It was a clear, sunny day at the baseball park. I am sitting next to you in the stands, trying to pay attention to the game, after all, the home team is winning. But I couldn’t focus on the players at all. I can only think of you Daddy. I’m wearing your favorite skirt, the cotton black one with big pink and blue roses. My tight button up blouse can barely contain my breasts and the top three buttons have popped open on their own. I caught you staring earlier when I got out of the car. Even now, you are eyeing my black lace bra as I stand to beckon the beer vendor. I order two tall ones and as I turn to hand you the cup, the condensation from the glass drips between my cleavage. You notice, and stop it from dripping further with a folded napkin. I smile at you sweetly, you’re always so attentive to your Babygirl. Your napkin lingers for a moment, the tip of your finger traces the curve of my cleavage, and raises goosebumps across my chest. I can feel my pelvic muscles twitch from the sensation, they’re still a little sore from your punishment the night before.
I remove my sweater as I sit down and drape it across my knees, covering my lap. You slip your hand underneath and squeeze my knee. I flash my devilish smile and raise my eyebrows over to rim of my sunglasses, daring you to go further. You slyly turn your head and look around, making sure that no one is paying attention. You turn your gaze towards the field, cautiously sip your beer and very slowly slip your hand under the sweater and the hem of my skirt. Your fingers delicately crawl up my thigh til the tip of finger brushes the soft locks of my curly hair. Your head snaps towards me and give me your devilish grin. “Are you pleased I have no panties Daddy?” I whisper. You nod your head gently and my heart flutters. I love to please you Daddy. The anticipation and trepidation of getting caught has excited me, I can feel my pussy tingling, becoming moist. Your finger penetrates my slit, my muscles tense and I take a sharp breath in. I quickly look around, afraid that someone might have heard me. You stare at me intently, and whisper “Relax, Babygirl”. I release my tension and feel you wiggle the tip of your finger. My muscles tense again, trying not to squirm but your finger is right on my clit and I’m not sure if I can sit still any longer.
Suddenly, the home team hits a home run, the crowd jumps to their feet and I start to wildly applaud and cheer to distract anyone who might notice as I scoot to the edge of my seat. I’m feeling more daring now as I try to move closer to your finger which has now slid down further in my slit. You can feel my juices flowing, and you can’t hold back a smile of satisfaction. You take the last swig of your beer, and without warning, rip your hand from underneath my sweater. Stand and announce “I need another beer, will you join me?” “As you wish” I reply, dazed by the sudden movement.