Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Her Most Naughty Date Ever 1

My nis Jenna and | couldn't believe it when | learned | could make a date with a professional football player

or coach -- and we're talking about a SERIOUS date. | found out from a friend who was positively glowing -- and it

was 24 hours later. You know, that happy glow that an experienced guy can give a girl.

So | asked her what had set her aglow and she said that a friend of hers would need to helpexplore, but

bottom line, you get to spend squality twith a hunk. So | asked her, "Quality tas in 'the whole nine

yards'. And she just smiled and said, "Oh yeah."

Here's the thing. Since | was a young girl, I've thought that guy-butts in football uniforms are awesome. As a

sexually curious student, college and high, | discovered that buff athletes are way more interesting tothat

the guys on the debate team or most of the professors. So | have an ongoing fantasy about football players.

And here it was, out of the blue, a possible fantasy ctrue. As arranged by my friend, a woman named

Patricia called me, verified that | was me, and said, "This is a very select, very hush program, informally

approved by the team. Players who have a high need for, shall we say, ‘regular release’ can participate. We find

that it keeps them closer to hin terms of focus on their football. Are you following me?"

"Yes," | said seriously, "I'm following," and my inner college slut was shouting, 'WHOO-E-BABY, THIS IS COOL."

"At 10:55 tonight, | will message you a link. You can access the site starting at 11:00. It will vanish at 11:30. We

do view your participation as something of a community service, so you'll find opportunities to state preferences.

At this time, | simply need two affirmatives from you. Do you intend to participate and do you swear secrecy

about any details of this program."

"Yes and yes," | said solemnly.

Needless to say, at 10:55 my fully charged phone and | were waiting impatiently at my desktop computer. The

dinger dinged and | opened my message, then waited for a very long five minutes to be able to access the

website.

The hpage was cool looking and thankedfor participating in their Fan Appreciation Program, The next

page included 15 guy-photos, all without shirts. 12 were players, including snames | had heard. They wore

those wonderful uniform pants. Three were coaches, wearing brief athletic shorts. Nine black players, one black

coach. It was like looking at a menu in the world's greatest restaurant.

| decided I had time, so messaged my friend quickly, "I'm here, onsite, now. Is there a chance | can get invited

back?" She replied right away, a laughing emoji and 'l can't reveal details, but YES!!!." | loved that answer. | had

thought about the best looking of the white coaches, but decided a chance to fulfill a fantasy just couldn't be

passed up. My guy was 6'4", 225 pounds -- a tight end with a killer smile. Nwas Quinten, called Quint. After

clicking on his photo -- actually, I clicked on the photo's crotch -- a note popped up. "Quint's favorite outfit will be

waiting for you on arrival. A football jersey with his nand number on it. NOTHING else will be needed. He

enjoys playful wrestling and resistance against his seduction efforts."

Damn, that was definitely enough to get this girl moist. I'm 5'3", slender but nicely rounded, I'm told. So |

assessed low odds that | would resist Quinten for long. | picked from a selection of three dates, the first available,

ten days from now. | was given a favorite drink and appetizer menu, which didn't exactly surprise me, as our

team is known as a classy outfit. Well, it actually, did surprise me. Until the moment of their interest in my

favorite drink, this seemed sexy and mysterious but a bit slutty. | was already talking myself into believing |

could be a valuable part of the team -- helping the players focus!

As you can imagine, the days passed slowly for me, and it was hard not to talk about it, but I kept my vows. In

the bathtub, on game-day, | made sure that everything was fresh and clean and smooth, but I also laid my head

back against the tub rim, and fantasized. The idea that | would soon be naked for Quint, #86, was delicious.

| arrived ten minutes early at the training facility, a huge complex in a west suburb, and drove along an access

road at the very back edge of the complex. | entered a pass-code into a gate device, it opened, and there was a

small parking lot ahead with the sign "Fan Appreciation." | parked, entered the only available door, and found

myself in a large room with hallways leading in every direction. A young man looked up and smiled a cute but

knowing smile, "And who will you be appreciating tonight." | couldn't help smiling back. "I'll be appreciating

number 86." He looked at a computer screen. "Yes, Jenna. That will be in Bravo 4, and he gestured to my left.

| remembered an important detail: "Where do | find my outfit?" He toldit was in the closet, just inside the

Bravo 4 door. | walked down a long hallway with doors that began Bravo 1. | knocked on Bravo 4. The door

opened and | was looking up into Quinten's face. He smiled a dazzling smile and said, "No need to knock Sweet

Jenna, you are welchere." | was deeply in love already.

| managed a reasonably cool, "It's nice to meet you, Number 86," which earned a deep manly chuckle and a

smile and madefeel good. He opened the door to a huge walk-in closet. "You can suit-up here." | was

wearing a jogging suit, braless, but | had decided to wear my normal bikini panties as | was still not 100% sure

that the website's NOTHING meant commando. | slipped into the bright blue jersey and decided immediately

that Quinten had never worn it. It fitperfectly, and was SHORT, barely below my butt cheeks. | figured that

he would know, soon enough, that | was still wearing panties, so could correct If | was wrong.

Bravo 4 looked something like a small apartment, except that kitchen, sitting area, and bedroom were all visible

tofrom the entrance. The big difference was a full gymnastic mat adjacent to the bedroom. | wondered if all

this could possibly be for the fan appreciation program and decided probably not. Maybe lodging for visiting

referees or league officials?

We sat on opposite ends of the sitting-area couch, turned toward each other, sipping our drinks. and munching

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on Mozzerella sticks. He toldhe had read my portfoand he asked about my cheerleading career at my

small Midwestern college. | admitted | knew more about basketball cheering than about football, but I did

understand that 'Hold that line' meant they had the ball, and 'First and ten, do it again,’ meant we had the ball. |

also told him that | had studied up on the role of tight ends.

He smiled, "So what is the role of the tight end?"

"You can block like a lineman on running plays and block to protect the quarterback on spassing plays and’

catch passes like a receiver on other passing plays." | looked at him hopefully.

He chuckled, but it seemed like a friendly chuckle. "And how many touchdown passes did | catch last year."

'‘Busted,' | thought. | just smiled, brightly | hoped, "Lots and lots."

That causedto blush when he laughed out loud, but it seemed like we were getting along well. | definitely

liked him, a laid back, easy charm that was really likable.

"You are a beautiful girl."

"Thank you. You're a beautiful guy." Another warm laugh. I felt like | was on a roll.

"Great legs -- a cheerleader's legs but | couldn't help noticing that you're out of uniform."

Of course, | wasn't surprised that he knew, still it was embarrassing for sstrange reason. "I wasn't sure...

should I... you, know... now?"

"It's okay, I'll handle it." That casual comment sent a visual into my brain that caused my heart to beat faster. |

decided to play bold. "Maybe you won't be able to, I'm pretty tough,"

He chuckled again, a deep rich laugh that was truly manly. "I'll be impressed if you're that tough. Ready?"

| got up, trying for a determined look, and headed straight toward the mat, aware again of how short my #86

jersey was. "Ready."

| watched him unzip and remove the jacket of his sweatsuit, then pull down the pants, leaving him in very brief

athletic shorts, V slit. It was a true OMG moment: chest and shoulders lean but chiseled, arms and legs with

sharply defined muscles, not bulging, just powerful looking. Part of him was bulging, and | wondered how

everything was staying inside the shorts.

I had done shomework by watching a couple MF erotic wrestling videos, so | knew enough to circle the mat

a couple times, trying to look like a lady tiger ready to attack. | also knew that any chance | had depended on

getting my hands, or my mouth, on his manhood, which can cause guys to lose focus on fighting.

When we quit circling and closed in on each other, | tried to find a way to get to his shorts, but he collected both

my wrists in one giant hand and used his lower leg to take my legs out from under me. | landed on my butt on

the mat, and he smoothly laidflat on my back, my arms stretched over my head. | could feel the hem of my

jersey at my waist. "Oh, man," | groaned, "I wasn't ready for that." | twisted and squirmed, but could find no way

to escape his grip. | was looking up into eyes obviously enjoying the moment, but warm, almost gentle.

His other hand was suddenly on my stomach, lightly caressing as it slid under the jersey and up to my breasts.

He cuppedwith the giant hand, then teasedwith his palm, and finger-teased my nipple. Then he shifted

to my other breast, teasing me, then back and forth. | knew that round one was about over for me. "No, stop,

stop," | whispered hoarsely, twisting and writhing, but Il realized that every twist and turn just increased the

sensations in my breasts.

| felt his hand sliding down my stomach, into my panties, pausing to tease my clit, then two fingers were in me,

My back arched, hips way off the mat, actuallly searching for more contact with his fingers. He went deeper, |

spread myself for him wider, he thrust powerfully, over and over, until my orgasm overpowered me. | finally sank

back onto the mat, legs still spread, thighs quivering, struggling to catch my breath. ] "You lost," he said simply.

"I know," | panted between gasps," but | didn't try very hard that time."

"I noticed that, from about breast-touch on. "I'll collect your panties now."

I sat up and pulled my jersey down, from wrapped around my shoulders to panty coverage, as well as | could,

"Give my one more chance to keep them."

He smiled at me, warmly | thought, "Okay, you are a good loser."

This tmy 30 seconds of circling like a tigress beca position, face down, ass-up, feeling his thigh under

my hips. | could feel the jersey at mid-back. SMACK, his giant hand cdown on my butt, causingto yelp.

Then again, SMACK -- not really painful, but stinging. | felt my hips and thighs quiver on their own.

| tried to turn toward him, but | couldn't turn my head enough. "Is this legal?" | whimpered, at the st|

felt him grasp the waistband of my panties. "Oh yes, Sweet Jenna, legal." Then he pulled the panties over my

hips, leaving them at my knees, so the next SMACK was on bare skin, then another. | yelped both times, my body

jerked and squirmed. My ass was tingling from the smacks, but my pussy was tingling in its own way, aware that

his huge hand was still on my ass, caressing while exploring curves and crevises. Then fingers were between my

legs, spreading me. My hips were moving on their own, seeking him. "This isn't fair," | whimpered, while the

fingers moved from the soft flesh of my upper thigh to again tease my clit.

The warm chuckle again, "I know." And two long fingers went intofrom behind, stroking deep and hard from

the beginning, his hand smacking against my ass wiith every stroke. My hips were thrashing, my back arched, |

was gasping, | knew my orgasm was only seconds away, but he suddenly pushedaway from him, rolling my

onto the mat. | thought it might be a chance to get up and try again, but his hand clamped around my ankle,

freezingon my back. Then with moves that were smooth, athletic, he was beside me, slowly collecting my

panties while our eyes met, his smile the victor's smile. Then my legs were spread, and he was on his knees,

between my legs, and | was looking up at him, practically begging. Then his mouth was between my legs,

kissing, tonguing. Then huge hands were under me, fingers teasing my ass, lifting my hips while spreading me.

Then his tongue was in me, then deeper, then deeper than | ever imagined. And | bucked, and moaned, then

screamed as he finished me.

He moved again, now sitting beside me, legs pointed toward my head, one hand on my upper thigh, feeling me

still quivering as | tried to get breathing back to normal. Our eyes met. | loved the warmth in his expression. "You

lost again."

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"I know. Big time."

"I think you may do better next round."

"Why would you think that?"

"Just a hunch."

His prediction ctrue. Somehow little Jenna's tigress managed to wrestle him to the mat and get her hand

onto his shorts. Then to pull down the shorts enough to release his cock. It was an OMG moment that I'll never

forget. | began stroking, realizing that my whole hand, from thumb to palm to pinkie, was involved. | heard a

manly, 'UUUHH,' took a moment to cup and caress his balls, then returned to stroking. He moaned again.

Now | looked down into his eyes. "You seem to have burned up all your energy."

His eyes closed, he grimaced, body jerking. "Apparently | have."

| teased the head of his cock. "I think I might win."

His voice had gone soft, just above a whisper. "I think you might. But I'll fight back, soon."

"No you won't," | said, with determination. Without stopping my stroking, | climbed over a huge thigh, pushed his

legs apart, got both knees between his legs, and replaced my hand with my mouth. He moaned, louder now. |

struggled to get him deeper in my mouth, but could squeeze and stroke his length with both hands. His cock was

getting even bigger. | released my mouth, looked down at him and smiled a victor's smile. "I'm gonna make you

cum, big guy." He lifted his head to meet my eyes, but | swirled his cock with my hands and again teased the

head. His eyes closed, his head fell back.

I surrounded him with my mouth again, stroking, caressing, teasing, The giant body was squirming, teeth

clenched, chiseled shoulders, chest and arms glistening with sweat, now under my control. He reached toward

me, both hands holding onto my hair, but gently. | could see him beginning to flinch and go tense. | worked

hands and mouth faster, harder. Then his whole body went rigid. His back arched. And he exploded in my mouth,

way more than | could swallow, but | tried. | kept stroking as | moved to beside him again. His cock remained

amazingly hard, and big. | used my left hand to stroke his cheek and down onto his chest. | looked into his eyes.

"You lost."

He put both hands behind his head, half-smiling, looking content. "You were a worthy competitor, Sweet Jenna." |

felt warm all over, my hand encircled him, stroking again. His cock was growing in my hand. But he sat up and

made the T for time-out sign with his hands. "Let's take a break."

We returned to the couch, with Quinten back inside his athletic shorts andwalking in front of him, knowing

my jersey was SHORT. Honestly | didn't mind at all. | had nothing left to hide from him, and the thought of his

eyes studying me, thinking aboutand the tahead, was a huge turn-on.

| accepted his suggestion that a couple cold beers felt right, because of all the physical effort we were putting

into the keep-players-focused program. | saluted smartly and said, "Always willing to do my part for the team."

As we sipped, he studied me, approvingly it seemed. He gestured toward the mat. "You were really hot over

there."

We realized the accidental double meaning at about the stime. | laughed out loud, he chuckled but almost

sheepishly. | smiled slyly. "Which of my orgasms gave you your first clue, Number 86."

"Sorry -- to clarify. You and your body and your spirit were very hot, to me."

| was glowing again. "Thank you? It was a very special tfor me, too."

"Why so?"

"When | walked in the door, | wasn't sure whether | would be viewed as your slut, performing for you. | was okay

with that, I'm a big girl who isn't clueless. But you madefeel welcome, almost like a friend rather than a toy. |

really liked that." He looked thoughtful then curious. "Why do you do this?" | knew what he meant, but | had to

resist another double-meaning moment -- it was tempting to slide to his end of the couch and release his cock

from the shorts again. "I like sex, a lot. | like adventure. This is surely as good as it gets."

"No husband or boyfriend?"

| hesitated. | hadn't been entirely honest on my profile. "My significant other knows I'm here... he, uh, he's cool

with it."

"Turned on by it?"

"es."

Quint frowned and shook his head. "I don't get that."

"I don't either. I just know it's true and now he's lettingbe like a kid in a candy store."

"So you'll go htonight and tell him all about this?"

"es."

He stood, walked toward me, held out his hand and pulledto my feet. "Then let's be sure you have a helluva

story to tell him"

And we headed toward the bedroom.

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"That would be a maybe. | enjoy it, but it's gotta be good for you."

"So I'd have even less chance to resist you than on the mat, right?"

He smiled, "That would be the case.."

"Okay, I'll do it, but I'm not going to let you makecum."

He smiled a confident smile. "I like your tries to resist.."

He went to work, binding my wrists together over my head, then visiting both corners of the bed to bind my

ankles. | was about two-thirds of the way to full spread-eagle. "Why do you like this so much?" | asked.

He sat on the bed, feet still on the floor, but beside me, our eyes met. "The vulnerability, | think. Your inability to

resist. My total control of your body."

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| just moaned and purred.

He continued, all over my body, lightly touching me, teasingdeliciously. | whispered between deep breaths,

"Quint we have an urgent matter to discuss."