Dave was a dad of one of the boys on my son’s baseball team. I noticed him checking me out right away at the first practice. He was mid-40’s, beard, and I noticed his well-built chest and shoulders. He was looking pretty tough with his sleek aviator glasses. I was just standing there all alone by the side of the field, watching the kids. I had my favorite jean shorts on that hug my ass nicely and a snug t-shirt. I had been working out and was feeling good about my body that day. I didn’t mind the attention.
I refrained from looking at my phone. I was wondering how long it would take for him to come over and be friendly. He finally did and we had a nice conversation. He was a well-spoken guy, sort of irreverent and funny with a bit of self-deprecating humor. The tough-guy look melted away. He talked about his wife and kids and we shared stories about our jobs. Turns out he’s a commercial pilot (at first he referred to his job as ‘large machine operator’ lol). Anyway, he was a very stable, family-oriented guy…not at all the type to cheat, and as we talked it didn’t seem like the possibility even crossed his mind. I found out he lived two blocks from me. My inner slut started to take over. At some point I realized he was just the type of guy I would consider fucking on the side.