The time I got blown in a stadium stairwell [MF]

I’ve had a lot of fun lurking here over the years, so I figured it was time to give back. For background, I’m 6’2″, a former college athlete, with brown hair and an athletic build. Depending on the feedback I plan to post a series of stories from my past, but figured I’d start with a short but fun one. DMs and questions are always welcome.

I met Sarah through a mutual friend at a 4th of July party. She was working in my city but had a boyfriend back home who she was maintaining a long distance relationship with. I’ll save the story of our first hookup for another time, but here’s the story of one of my favorite nights with her.

One night a few years back, a couple of friends and I had tickets to see the local hockey team play. They had been doing well that season and we anticipated a great night of tall boys and fights. After the first period I went to get another round and bumped into Sarah at the concessions. We had hooked up a few times prior and fell into an easy conversation in line. She was at the game with her roommate, someone notoriously known not to enjoy fun, and as such was understandably a bit uptight when I started flirting with her. We got our drinks and went our separate ways and I chalked it up to a missed opportunity.

Not long after I got back to my seat I got a snapchat from Sarah – she was sitting on the opposite side of the rink with her friend but wanted to discreetly continue our conversation. After some back and forth about her outfit, I made a joke about meeting me in the men’s bathroom. She started typing and then never sent a message. A few minutes later, the same thing happened. At the start of the third period, I got a response – “meet me at the top of the stairwell in Section 300.”

I told my friends I was heading to get another round before finding the stairwell and heading up. It was a mid-week game, and the score was close, so the stairwell was thankfully empty. At the landing below the last set up stairs I found her, leaning up against the wall, drink in hand. As I approached, she pulled her 32DDD tits up and out of her sundress and dropped to her knees.

It wasn’t the first time we had fooled around, not even the first time in public, but it was definitely the most exposed. Between a mixture of the alcohol and how hard I’d been thinking about her, I simply unzipped my jeans, pulled my cock out, and slid it right into her mouth.

Unlike apparently 90% of the posters here, I have a perfectly average cock. It’s not 10 inches and as thick as a coke can, but I’ve never had any complaints. Sarah, bless her heart, had no concept of what a gag reflex was. She instantly buried my cock down her throat and pressed her nose to my pelvis like her life depended on it.

I knew we didn’t have much time, and from the speed at which she was bobbing up and down, she knew it too. I grabbed her by her hair and started fucking her face as fast and hard as I could. Within minutes, I warned her I was about to cum, only to be met with moans as she glanced up, made eye contact, and doubled down on sucking my soul out of my cock.

Moments later I started to cum, and Sarah grabbed me by the ass and pulled me as deep down her throat as she could. As I came back down to earth, she stood up, readjusted her dress, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. After whispering “Thank you” in my ear, she headed off and disappeared back through the stairwell doors and into the stadium proper.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iw7krb/the_time_i_got_blown_in_a_stadium_stairwell_mf

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