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He Shoots, He Scores!

By Victor Ramierez

Paul was seated three rows from the front, watching the Friday night game of football. He usually tried to get to as many games as he could, and he recognised a lot of the faces around him. In front of him sat a total babe, her long black hair covered the back of the skin tight black t-shirt she was wearing. He had seen her before but she was usually with a group of friends.

Paul looked up and saw the ball heading straight for the sidelines, right at her. With a thump it connected with her hand sending her bag flying back into his lap.

She turned to look at him, and he smiled at her.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes thanks,” she said collecting her bag from him.

“Are you here by yourself tonight?” asked Paul hopefully.

“Yes, I didn’t want to miss this one and no-one else could make it,” she said with a smile.

“I’m getting a drink, would you like something?”

Paul sat down next to her when he returned with her diet coke, and they watched the remainder of the game together.

Paul thought he was getting all the right signals from her but he wasn’t totally sure. After the game they made their way to the train station and Paul climbed on board with her.

After a few stops Paul was almost sure she was coming on to him, so he went for it and slid his arm around her shoulders. He leant forward and kissed her deeply.

“About time,” she said when they broke the kiss. “I was starting to think I’d have to drop my panties to give you the hint.”

She grinned and stood up, leading him along the carriage. “We’ll have to hurry, my station’s not too far along.”

They ducked into the empty toilet and closed the door.

“No time for anything fancy, how about a blowjob until next time?”

Paul nodded happily, and quickly dropped his jeans and boxers.

She smiled at him and licked her lips. “Very nice.”

Paul sat down on the toilet seat and she dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked him in the eye as she opened her luscious lips and engulfed his hard cock in one slow movement. He was in sheer heaven, she tickled his cock with her tongue as it slid in and out. Her lips pressed against his shaft giving him the right amount of friction, and as he slid in she sucked even more, pulling him into her mouth.

She slid it back out and began to lick up and down the length of his shaft as she slowly pumped it with her hand. Lightly she cupped his balls with her other hand and then drove her mouth down the length of his dick again.

Paul looked down as she pressed her lips against the base of his cock, taking it all the way into her mouth.

He groaned in ecstasy and, she pulled him from her mouth again.

“Come on my face Paul,” she pleaded.

He didn’t need to be asked again. He pumped his cock, as she pressed her big tits together with her arms, and made a pouty face. Paul looked at the fantastic cleavage in front of him, almost good enough to ski down. She began to fondle her nipples through the t-shirt and they poked out even more than they had been. She was letting out little moans almost in time with his. She licked her lips making her lipstick shine in the fluro lighting, that was enough for Paul.

With a grunt he began to spurt over her lips and chin as he frantically pumped his cock, trying to squeeze even more out.

With a final sigh, he slumped back on the seat and watched the smiling girl in front of him, as his cream started to run down her throat to her cleavage.

The train slowed down and with a jerk she jumped to her feet. “That’ll be my station, see you next week?” she yelled back at him as she threw the door open and ran for the exit.

“I wonder what train I’m on?” thought Paul, doing up his fly.

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