Playing from a distance [F], [M], [public]

A vendor had invited me to a baseball game. I was going to be one of twenty or so guests at PNC Park, a park that I had caught a game or two in the past. I would have maybe five minutes of face time with the vendor and then I would be able to either make small talk with some professional and press colleagues or catch a decent game.

Pittsburgh was a city that I had visited a few times and I had gotten to know it well enough. I could find the ballpark from my downtown hotel and I knew where the good pancakes are located. And since I first posted in this sub-reddit, I also picked up a friend from the area. Monica had PM’ed me and we bounced back and forth. She had fantasies of giving up control and I had the ability to give her ways to more fully live her life. This was not a daily banter, but an occasional e-mail exchange. She made me smile and I evidently improved her orgasms. That was, in my opinion, a fair trade.

And then I found out I was supposed to be in Pittsburgh for forty eight hours in July. We could not meet, my time was spoken for unless she was up for a 2:00AM booty call on a Wednesday night. But she could live out a fantasy and I could experience it with her.

The day of the game, I went to the Pittsburgh bus station and rented a locker to place a small bag in it. I made sure everything worked correctly in the bag and then closed the door and entered an electronic pass code. I e-mailed her a picture of the locker number and the pass code with an instruction that she was to go to the Pirates game tonight and follow all of the instructions in the bag.

My business associate made the grip and grin as he welcomed me to the ballpark and thanked me for all of the money that my company has given him over the years. We talked for a few minutes about the inanities of our industry before I excused myself to grab a beer and some tacos. The creme fraiche was just right and the steak and shrimp taco was excellent as I watched the first pitch be thrown out and listened to the anthem. I checked my e-mail. Monica was at the park, she had taken a selfie in front of the Clemente statue. She was tall, long brown hair in a loose fitting pony tail, a slightly too large Pirates shirt on hanging halfway down her thighs over a pair of jean shorts. Her breasts looked smaller covered by the nearly shapeless shirt compared to the topless pictures that she had sent me. She was smiling and relaxed.

I e-mailed her back “Ready?”

A moment later, I received the response I was looking for: “Yes”

“Nervous”

“A little”

“Enjoy”… I then opened another app on my phone, pressed a button. Somewhere across the stadium, the vibrator in Monica’s pussy started to work. Rabbit fingers were slowly rubbing against the outside of her clit and the shaft was shaking every few seconds in her pussy.

I then sat down, enjoyed my beer and talked to a colleague for half an hour and two innings.

As my beer was empty and my bladder was filling up, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and to grab another round of beers for the group I was talking with. In the bathroom, I changed the pattern, bringing the vibrations down and increasing the clitoral pressure. I checked my e-mail. Nothing yet from Monica.

We talked for another two innings on the bills that impacted our industry that were slowly moving through and ultimately failing in Congress. We talked about how none of us, professionals with decades of experience, could draw coherent logic models of the bills. We talked and laughed and drank our beers.

Somewhere in the stadium, Monica had to be squirming in her seat and hoping for a big play so that she could cheer or shift herself without bringing the suddenness of her movements to her companion’s’ attention. I would change the pacing every now and then. In home half of the third, I turned the vibrator off. A minute later, I received an e-mail from Monica: “That all?”

“No… patience, you are under my control and I decided I wanted you to be denied”

I shifted up and shifted down. More pressure and less pressure on her clit, Shakes and shudders in her pussy. I would make a change and then watch an at bat. The Pirates were rallying and had plated a couple of runs while the vibrator was running at a fever pitch. I looked down at my phone and saw an e-mail where the message was the subject line.

“May I Now?”

I smiled as I typed my reply.

“Send me a picture of your needy pussy after you cum. “

Five minutes later, Monica sent me a picture with three fingers in her pussy and her left hand spreading open her lips. She was sitting on a toilet with her sopping wet purple panties between her knees. The vibrator was lying on top of the toilet paper dispenser and an exhausted grin was on her face.

“Very sexy… “

The Pirates ended up losing that night. I talked with the vendor for a bit longer and then walked across the bridge to my hotel. Monica e-mailed me the next morning telling me that her and her husband had been so turned on by her relinquishment of control that they had stopped fucking until 3:30 in the morning.

That made my morning.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6vks94/playing_from_a_distance_f_m_public