Getting teased at a Baseball Game [MF]

Was at a baseball game during the summer with family and friends, it turned out to be one of the hottest days of the year and was lining up to be a typical boring Sunday at the ballpark. I’m not a big sports guy and was hoping that the time would pass quickly. Just as I was settling into a beer coma and zoning out I noticed a group of incredibly beautiful women came into view, there were maybe 6 or 7 of them. Yonge professional types, well put together dressed in cut off shorts, converse shoes and unbuttoned jerseys showing off tight fitting sports bras underneath and toned abs. I immediately sat up as they started walking up the stairs towards our section. There were some empty seats around us and all I could think was “please god let them sit somewhere close ”. My prayers were answered as they occupied the row behind us. The day instantly got better but I later was to find out this was going to be a blessing and a curse.

One of them stood out from the other’s, this gorgeous woman, very petite maybe 5’1” hair tied up in a ponytail, perfect sized B cups that fit her frame like a dream and the best legs I’ve ever seen, no doubt paired with beautiful feet. I felt incredibly lucky as she ended up sitting right behind me just a seat or two over. I was filled with nervous excitement like never before.

This goddess was wearing a beautiful sundress that hugged her curves in just the right way and closed toe flats. She would take them off occasionally to scrunch her feet and rub her toes, her wrinkled soles were dangerously delicate and caught my attention right away, she had the most adorable high arches and her feet had that perfect peaches and cream colour to them. All my senses immediately perked up. The thought of looking at her feet was so overwhelming, and I was doing my best to hide the bulge growing in my pants. As the game progressed I would try to sneak a glance every so often pretending that I was looking at something in the crowd or what was being displayed on one of the giant screens. I was obsessed with the thought of catching another glimpse. My need to see her feet overcame me and i forgot about what was happening around me and caught myself staring for way longer than i intended to, I guess she saw me looking and smiled with a slight wink. I quickly snapped out of my haze and awkwardly smiled back and continued to pretend like I was watching the game.

I tried to distract myself from looking however I instinctively found myself going back at her feet. Finally after wearing her shoes in the hot sun for a few innings she took them off and placed her feet on the railing right behind my head. The smell from her shoes instantly filled the air around me, the lusciousness was intoxicating, I could see her feet from the corner of my eyes, She would play with them, stretching her toes and scrunch them some more. I could see that they were slightly sweaty and I wanted to taste the salty goodness and get to sample their wonderful perfumed fragrance. What really got me going was the colour of her polish. Her toes were small and cute like the rest of her. She had them painted in the most beautiful light blue pastel colour, this was almost too much to handle, I couldn’t believe how delicious they looked and lost focus on the game once again, there was no way for me to concentrate at this point. I quickly succumbed to the urge of wanting to kiss them, suck every toe and inhale the magnificent stinky smell.

Through out the game I’d turn my head slightly to get a better view, it was obvious now I was admiring them and trying to see if I could get a sniff whenever there was a slight breeze. The sweaty pungent smell was so slight but they were close enough to enjoy their bouquet and mess with my emotions at the same time. She playfully touched my hair with her toes, when I turned around she’d giggle and say sorry in a devilish way.

This was torture, resisting the strong power of my urges – not being able to do or say anything and she knew I was at her mercy. The teasing continued as she would rub her feet and then bring her hands up and smell them while leaning forward and softly whisper “they smell so good wouldn’t you love to kiss them Footboy”. My heart stopped, it was hard to swallow and my mind filled with so many things, I was embarrassed but also scared and excited at being exposed. I think she slightly enjoyed the attention and challenged me to say something or make a move but I was surrounded by family including my in-laws, I was helpless. I had no choice but to sit there and resist wanting to turn around and smell them or look at them, take them in my hands and rub them. My mind raced with all the naughty thought’s you can imagine. This was all to much. I excused myself and went to the nearest bathroom and rushed into a stall. All I could do was close my eyes and think about her feet while I let out the most powerful large load of my life.

I was returning to my seat, eager to get back to the amazing views that I enjoyed during the game. Turning the corner and rushing up the stairs I was heartbroken to find the row behind me empty and the foot goddess gone. The game was about finished and people started to get up and leave. I was trying to process the range of emotions I went through that day and was thankful for the beautiful memories of pretty feet and the dominance that she had over me. I loved the feeling of being controlled by her even though I didn’t realize it at the time. I grabbed my stuff and was happy/sad as we left the stadium. During the drive home I was sorting through the souvenirs I was bringing home I found a business card at the bottom of the bag, not thinking very much about it figuring it was some kind of advertising do I dropped it back into the bag and forgot about it quickly.

Later that evening after handing out the gifts to the family the card fell to the floor, I was kinda Annoyed, I hate it when someone is trying to sell me something. I picked up the card and was ready to toss it in the trash. Huh, it was a business card from a lawyer’s office. with a handwritten note saying “I had fun teasing you, let’s do it again“ and a cell number. Once again I found my mind racing. This woman was an expert manipulator. How??? When??? What the hell was happening??? She must have dropped it into my bag when no one was paying attention while gathering their stuff preparing to leave.

She’s a lawyer, a flirty lawyer, a dominant, kinky flirty lawyer.

Part 2 coming soon

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12zyjmc/getting_teased_at_a_baseball_game_mf