He buries his head in my neck, making his soft moans reverberate through my core and it sends me over the edge rather quickly.
“I’m gonna come,” he groans as I climax.
“Wait,” I cry, needing just a moment longer. He soon pulls out and comes on my stomach before collapsing down next to me.
“Did we just do that together?” He questions.
“I think so,” I giggle, then my stomach turns cold as liquid slides down my side and I cringe. “But I need a towel.”
“Hmm, well that’s very interesting,” He laughs and grabs a shirt from the floor to wipe my stomach. “Do you want to join me in the shower?” He asks; his soft eyes gaze down on me. “I have to leave, but I am going to jump in and take a quick one.”
“That’d be nice,” I smile and prop up on an elbow watching him, as he moves about the room and cracks the door open.
“Where are you bastards?” His booming voice echoes through the hall, but there is no response. “Coast is clear, come on,” he jerks his head toward the hall, his short hair stands awry, and makes me laugh at the site.
I grab my discarded clothes, and after a quick peek out the door, run after him into the bathroom.
The water is already running, and steam is billowing out from over the top of the shower curtain. My skin prickles, the early morning air is cold in Arizona, but the shower promises to warm me.
My Baseball Star steps in and I follow after placing my clothes on the sink counter.
“Get warm,” he suggests as he steps aside so I can stand under the shower stream.
“Thank you, oh that’s fantastic,” I tilt my head back soaking my hair and lavishing in the hot water that runs over me. My Baseball Star grabs me by the waist and steps under the stream with me, planting a firm kiss on my lips that makes my knees go weak.
“Don’t you need to hurry and get to practice?” I ask when he pulls away.
“Shit, I guess you’re right. I’m sorry.” His angular lips pull down into a frown and he grabs the bottle of body wash.
After he’s lathered up he fills his hands with another squirt of soap and runs his hands up over my arms and across my breasts.
“Oh, this is nice also.” I hold my breath as he pulls me close again with his hand on the back of my neck. I tilt my head up and meet his lips eagerly. Our warm body’s slide effortlessly against each other, slick with soap.
“I agree,” he says and smirks. “I wish I could stay-”
“But you have to get to practice,” I finish for him.
“Yes, time to take my punishment for leaving the charity event early last night. Like I said, feel free to hang out for a while, just lock the bottom lock when you leave.” He smacks my ass and rinses off in a haste before he steps out of the shower. Leaving me with a few moments alone behind the curtain.
I take the time to wash the areas his hands missed. When I step out of the shower he’s already dressed and brushing his teeth.
In a hurry, he gives me one final kiss. “I’m sorry I have to run out like this,” he apologizes again.
That final hurried kiss will be the last thing I remember of my Baseball Star. I take a moment to admire the view as he walks out the door, then go back to dressing.
The display on my phone says it’s six thirty a.m. I sit it back in my purse and curl back up in his bed. Sarah would forgive me for not saying goodbye or telling her where I was going last night, but she would certainly not forgive me if I woke her up this early to come get me.
I was not about to take a cab back to the hotel either, wearing my little red dress from the night before. “Never let your friend take a walk of shame,” it’s of our rules in the seduction game.
After a few hours rest, I get up and call Sarah.
“Hello?” She answers, her voice hoarse and laced with sleep.
“Good morning, would you be interested in coming to pick me up?”
“Where are you? What time is it?”
“That’s a good question, hold please.” I grimace. It never occurred to me that I didn’t know where in the world I was. “I’ll have to go outside and see.”
Sarah laughs. “Only you. Did you leave keys for me?” She says a little more cheery.
“They should be on the little table, no?”
“No, I don’t see them,” she says.
My heart sinks at the thought of taking a cab home, in a strange city, in party clothes at eight in the morning. “They have to be, are you looking?”
“I’m just kidding, I’ve got them and I’m on my way. Just text me the address.”
“You’re terrible, but thank you,” We say goodbye and I send her the address after taking a quick stroll down the street to the corner sign, in my wrinkled little red dress.
When she arrives, there is a twinkle in her eyes, and a change of clothes in her hands. “So tell me everything,” she says relinquishing my clothes. “You smell like man.”
“That’s his body wash, thanks again,” I say holding up the jeans. “What did you do last night?”
“Well when I couldn’t find you, or your pitcher, I decided to have a few drinks at the bar with some of the players. Then I went to bed, and you?”
“Well, he ruined my panties,” Might as well start the story off with a bang. She raises an eyebrow and I relay the events of the night.
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