A passion for soccer - part 1

I went to Belfast a couple of years ago, to see soccer cup final featuring my favourite team and to see relatives that lived there. I live in Canada and I hadn't been "home" in many years. My interest in the Belfast football team I supported as a child had flagged over the years but it was reborn through the magic of the internet. While looking up results of games, I discovered an internet fan club and chat list. I asked to join and was quickly accepted. The spring after joining the fan club, my team made it to the cup final and I decided to be there for it!

Now, you are probably already bored and asking, "Hey, where's the chick? Where's the sex?” trust me it's coming!

Let's skip ahead...I made it to Belfast and met up with the fan club at a pub. That was when I saw her. I was in my mid thirties at the time, but looked a lot younger. She was 20 and her name was Claire. She was tall and slender, with long legs clad in skin-tight denim. The black leather boots she had on not only added to the sexiness of her legs but also her made her ass into a perfect pear shape that I was dying to grasp. She was wearing a man's polo shirt, sporting our team logo, that was a size too small and clung to her smallish breasts, accentuating them so your eyes were drawn to her chest, her hair hung to just past her collar and she kept flicking it back exposing her elegant, pale neck that just begged to be bitten.

All of this I saw in a moment as she passed by me, giving me a long look and then continuing on into the crowd. I was immediately obsessed with the thought of her. Of course, my "good angel" told me I had no chance as she was young and beautiful, but my "bad angel" quickly rebutted reminding me of the look she gave me and the fact the rest of the fan club were married or coupled up in some way.

Anyway, we went to the game, which our team won, and then returned on our bus to the pub for a celebration. She sat in aisle seat one row ahead of me, her luscious legs stretched into the aisle. She kept sliding her hand along her thigh as if it was stiff or sore. I couldn't stop staring. When I looked up, I discovered she was watching me ogling her and as I flushed with embarrassment she grinned slyly and looked away. I was totally hooked now.

The party was in full force when we arrived at the pub, everyone was happy and the booze flowed freely. I mingled with the crowd, always keeping an eye on Claire as she danced. I saw that she kept dancing with the same two guys and started to give up hope, figuring she was seeing one of them. That's when the travel bug or, stranger in town syndrome, kicked in. I told myself, "What have you got to lose ? You don't live here or really know anybody, so just go for it !".

Emboldened by that thought, I moved onto the dance floor. Just as I did, Claire's dance partners bolted from the floor and she sat down in a large U shaped booth. I plopped myself down opposite her and said hello. To my surprise, and rising pleasure, she scooted around the table until she was sitting next to me, thigh to thigh. As her leg brushed mine, I felt that spark that you hope she's feeling too.

She started talking about the game and I told her to stop and tell me about herself. She raised her eyebrow, as if to say,” What are you up too ?". I was obviously looking at her face as she did this and now I was forced to stare into her hazel eyes. They kept changing with the light, one second brownish, then suddenly flashing green.

I went for broke and said, "I know you like and understand football, and I know you are beautiful, I mean, you are a male soccer fan's wet dream. So I want to know: Why you are here alone ? And are you single?".

After a second's thought, she told me she was single, what she did for a living and that she couldn't understand why she was single, that maybe she intimidated men with her soccer knowledge and that she was overly romantic or ,to use the old cliché, she was waiting for her prince to come.

I knew that what I said in reply would determine the course of the rest of the evening. Again, I decided to just go for it! As I started to talk, I put my hand on her leg, just above the knee. My hand was fully extended, wrapped around her leg. My thumb rested on the in-seam of her jeans. I looked into her face and saw a combination of detached amusement and intense arousal.

I watched her expression change to full arousal as I said, "I want to be your Prince. I want to make love to you, caress you, hold you, make you feel everything that the Princess you are should feel. You know I'm leaving tomorrow, but I want you to understand, I am not just trying to get laid. I know you can feel the connection between us and you understand that this is not just a boy meets girl in a pub on a drunken Saturday night. You know that every touch will be electric!".

Whether it was a load of crap or the truth, I had been sliding my hand along her thigh, gripping it firmly. Just as my thumb reached the top of her thigh, I finished talking and leaned in and gently kissed her. I took her bottom lip between both of mine and licked it. She pulled her face back and I thought I had failed, but then she reached down and put my hand between her legs, clenched them together and then, as she cupped my balls in her hand, kissed me with a wide open mouth and said, "Let's get out of here!".

We left quickly. We necked like frantic teenagers during the taxi ride to her house. I restrained myself from groping her, instead I held her tight to me, occasionally running my hands down her arms until our hands met and our fingers intertwined.

Once we were inside her apartment, we started tearing each other's clothes off. I started with her shirt and bra. As soon as she was topless I moved my lips from hers and started in on that long, beautiful neck that I had been dying to get my mouth on since I saw it. I kissed it, licked it, then I put one hand on the back of her head, wrapped her hair around it and pulled her head back. She moaned as I brought my mouth to the base of her taut throat and bit.

With my free hand, I had undone her jeans and I had a finger in her sopping, throbbing cunt. For such a young woman, she had amazing muscle control. I could feel her vagina clench and release my finger while she also moved her entire body up and down on my hand.

She pulled away briefly to suggest we go to her bedroom. I said no, explaining that I wanted to have her in every room and on every available piece of furniture in her apartment so that everything she looked at in her apartment would remind her of tonight! She responded by putting her hand down the front of my jeans and tugging me towards her. My pants came undone in the process and she grasped the head of my cock and started stroking.

She pulled my jeans and boxers down until she was able to stoke me from head to root. I was still fingering her, in fact I had 3 fingers in her, while my thumb split her labia and she ground her clit against it. Due to her boots, I knew I couldn't pull jeans off. I told her memories start here, and pulled her pants to her knees. She wasn't wearing any underwear. I turned her around to face her front door. It was an old building with ornate mouldings around the doors. I took her hands and made her grab the mouldings at the top of the doorframe. I ran my fingers down her arms, reaching around to her chest and roughly ground her nipples in my palms. As I got to her waist, I brought my hands to her back and lifted her ass in the air and drove my cock deep into her..

I rammed her so hard I thought she would slam into the door, but instead I was shocked as I almost bounced off her as she pushed back with equal force. As a result, I was buried inside her. We stayed like that for a moment. I leaned forward and pulled her head back, kissed her, and said, "Every time you close this door, every time you look through this peephole to see who is knocking, you are going to feel my cock inside you !". She simply moaned, bent over a little more, and I began to pump into her. I began to fuck her harder and harder, faster and faster until I was on the verge of coming.

When I was deep inside her she suddenly let go of the doorframe, turned and held my pulsating cock in her hands and asked me not to come yet. I don't think she still had any idea how badly I wanted her. I told her not to worry, I would be hard all night and would have no problem pleasing her in between erections!

”I’m going to hold you to that promise!”, she said, and pushed me into her living room and onto the couch. She fell on top of me and started licking my neck, all the while stroking my dick, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I felt myself about to cum and as my back arched I watched her dive to my groin and take me in her mouth. That did it! I unloaded into her throat and shivered from head to toe as she continued to bob her head up and down on me. She finished me off with all 8 inches inside her mouth. Her lips tightened around my cock, and with her tongue running up the underside, she brought her face up the full length of me, squeezing every last drop of cum out, and then topped it off with a long lick around the head.

I opened my eyes and looked down to see her smiling face. Her eyes were glowing with that special look a woman has when she knows she’s really made a man have an orgasm, not just a run of the mill release She moved up to kiss me. I could see my load still lingering on her lips and tongue. Remembering what a friend once told me about how a women really gets off if a guy is willing to taste his own cum, I opened my mouth to her kiss. Feeling her body grind against me as we kissed, told me my friend was right !

When our lips finally parted, she said, “Well, that’s the hall and the living room done, what’s next ?“. I rolled her onto her back and removed her boots so I could get her jeans off and replied, “I think the kitchen…all sorts of utensils available for experimentation!”…. to be continued.