You couldn't believe your luck as you stepped into the sacred confines of the Dodgers' clubhouse, hand-in-hand with your boyfriend, Cody. It was a dream come true for any baseball enthusiast, and you felt a rush of excitement and nerves as you took in the sights and smells of the locker room. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and fresh grass, a unique aroma that only a baseball stadium could offer.
Cody had insisted on giving you a private tour, just the two of you, after one of his games. He wanted to show you his world, a world that you had only witnessed from the stands. As the two of you entered, the clubhouse was empty, the team already out celebrating their recent victory. The place was eerily quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant cheers from the city beyond the stadium walls.
"So, this is where the magic happens," you whispered, your voice echoing slightly in the spacious room.
Cody smiled as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Yeah, this is our sanctuary. Where we prepare for games and celebrate our victories."
Your eyes scanned the room, taking in the rows of lockers, each one bearing a player's name and number. The lockers were half-open, revealing the contents within—jerseys, gloves, and cleats hanging neatly. You imagined the players rushing in and out, the locker room alive with energy and banter.
"It's so quiet now," you remarked, your voice soft. "I bet it's a different world when the team's here."
Cody's eyes sparkled with mischief. "It sure is. But I like having it all to ourselves right now." He leaned in, his warm breath tickling you ear, and whispered, "you know I've always wanted to fuck you in here."
Your heart skipped a beat, your body responding instantly to his words. You could feel your cheeks flush, and a tingling sensation between your thighs.
"You have?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Hell yeah," he growled, his hand sliding down to cup your ass. "I've pictured bending you over that bench right there, lifting your skirt, and eating you out until you scream." He squeezed your cheek possessively, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
Your knees almost buckled at his words. You had always known Cody was a passionate lover, but the raw desire in his voice took you by surprise. It made you want him, right there, right then.
"Prove it," you whispered, your voice laced with need.
Cody's eyes darkened with lust as he guided you towards the wooden bench he had mentioned. It was a simple piece of furniture, sturdy and worn, with the team's logo etched into the backrest. He sat you down gently, his hands running up your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his fingers hooking under the hem of your skirt. "And you're all mine."
Your breath quickened as he slowly lifted your skirt, revealing your thighs. And to his surprise you weren't wearing any underwear, a deliberate choice, knowing that Cody would be taking you on this tour. His eyes widened with appreciation as he took in the sight of your exposed pussy, already glistening with arousal.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, his fingers dipping into your slit. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving hers.
You bit your lip, your body trembling with anticipation. You wanted him to eat you out. Cody seemed to read your mind as he leaned forward, his strong hands gripping your thighs, spreading them wider.
You took a deep breath, your voice barely audible. "Please, Cody."
He didn't make you wait any longer. He dove between your legs, his tongue finding your clit in one swift motion. You gasped, your back arching off the bench as his mouth ate you out. He licked and sucked, his tongue flicking against your sensitive pussy, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
"Oh fuck, Cody," you moaned, your hands gripping the edge of the bench. "Right there... oh fuck, yes!"
Cody was relentless, his tongue working its magic, driving you closer and closer to the edge. He inserted a finger inside you, curling it to hit your sweet spot, while his thumb continued to circle your clit. Your hips bucked uncontrollably, your body moving in rhythm with his touch.
"You like that, huh?" he grunted between licks. "Getting fucked in the clubhouse."
His words only fueled your desire further. The thought of doing something so forbidden, in a place where basically someone could walk kn made your pussy clench around his finger. You were close, so close to the edge, and you wanted to come in his mouth.
"Cody, I'm gonna come," you panted, your voice pleading. "Don't stop, please."
He didn't. Instead, he increased the pace, his tongue flicking faster, his finger thrusting deeper. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body convulsing as you cried out, your come flowing freely. Cody lapped at you eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop.
As your tremors subsided, Cody sat back on his heels, a satisfied smile on his face. You were still breathless, looked down at him, your eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss.
"That was..." you began, your voice hoarse.
"Fucking incredible," Cody finished for you, standing up and pulling your skirt back up and into his arms.
After a while he pulled apart, "come on" he interlaced your fingers. "Let's go before the cleaning people show up"
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