Rounding The Bases: An Erotic Baseball Romance

Rounding The Bases: Episode 41

"God, it's good to be home again," Jack sighed as he sat back in his easy chair. "I mean, I love my job: writing about environmental issues, traveling to beautiful places, setting my own schedule... It's all great, but I so miss being with you," he said to Bethany. She just nodded, clearly preoccupied.

Jack had been home for a day following his latest trip to the Pacific Northwest on an assignment for Sierra magazine. Bethany had come over as soon as her ex-husband picked up her son for the weekend. She and Jack had a lot of catching up to do, and they were both looking forward to spending the weekend together.

It was mid-October, the height of fall color in the northwoods of Minnesota, and the crisp scent in the air permeated the house as a cool breeze wafted through the open windows.

It was also time for baseball's postseason, and Jack and Bethany were enjoying watching the playoffs on TV together. Jack had an ice-cold bottle of beer in his hand, and an assortment of snacks populated the coffee table. He took a long sip and washed down a handful of the salty snack mix as the final out of the inning was recorded and the usual deluge of commercials began.

"Your turn," he smiled down at Bethany, who had been happily fellating him during the top half of the inning.

She smiled her devilish grin up at him as she let Jack's red and swollen cock slip from her lips. "I'm amazed you've lasted three innings without coming yet," she said, wiping the excess saliva from her lips.

Jack handed her the beer as they traded places. "I just love watching you do that," he said. "Almost as much as I love doing this." He kissed his way up Bethany's inner thighs before flicking his tongue over her clit and eliciting a moan.

She settled back into the chair and spread her bare legs, allowing Jack better access to her pussy. The full blonde bush she was now sporting looked amazing from this angle as Jack continued feasting. She'd been inspired to grow it out over the summer when she had first admired Claire's beautifully trimmed black bush. In a sort of O. Henry, Gift of the Magi twist, Claire had shaved hers after seeing Bethany's smoothly waxed mons when they spent a spa day together. Bethany was enjoying her own honey-blonde curls, running her fingers through the full vee of hair just above her smooth vulva while Jack pleasured her with his tongue, lips, and fingers.

The idea to alternate going down on each other, switching each half inning, had come to Bethany in a dream while Jack was away. She had awakened to find her hands playing with her pussy and quickly brought herself to an intense climax as she recalled the most intimate details. Committing the hot dream to memory, she couldn't wait to spring the idea on Jack as soon as she was back in his arms.

"If we're keeping score, you're up three to zero," she managed as Jack alternated between licking and sucking her clit, running his tongue the length of her labia, and occasionally tongue-fucking her. She had already come in every half inning but one, the one having been cut short by a double play.

Jack looked up from between her legs, his face shiny with saliva and the slick byproduct of Bethany's arousal. "You can keep score, love, but we're both winning."

Bethany just sighed, half watching Jack and half watching the game on TV. She drained the last of the beer and gently nudged Jack away. She could see the precum emerging from the tip of his cock as he settled back on his heels. "It looks like you really need some relief there, mister," she smiled at him.

"What do you suggest?" Jack was curious what Bethany had in mind as her half-inning was not yet complete.

She ran a bare foot gently up and down his cock as she brought the empty beer bottle to her labia. Using one hand to guide neck of bottle past her outer lips, she watched for Jack's reaction as she nudged it little by little deeper inside her and began a languid fucking motion, allowing the bottle to penetrate her up to where it widened.