The Laws Of Physical Relations During Football Season
Yesterday, I went to watch some football over at the local sports bar and had a blast. There were all walks of life dressed in their favorite team’s uniform and the alcohol kept flowing as wide receivers all around the league would get rocked blindsided by the outside linebacker and fumbles and interceptions decided the fate of a lot of games. The best part about it though was a break from the 18 year old as she was nowhere in sight—it was just me, football, alcohol, and sports babes to talk to.
Making conversation with females during football games was a lot easier than the “pick-up line” traditional way because breaking the ice is a lot easier when you can either rag on their team for making a bonehead play or cheering your team on after a spectacular scoring drive. And physical contact is a must with the female(s), whether it’s a high five to congratulate them or a nudge to let them know how dominated their team got. Everyone is having a good time regardless and if you can peel your eyes from TV screens, there is almost always someone’s girlfriend/wife there not knowing a thing about football and is all the while getting drunk to just fit in—sloppy drunk at that.
After taking a couple of hits off of a joint I brought with me, I made my way across the bar and struck up a conversation with a drunk broad dressed like the slut she was. Her man was in a long sports debate with another dude over some shit I didn’t care about jumping into—but I was interested in “jumping” something else. The slut and I vibed both physically and mentally and I could feel the attraction she let off after only about five minutes of conversation; it may have been the alcohol that possessed her, but I’d like to think I had a little to do with it. She went over to tell her man that she had to use the restroom, but her man motioned her away with his hand without even turning around. She looked back at me and her eyes pointed at me to follow her.
As I met her in front of the bathroom, she led me out of the back door and during our walk back to her (or his) car, she complained and complained about her boyfriend. Like a “good friend” I listened and let her get everything (including her bra) off of her chest. She shoved my cock in her PinkandPerfect.com cunt and rode me like a woman with revenge on her mind. Our quickie ended with her having convulsions, and the gap in her walk on the way back into the bar was very noticeable. I didn’t make it back in though—I hopped in my car instead and headed home relaxed and at ease.
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