave the ground, a swamp of stimulated bodies make their exit. I don't notice her amongst the hectic throng, but stand back in hope. As the crowd fades, my heart drops thinking she's left. Twirling around, having lost spirit, she pops into view.

‘Hang on, hi,' I say, as she goes to waltz past me. ‘I'm Gary,' I offer my hand.

‘Oh yeah I know you,' she answers back. ‘You're the one that was directly in line with me.'

‘Yeah that's me,' I answer.

‘Well hello Gary. I'm Shannon.' She wraps her arms around me. ‘I need a lift, or something.'

‘I don't have a car, but maybe I could help?'

‘Yeah,' she also nods in agreement and grabbing my hand, we rush out of sight.

Shannon almost flings me back against the brick wall. ‘I love teasing,' she says looking up, and unzipping my flies bringing my proud member into the open. As she fumbles my balls, her tongue flicks the eye, before inching me down her throat.

‘Oh yes, you are amazing baby,' I gasp. ‘I've been needing this so bad.'

At that moment I wish those words hadn't left my mouth, as her expertise comes to an end. Her hungry blue eyes glare up at me, she takes of her tight-fitting top. The babes that had today delighted many men, were now inches away from me. I rest them in my palms.

Circulating my hands around her orbs, we search each other's eyes, I can hardly believe Shannon is mine; she's a dream come true. She removes my hands, frantically inviting my hard, thick length back down her throat.

‘OH YES,' I cry. ‘I'M GOING TO COME.' I reveal my pleasure.

She stops. Pulls down her mini skirt to reveal a hairy, brown cunt and facing the wall offers her ass. I stroke my dick a couple of times, and then guide it into her dark, wet hole. I hump her slowly at first.

‘Faster,' she squeals. ‘Fuck me faster.'

I grab hold of her hips and start banging her. My pole lubricated with her juices makes the entrance seem never ending. I pump deeper into her, in a stood up, press-up she pushes herself, almost into the wall. Pressing my hands against hers, I practically fall into her. My cock hurriedly swims in her nectar.

I edge. My heavy balls slap against her ass. Her ecstatic cries cause me to stream deep inside her. We freshen up, the whole area's gone quiet, but as we turn a keeper of the ground strolls towards us. I wonder if he's been watching? The car park‘s empty.

We leave the sporting arena looking in all directions. He doesn't follow. We pace back into town holding hands. I feel complete, as though we're meant to be. We wait at the bus stop.

‘I've just thought you're a Plainmoor girl aren't you?'

‘Nah, I'm a Grecian,' Shannon answers. We grip each other's hand tighter. This I ponder to myself, is the best football game I've ever been to.