Play Ball!

Monica was happy to take a day off from work to chaperone the school trip to the baseball game. It was an incentive for the kids who have good grades. Even though it was only May, the sun was high and hot already. The bright sun shone like a spotlight on the field as if it were a stage. The green grass was freshly cut and as a warm breeze blew up from the grounds its scent wafted up and danced with the smell of hotdogs and beer to form a unique bouquet that only smelled like one thing; baseball. The organ played over the loudspeakers and with only a couple of hundred fans in the stadium the sounds of the players warming up filled the stadium. The 'pop' of a ball in leather gloves sent Monica back to a younger day playing ball with her dad. The ballpark was a happy place. And today was a great day for a game.

The local team wasn't especially good but it was baseball all the same and it beat the hell out of being stuck inside working. Monica settled in to her seat, next to another mom, and kicked her feet up on the seat in front of her to relax. Because of the weather she dressed appropriately. Denim shorts, a T-shirt and to get into the spirit, a ball cap. For 45 she definitely was still taking care of herself and it showed. Her make-up only enhanced her appearance and she looked like a woman ready for some fun. Her friend Abby noticed right away.

"Girl you look like you're in college out here to hit on the players," Abby joked.

Monica laughed, "Girl, you know I like the umpires more than those boys. And the ump today is looking good! See him with those black pants behind home plate?"

Abby looked and spotted the man in black pants and light blue polo shirt ready to call the game. "The one with grey hair?"

"Mhmm, I love a silver fox. He can call balls and strikes for me all day!"

Both women laughed. "You're too much, Monica!" Abby joked, and both women settled in and chatted about all manner of middle age woman business. They discussed rumors about which teacher was retiring and the principal and which of the other mom's they couldn't stand.

Meanwhile the boys were in their own world. Middle school boy conversations were mostly about making fun of one another and showing off their ever growing vocabulary of swears and uncivilized words. They teased each other for liking a girl or even for a girl liking them. Lots of references to butts and dicks and all sorts of body parts that they were endlessly fascinated with.

The game was back and forth for a while with the teams trading leads. It kept everyone interested and engaged in the game. Sitting on the third base side of the field, Monica noticed the 3rd baseman. It was difficult not to. When he came up to bat, the scoreboard showed his name was Miller; Jake Miller. According to the program, he was 6'2" and 22 years old.

"Not bad," Monica muttered as she looked at him over her sunglasses in his tight, white pants, showing off his tight, firm, butt.

Truly, Jake was a sight to behold. A tall, lean, and muscular young man with a charisma that seemed to radiate from him. His uniform fit him perfectly, accentuating his athletic build. Every time he ran onto the field his movements were fluid and powerful; each swing of the bat showcased his strength and precision. His dark hair peeked out from under his cap, slightly disheveled but endearingly so, giving him an air of rugged charm.

His eyes sparkled with youthful energy and a hint of mischief as he interacted with teammates on the field; when he looked up into the crowd it was as if he were searching for someone specific or perhaps just enjoying the admiration of fans.

With the home team down a run in the bottom of the 9th inning and a runner on first, Jake came to bat. There was a single out. The crowd cheered their encouragement. Monica too shouted her enthusiasm, "You can do it Jakey!" She called.

The first pitch was outside; ball one. The second was high; ball two. "Way to be patient!" Monica praised. The third pitch was down in the dirt and kicked away from the catcher to the backstop allowing the runner to advance to second. With a base open at first, everyone assumed they would walk Miller. But the next pitch was over the plate and Miller swung. "Crack!" Went the bat and the whole stadium stood and cheered and watched and some held their breath as they watched the center fielder track back, back, reach the wall and then watch the ball sail over the wall for a home run! The people watching cheered. Monica hopped up and down, her perky breasts bouncing with the rest of her small body, her long blond hair floating in the air with each hop.

Monica found herself unable to look away as Jake rounded the bases after hitting a home run. His powerful strides and the confident swing of his bat sent a thrill through her. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, and a familiar heat began to build within her. The way he moved was pure poetry, each step deliberate and full of raw power.

As he approached home plate, he tipped his cap to the crowd, and for a moment, their eyes met. Monica felt a jolt of electricity course through her veins. She quickly looked away, trying to hide the blush that crept up her cheeks.

"Girl, you better cool down," Abby whispered with a knowing smile. "You're looking at him like he's your next meal."

Monica playfully nudged Abby with her elbow but couldn't deny the truth in her friend's words; she couldn't help feeling drawn into this player's world of athleticism and charm.

"Thank you for coming to today's game, please drive home safely," the PA announced. The fans began to head out and the teacher's organized their students to prepare to leave. Monica's boys came up to her, each with a baseball in their hands they got by hustling a player for a used ball. They held them out to their mother, "Mom, can you get Miller to sign these for us?"

This was typical for the boys. They loved getting autographs from the players even if they were only minor leaguers and not likely to ever be famous in the major leagues.

"Why don't you go ask him yourself?" She asked, gesturing over to the dugout where he was standing giving an interview to the media representative and where a group had formed for the same purpose the boys had.

"Our teacher says we have to leave now but you drove separate so can you please get it for us?" One of the boys asked again.

"Sure," Monica nodded. "I can do that. Be good on the bus you two."

"Thanks, mom!" They squeaked and jogged off to catch up with their class.

Abby was watching the exchange. She was grinning when Monica turned around. "Isn't that nice?" She joked. "Now you get to go talk to him."

"Hey! You know me, I like the older ones, not these boys," countered Monica.

"That isn't a boy, but a grown man I see over there," Abby joked looking over at Jake Miller. "But I'm heading home, so let me know how it turns out will you? I want all the details."

"Stop!" Monica teased, "I'll see you tomorrow." Then the blond baseball mom weaved through the seats towards the dugout with the two baseballs in hand.

'What I do for these boys,' she thought.

There was a bit of a crowd, maybe two dozen and Monica was late to join the group. By then the reporter had concluded her interview and left Miller to sign things for the fans. Some of them had just a program.

Others had a ball like Monica. It took several minutes but eventually the rest had their chance to get a signature and it was Monica's turn.

"Oh hi there!" Miller started his eyes opening wide as if he was surprised by her appearance. "Got a couple balls for me to sign?"

Up close he was even more attractive. His eyes had a cool fire in them and she could feel the heat radiating from his body, either from his effort or his masculinity, she wasn't sure and didn't care. She was drawn to him.

Her knees went weak a little and she swayed a bit to the side then answered, "Yes, of course, a signature. These are from my boys, their school brought them today."

"A mom? You are old enough to have kids," Miller joked.

Monica knew he was openly flirting with her and he went for the most obvious compliment a man could make to a 45 year old woman but she loved it all the same.

"Stop!" She laughed, "Of course I'm old enough. I'm old enough to be your mom."

"I wouldn't mind that, I'm sure," he answered.

Monica nearly lost control right then and there and leaped into his strong arms. Instead she giggled like a schoolgirl, his words making her feel like a 20 year old again.

"You're bad," Monica purred.

"I sure am," he countered. Then they stared into one another's eyes for a moment and the air stood still. Monica didn't know where to go from there. It was her turn to either advance the game forward or pull back. Miller sensed she was close so he moved it forward for her.

"Your boys are big baseball fans?"

Monica nodded.

"Awesome, give me a minute and I can give them something better than a ball. How would they like a jersey?"

"Oh that would be amazing!" Monica beamed, and exhaled as the tension was cut a little. "But you don't have to do that."

"It would be my pleasure!" Miller answered. "But I need a minute to clean up. Can you stick around a few?"

"I'm not sure, I was supposed to, um, go..."

"Go where? The kids left. Here, you can come into the clubhouse while I clean up. Ever been in there before?"

"Oh my! No. But I have always wanted to."

"Perfect, then follow me," said Jake, taking Monica's hand and leading her into the dugout and clubhouse.

By then the crew was working on the field and others were cleaning up the stadium. There were not many around any longer out in the stadium. Inside was different however.

Jake led Monica by hand into the under workings of the stadium. For a minor league park, the acclamations inside were nice. They passed a managers office in which there were a few of the manager's staff discussing the day's game and planning for the next. They then passed a weight room in which there were a few people working out on a stationary bike and a few getting some reps in with weights. Then they came to the locker room and Monica peered inside to see several players in various stages of undress.

A couple of the men were in towels even and she managed to spy one bare assed and another full frontal. The young, fit, toned bodies of the players sent warm waves though her own body. Her eyes widened and heart began to race, surrounded by so much masculinity.

Jake led the flushed woman just a little further to a room that was marked "player lounge." It wasn't especially large, about the size of a regular sized bedroom, and had a table with four chairs in the center, a couple of vending machines, a pair of couches against the wall and a large TV mounted to the opposing wall. There was also a foosball table in one corner and an Xbox under the TV with a pair of controllers. It may as well have been a dorm room common area which made sense as most of the players were late teens and early 20s.

Monica paused at the entrance to the room; mind and heart racing. Jake towered over her by a full foot and she could smell his body, a mix of perspiration, masculinity and confidence. Jake placed his hand on the small of her back, above her well rounded rear.

"Will you wait here while I clean up quickly and I'll come back with a couple of jerseys for your boys," the player explained.

"What? Oh the boys? Yeah sure, I can wait here. Won't anyone mind?" Monica wondered.

Jake chuckled, "No I don't think anyone will mind a hot woman in the clubhouse."

Monica blushed further and felt a twinge of desire deep inside her growing a bit stronger. She just smiled, unable to form words to respond to his advance and stepped inside. She decided to sit at the table on one of the chairs rather than a couch. It just seemed less like she was a groupie or something that way. She fished her phone out of her handbag and checked it.

There was a message from her husband. "Hope you're having fun at the game. Love you," is all he wrote. Suddenly that twinge of desire turned to guilt. She was having fun. But should she? Was she doing something wrong?

She pulled up her text thread with Abby. "Girl, Jake invited me back to the clubhouse. He said he's going to sign jerseys for the boys. WTF am I doing? Is this ok?"

Monica put her phone down. Her entire body was tense. She crossed one leg over the other and wiggled her foot. She stared at her phone. She picked it back up, unable to wait for a response from Abby, she looked to see if she was returning her message. There was no sign Abby was answering her. She messaged her husband, "It was fun, just finishing up now then heading home. Love you." She put her phone back down.

Time seemed to stand still. Monica's heart was beating out of her chest. She wanted to run. She wanted to stay. She wanted to be good. She wanted Jake. She didn't know what she wanted. But she convinced herself she was just there for the jerseys.

Then Abby answered, "OMG girl! Are you serious? Gunna help him with his bat? lol"

Monica stared at the message. Is that what she was doing? Was she really going to do more than get some jerseys? Is that why he brought her back there?

A few minutes later, Jake returned, his hair still damp from a quick shower. He was dressed in a pair of jeans that hugged his hips perfectly and a tight t-shirt that accentuated his muscular frame. His eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and something more intense as he entered the room.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I wanted to make sure I looked presentable for you."

Monica stood up, her heart still racing but her mind slightly more focused now that she had talked to Abby. "It's okay," she replied softly; trying to hide her nerves with fake confidence "I didn't mind waiting."

Jake handed her two jerseys, both signed with sharpie. "Here you go," he said; leaning in slightly so their faces were just inches apart "One for each of your boys."

Monica took the jerseys; feeling the soft fabric between her fingers but not able to look away from those intense eyes staring back at hers.

"Thank you," she whispered, then bit on lower lip nervously, "This is really kind of you."

Jake reached out; gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The young athlete let his fingers linger on her cheek just long enough that it sent shivers down her spine before he pulled away slowly.

"You're very welcome," Jake murmured leaning even closer this time; so close she could feel his breath on her lips, "I'm glad I could do this for them... and for you."

He pulled his other hand from behind his back and had his game worn jersey in it. It was still damp with his sweat. It was perfect. Monica gasped and gripped it, staring down at the gift just waiting for whatever was going to happen next to get on with it.

Then Jake leaned in, with his large hand he grabbed Monica's hip and pulled her to him. She looked up as if to protest but before she could say a word, Jake kissed her. She melted, nearly losing the strength in her legs and fell into the ball player. He wrapped both hands around her and held her to him, his strong arms holding her tightly. She couldn't escape his grip if she wanted to, but she certainly didn't want to. With jerseys in her hands all she could do was let him have her.

Jake ran one hand down Monica's back and gripped her round ass, which was tight in her cut off shorts. The other gripped her long blond hair so he could move her head where he wanted. Monica could smell his masculinity and it was intoxicating. She was drunk on it already and was clay in his hands to be used and molded however he wanted.

The athlete picked her up and sat her on the table. For a moment her lips were free and she tried to protest, "But someone..."

She could not finish as Jake immediately pressed his lips to hers once more and his tongue darted into her mouth. She couldn't speak, and could barely breathe. Yet her heart was racing and the rest of her body was on fire, desperate for his touch.

Monica couldn't see what he was doing but she could tell Jake was fumbling with his jeans. She heard them unfasten and she reached down and sure enough found what she expected. Although, it was much more than she anticipated. He was large, hard and hot. She gripped his manhood but could barely wrap her tiny hand around it.

Monica moaned softly into his kiss, her initial hesitation melted away as desire took over. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulled him closer, and felt his hardness press against her through their clothes. Her hands explored his body; tracing the muscles of his back and shoulders before tangling in his hair.

Jake's mouth moved to her neck; kissing and sucking gently leaving marks that would remind her of this encounter long after it ended.

"Tell me you want this," he growled low against skin sending shivers down spine "Tell me you want me."

Monica threw her head back exposing more neck to him; gasping for breath she moaned, "I want you Jake... I want you so bad."

With that admission Jake gripped the jerseys still clutched in her hands and pulled them away, then tossed them aside so he could lay Monica down fully on the table while clearing the surface with one swift motion.

He kissed down her body pausing at her breasts, squeezed gently through the thin fabric of her t-shirt before continuing downward until finally reaching the waistband of her shorts where he hooked fingers into the sides, and pulled them off slowly revealing inch by inch smooth skin beneath.

Monica lifted hips to help him remove the garment completely, leaving nothing between them except thin lace panties which were already damp with anticipation.

Jake looked up at Monica from between legs; eyes dark with lust "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured before leaning in. Monica took a quick inhaled breath and held it as she felt Jake's hot, wet tongue flick out and tase the sensitive nub hidden beneath the lace.

Monica cried out, bucking her hips off the table pressing harder against mouth eager for more stimulation.

"Please," pleaded Monica. "Please fuck me. I need it."

The ball player didn't need more encouragement than that. He stood up with a look in his eyes that was nearly animalistic and gripped her thick thighs, then positioned himself between her legs. He pressed his member to her smooth, wet, slit and pushed forward.

Monica's eyes rolled back in her head and she inhaled sharply, holding her breath in as her vision blurred and Jake stretched her soft lips apart with his thick, young cock. She couldn't form words but instead just groaned as he buried himself deep inside her womanhood. He paused, letting her get used to being filled to the brim, then pulled back a bit before pushing back in her just as deep as before.

Monica exhaled and gasped for breath, again sitting up a bit to see his strong body between her legs using her for his pleasure. She grunted and groaned and finally growled, "Yeeeesssssss."

Jake held on to her thighs and thrust in and out of Monica's tight body stretching it to accommodate him.

"Fuck your pussy feels so good. Even better than those twenty year olds I fuck. I knew I would love your milf body," Jake moaned.

Monica couldn't answer him. He felt too good. She was lost in pleasure. She forgot all about her boys, all about the jerseys, all about her husband, everything. In that moment there was only her and Jake and their mutual pleasure.

Monica threw her head back, her long blond hair spilling over the edge of the table as she surrendered completely to the sensation of Jake filling her. Her nails dug into his thighs; urging him deeper; harder.

"Don't stop," she panted; voice hoarse with desire "Fuck me harder Jake... make me feel it."

Jake obliged; his hips moving faster; his grip on her thighs tightened, leaving marks that would serve as reminders of this encounter for days to come.

He leaned over her body taking one nipple into mouth through the fabric and sucked hard before moving to the other and giving it equal attention.

Monica arched her back pushing her breasts further into his mouth and cried out loudly, not caring who heard, "Yes! Just like that! You're so deep inside me!"

Jake could feel himself getting closer already but he wasn't ready for it to end yet, so he slowed down slightly changing the angle so he could hit that sweet spot inside, making Monica see stars.

"Cum for me Monica," he demanded, looking into eyes. "I want to feel that pussy milk my cock."

With those words Monica's body obeyed his command and convulsed around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, sending her spiraling out of control.

She screamed loud enough for everyone in the stadium to hear, letting go of all inhibitions, finally giving herself completely over to the passion. Waves of pleasure wracked her body, making her legs shake and had her gasping for air. Monica reached up and wrapped her hands around Jake's neck and pulled him closer, her eyes staring into his and breathed, "Give it to me."

The athlete tensed and stared into her eyes as his cock swelled even more and then exploded deep inside the grown woman's pussy.

"Fuck you feel so good!" Jake cried. "Your pussy is so tight while you cum. Fuck!"

The young man's entire body clenched as he flooded her womb with his young, virile cum. Monica felt it painting her insides and purred, holding onto Jake's neck nearly forehead to forehead. She could feel his breath and he hers as they climaxed together.

A few moments and Jake was spent and sat up, still hard and deep inside the cum-filled mother and wife. He stepped back and popped his large cock from her stretched pussy which immediately began to spill with the young man's seed.

"That was fucking amazing," Jake admitted. "Best fuck I've had in a while. Thank you." The fit man smiled as he reached down to pull his jeans up. He looked around and found Monica's shorts on the ground and gathered them and the jerseys and handed them to the woman. Monica sat up and a flood of cum leaked out of her and onto the table.

Suddenly both whipped their heads around as a slow clap came from the doorway and there stood the older manager still in his uniform clapping his hairy hands together.

"I would suspend your dumbass for that shit," the older man chuckled, "but seeing as how you hit a walk off home run this afternoon I suppose I can let it slide." He looked to Monica who was frantically pulling her shorts over her ample ass. "Seems you hit a pair of home runs today eh?" The manager smiled then headed back to his office.

"Sorry bout that," Jake muttered.

"It's ok," Monica smiled. "Thank you for the jerseys, and the um, hot dog I suppose."

Jake laughed. "You're very welcome. Thank you for coming to the ballpark today. Hope I see you at another game soon."

"Oh I'll be back. I'm a big fan."

"The best."

Jake smiled and nodded, then headed out of the lounge and back to the locker room. Monica grabbed the jerseys and after stepping out of the lounge and into the hallway, she noticed that there was an exit sign in the direction of the parking lot and she tried her luck and sure enough it exited outside the stadium. She hurried to her car and hurried home.

Jake Miller was promoted to a higher level within the organization and never returned to that ball park again, but he never forgot his moment with Monica and she likewise never forgot her young ball player and his home run.