Chapter three
Brock dressed in a tailored suit that was made from the finest silk material that money could buy. He was used to having everything that he wanted on a silver platter. “As you can see, the facilities are nothing, but the best. The weight room in particular is my favorite. It was a big selling point for coming here. It didn’t hurt that his salary was in the seven figures” He had her on the goal line. He noticed that she was looking around and probably thought that she had died and gone to heaven.
“To be honest, I’ve never been much into sports. My parents never even owned a TV growing up. Our idea of fun was board games and reading books. That might seem antiquated, but there is a real enjoyment in losing yourself into the words of some creative genius.” There were several authors that she gravitated towards growing up, but recently she had begun to read those stories on the Internet from authors that were not known at all.
“I guess we do have something in common. I’m partial to mysteries and things that keep me on the edge of my seat, until the very end. There are times that I can figure it out, but there are also times than I am left speechless by how the author has weaved the story in such a way that you never knew what was going to happen next.” Taking a risk, Brock grabbed her around the waist with his two hands and pulled her heavy, but seductive body towards his own. They were now, so close that he could smell the strawberry lipstick and even her perfume making him almost powerless to resist. He moved back and away from her thinking that he had crossed a line.
“You obviously did that for a reason. Don’t tell me that you are chickening out or that you expect me to swoon like some sort of teenage floozy. Trust me, I’m not that young anymore or that naïve to think that giggling or twirling my hair is going to do anything.” Leslie did feel a certain sensation from his fingers that were playing her spine like a musical instrument. “Make a move already, or I’m going to do it for you.”
Brock never had a woman talk to him like that before. They were always begging for a piece of him. He could have the pick of the litter, but Leslie had shown that not all women were willing to throw themselves at him. “I grew up feeling like I was not part of the in crowd.” She punctuated the work ‘in’ with her two fingers from each hand up in the air in quotation marks. “I’ve watched these little blond bitches with hourglass figures getting all the men. It wasn’t, until I got out of high school and into college that I began to see that there were guys that liked a little bit more meat on the bone.”
“Wait a minute…are you related to the coach?”
Leslie was kind of hoping that her connection to Coach Arnold Spencer would’ve gone unnoticed. He would’ve been tickled pink to see her here today, but tasting the fruits of one of the players would have been considered off limits. To do something naughty and to push the envelope this far was making her skin tingle with excitement.
“He’s my uncle.” There was no point in lying and she had already convinced herself that what she was doing wasn’t wrong. If her uncle found out about it, he would most assuredly tell her folks and then all hell would break loose. Her mother in particular would not want her to get involved with a jock that had nothing between the ears.
“Oh god…oh god…I don’t want any trouble. The coach and I have a tenuous relationship at best. I don’t think that he likes me. I’ve heard through the Grapevine that he’s not at all happy that I was contracted by the manager and the owner to come here.” Brock’s hands were still on her hips. The feel of her body was more than enough to tempt him to take this a little bit further.
“Look, I don’t want this to be a problem, but he’s not exactly here anyway. He’s in Phoenix doing a recruitment stint and looking for fresh talent. I’m not saying that it gives us license to play while the cat is away. I’m just saying that we shouldn’t throw this away, just because people may not understand it.” Leslie could see that she was getting to him and decided to grab onto the brass ring. To push her will on him, she grasped the piece of pipe between his legs.
“That is not the response of a man that doesn’t want some of this.” She moved her hands down over her body and turned to give him the bigger picture.
“I really don’t think that you should be doing that.” He looked around to make sure that his advances had gone unnoticed by others. He didn’t want this to get back to the coach. “Damn, you are a girl that knows exactly what she wants and doesn’t mind going after it. Normally, I would throw you down on the field right here and have my way with you, but we both know that’s not gonna happen.” He could say that, but his resolve was slowly diminishing with every little graze of her fingers up and down his length through his clothes.
“I do believe that you might be protesting a little bit too much, Brock. It doesn’t have to be this hard….um…oh…it does have to be this hard, but I’m getting a head of myself. You never know and this might be just a physical attraction. You can’t say that you don’t want my body. I’m looking into your eyes and you’re already undressing me. I feel vulnerable and exposed, but I love the way that you make me feel like a natural woman. I don’t have to put on any airs.”
“You’re making this a very painful decision in more ways that one. There’s no way that I will take you right here on the field. I might consider a secretive dinner for two at some discreet restaurant or better still at your place.” This time, he was the one that had drawn the line in the sand. He thought for sure that she would balk at having him on home field advantage.
“I think that is a great idea. Here’s my address and make sure that you don’t arrive, until 7:00 PM.” She took a pen out of her purse and actually wrote her address in the palm of his hand. She pressed a little bit deeper than necessary, just to hear him cringe and grimace slightly from the pain of the point of the pen digging into his skin. Don’t make me wait, or I might have to start without you. I mean dinner. Why do men always go to something sexual? I would suggest that you get your mind out of the gutter, but I think that it has been there too long for me to do anything about it.”
“I still don’t know about this, Leslie. For the first time, I feel there’s a need to think of somebody other than myself. My team needs me and having the coach glaring at me is not going to make matters any better.” He looked down at the address and knew that there was no way that he was going to deny himself the chance to get to know her better. “I’ll be there, but don’t expect anything but a nice evening.” He told himself that he wouldn’t touch her, but he had already had a taste and wasn’t sure if that was the kind of drug that he could resist.
Suddenly, she felt him pull her in and then he kissed her. It was a spontaneous moment and one that she found herself struggling against. It only lasted for a few seconds, before she found herself playfully punching at his rock hard pectorals. The finely tailored white shirt did nothing to contain his muscular physique. She undid the first couple of buttons and gasped noticeably at the look of his body. It was like Christmas and her birthday all rolled into one.
“I don’t want you to even think about doing what I think that you’re thinking about doing.” Instead of saying anything, he noticed that Leslie was eyeing his package. There was no way that he could stop the physical reaction. His 9 inch cock was now stretching down the left side of his expensive black pants. The suit cost more than anything that she probably had in her closet. She was looking at a billionaire and she turned her back for one second to Google his name and found out his worth. There wasn’t much that you couldn’t find on the internet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She backed up and began to grind her own black pants against his. “Just because you can’t take this kind of teasing, doesn’t mean that I’m doing anything wrong.” She was practically doing a lap dance. She wrapped her hands around his neck and slid her body down like that of a seasoned professional in a strip club.
“Don’t do it. I’m begging you not to do it.” Actually, he was almost begging for her to do it. He certainly didn’t stop her from reaching for his zipper and pulling it down to get the goods. She didn’t stop there. Her hand went into the opening and when her fingers made contact with his naked flesh, he jerked in response.
“I don’t understand it myself, but there’s no sense in messing with the truth. I’ve got you on my mind. I think that I should give you something to make it impossible for you to facilitate a way out of this dinner. After I’m gone, you’ll probably think better of it, but this might seal the deal.” She squeezed and found that vein in back awake and pulsing with a life of its own. “I may even let you cum in my mouth, but don’t count on it.