Saturday morning, game day, I wake up and go through my pre-game routine: shit, shower, shave, game day attire and ready to go. Doesn’t take a whole lot to care for my fairly short blonde hair, mustache and goatee topping my 5’11” 200 pound frame. I gather my tailgate alcoholic beverages, put them in the cooler, and load up the car. I just need to make one stop before heading to the stadium for the day: the gas station for a bag of ice and my usual pre-game juice for hydration.
I pull up to the station – gasoline level is good, so let’s just head in. Walk in the front door and turn to see Alice, a slightly weathered brunette with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, my usual Saturday morning cashier, and say, “Hey there lady! Ready for the game?”
A quick smile forming around that cigarette as she replies, “You know it! Go get ‘em!” Smiling, I turn straight for the ice, grab a bag and put it under my arm, then turn to the juice section of the cooler. Looks like they are out of my usual pre-game drink. Hmm, maybe there’s some in the cooler that just hasn’t been stocked? I look at Alice and point in the cooler. She just nods and points, then returns to helping the customer at her register, cigarette smoke wafting up around her head.
I open up the door to the walk-in cooler and set down my bag of ice just inside the door. I take a few steps towards the stacks of drink cases before I stop in my tracks because I see you: 5’4”, long curly red hair, green eyes hidden behind some nerdy looking glasses, maybe a buck-o-five soaking wet. Your glasses are a little fogged over, so you haven’t seen me yet, as you move to pick up a case of beer and put it on another pile. “Let me help you with that,” I say as I step closer to you.
Hearing my voice, you jump a little, almost dropping the beer (which would be a damn shame). I jump forward, grabbing the case before it can fall from your grip. Our hands touch briefly and you look into my eyes, fear lightly showing in your stare before your eyes harden and you jerk back from me. Stammering, you tell me, “I don’t think that I should be in here.”
“Oh, I’m sorry for startling you. Alice knows me and knows I’m in here, so it should be ok.” We stare at each other for a few seconds, your green eyes to my blue, no sound but the sounds of the cooler fans running. I carefully set down the case of beer and turn back towards you. “Looks like you’re stocking the cooler. I came in to try and find my juice. Did you happen to see any?”
“What kind?”
“Oh, any brand apple juice will do the trick,” I reply.
“I think I saw some over here. Just a sec.” You turn towards a stack of drinks in the far corner. As I watch, you start bending over, looking intently at a pack of drinks towards the bottom of the stack. The lower you squat, the more your petite behind sticks out exposing your very fair skin and a hint of your lacy panties. “You’re new here,” I say.
Turning your head, you notice me staring at your ample ass. Blushing, you stand up quickly and turn and face me, hands behind your back, pulling up your pants. You try to smooth out your top, tugging a little at the bottom of it, but you weren’t prepared to spend a long time here and your nipples are poking at the material, rock hard from the cold, begging for my attention, which they now have. “Excuse me, my eyes are up here,” you say as your blush quickly fades and the steel returns to your eyes. “I’m Margaret and I just started here a few days ago. I think I saw some apple juice a few cases from the bottom, there.” You point to the stack you were inspecting, so I step forward, bend over and try to confirm. Seeing the juice I need, I turn my head towards you and catch you staring at my butt.
Smiling, I stand, turning to face you. “Well Margaret, I’m Anthony. Can you help me get what I need?” I ask coyly.
“Let’s see what we can do,” you reply with a little smirk.
You step up to the stack and grab the case on top, then turn and hand it to me. You pass me a second one, then a third. All this time, I’ve been steeling glances at your body. From your soft supple lips, your perky b cup breasts, back down to your fine rear end. After the third one, once again, you’ve caught me getting a glimpse of your behind. “You should probably go set those down somewhere,” you say.
I lower the cases a little and say, “You can put a couple of more on here. I’m good.” You turn a little more slowly, watching me watch you before you shift your gaze just enough to grab the next case. In my mind, I’m bending you over the remaining stack, our moans barely audible. I snap back to reality as you set case number four down in my hands.
“How about now, sport?” hands on your hips, half annoyed half flirting with me.
“I’ll go set these down now.” I turn from you and take a couple of small steps, then bend over to set down the stack. I realize now that I have a problem: watching and thinking of your body has given rise to my soldier who is now standing at full attention. If I turn back towards you, it won’t be difficult for you to miss the tent in my pants that has formed over my nether regions. Staying squatted for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do, I turn slightly and say, “How many more?”
“Just a few, Anthony. Did that hurt?” you say with a smirk.
“Not at all,” I smile back. Something about your smile, your eyes beckon me to get up and take you. I imagine you bent over a stack of beer, taking every inch of my cock into your dripping pussy. Shaking the image from my head, I realize that I have to make a decision. After a few seconds, I take a breath and go ahead and stand, turning towards you. When I do, I watch as your eyes flit to my crotch and I hear a slight gasp escape your lips.
Trying to hide your reaction you quickly turn to get another case. I can see you breathing a little heavier now. After a couple of seconds, you slowly turn to face me, case in hand, and a naughty look on your face. As you slowly lower the case into my hands you bend over slightly, letting your shirt fall open a little, exposing your cleavage that is framed by the curls of your red hair falling from your shoulders.
After a few seconds, I realize that I’m caught, staring down your shirt at your beautiful breasts. As I look back up, trying to see what your reaction is, my eyes meet your twinkling eyes. You playfully lick your lips and say, “Is that for me?”
I turn and set down the case with the others and say, “It can be if you want it.”
With that, the floodgates open and you push me up against the cooler door. Your hand reaches down into my pants, groping for my hard cock. “Oooh, cold!” I say as your hand reaches in.
“Let me warm that up for you,” you say as you slowly unbutton my pants, pull them down and proceed to take my cock in your mouth. I take in a sharp, deep breath and slowly let it out, steam escaping from my mouth into the cold air around me.
Working your lips and your tongue over my fully engorged 7 inch member, I close my eyes in ecstasy. I reach down and grab a handful of your fiery red hair as you bob up and down. Your tongue expertly plays with the head of my cock, causing shivers of electricity to move through my body. My hand moves rhythmically with your head as you go quickly up and down, then change to slow and long. The occasional slurp escapes your lips as you slip over the head of my cock, then back on, swallowing as much as you can.
I can feel my ass getting cold against the cooler door and I would really like to see in reality what I’ve only seen in my mind. So, I tug slightly at your hair, pulling you up from the floor until I can kiss you full and hard on the lips. Reaching down, I unbutton your top just enough to expose your flimsy bra. My hands run over your bra and you push your breasts into my hands. Reaching around, I undo the clasp of your bra, setting your breasts free from their prison. Reaching down and grabbing your ass, I lift you up, slightly to move the bra with my teeth, then kiss, lick, and nibble at your still rock hard nipples.
I take a few steps forward and set you down on a stack of drinks. While I continue to suckle and nibble at your breast, you reach down and start pulling on my cock. My hand slides down your body, pausing at the navel, then on down to your panties. I can feel the wetness from your pussy starting to soak through as I rub your panties fairly hard.
“My turn,” I say as I step back and pull your pants and panties off, leaving you exposed on the stacks of drinks. Spreading your legs, I dive in and begin to lick your swollen pussy lips. My tongue darts up and down, in and out of your pussy while you squirm and moan on the stacks. I take a second to lick my finger and slowly insert it between your dripping lips. My mouth goes back to your pussy, my tongue searching for that sweet spot that will really make you moan. Finding it, I suck and nibble on your swollen clit, increasing the speed at which I finger fuck you.
You grab my head and push it HARD between your legs as you cum all over my face. Gasping for air once you’ve let go of my head, I simply stare at you, eager for more. You slide off of the stack, your bra barely covering your gorgeous breasts which are bouncing a little as you walk towards me. “Time for you to fuck me, Anthony,” you say as you grab my cock once more. You keep stepping towards me, backing me once again to the cooler door.
“Yes ma’am!” I say as I grab you by the back of the head and pull you in for a kiss. Then I reach down and grab your ass to pick you up and set you on my cock. He slides right in with no resistance thanks to all of the pussy juice. We both moan loudly as I enter, a feeling of utter bliss causing goosebumps on our flesh. We kiss intently while you bounce up and down on my cock. With each thrust, we both climb closer to complete ecstasy.
Carrying you on my cock, I take a few steps towards the nearest stack. Reaching it, I lift you off me and set you down on the ground. I roughly grab your shoulders, turn you around and bend you over the stack in front of you. Once again, my cock slides right into your sopping wet pussy with no resistance as I plow deeply into you. Now that I have you, I reach up and grab a handful of that beautiful red hair, pulling your head back slightly while I pump away.
You begin moaning very loudly again and I can tell you are about to cum. Knowing this, I begin to pump even harder than before, knocking off one or two of the cases of drinks. You begin to climax, shivering in sheer electric pleasure, causing me to climax as well. My cock impossibly swells even more inside you as I cum as hard as I ever have before. Wave upon wave of pleasure flows over us as we slowly come down from our sex driven madness. Light wisps of steam waft from our bodies and our breath in the cold air.
Looking at each other, we both realize where we are. One of the cooler doors closes as a drink slides down to replace the one that was taken from the shelf. A little embarrassed, we begin putting our clothes back where they are supposed to be. Seeing the mess we’ve made, I move to pick up a case and put it back where it should be. It just happens to be the juice that I came in here looking for. I pull one bottle from the case and look at you. “Well, look what I found,” I say awkwardly. “Guess this means I should go now.”
Tugging at your top, you look back at me and say, “Yeah, probably.” Then you turn to walk to the other side of the cooler.
You don’t turn back around, so I awkwardly say, “Well, ok, bye Margaret.” I turn, pick up my bag of ice and leave the cooler.
Walking out, I can see Alice staring at me through the smoke from her cigarette as I approach the register. “Find everything you need, hon?” Alice says with a wink.
I take a deep, satisfying breath and say, “yes ma’am. Sure did.”
Alice rings up my ice and the bottle of juice and I pay with cash. “See you next week,” Alice says as I gather up my items and head out to the car.
That was probably the most difficult drive to a football game that I’ve ever had. My mind completely focused on Margaret and whether or not I’d see her again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r8upie/new_pregame_ritual_mf_public