One Thousand Apologies - Part 2 (censored) - Sex Stories

One Thousand Apologies - Part 2 (censored)

... didn’t have much of a chance to talk as we three guys yakked on for over an hour about everything baseball. Once on the Parkway we were soon into the Squirrel Hill Tunnel, a mile later emerging just outside downtown. Miles of grey steel mills lined the Monongahela on our left, but as the expressway curved to the right the sky scrapers of downtown emerged from behind the hill. From there we ran the gauntlet of bridges until hitting the Point and crossing the Allegheny. Once past the river the bridge carried us 35 feet over the parking lots as we looped around the donut shaped concrete and steel stadium. It still impressed me after coming here for 8 years, but for Hannah this was her first time to experience the sights of downtown Pittsburgh. I found my way to the dirt lot on the North Side, where nestled between two buildings, the elderly man on the folding chair collected two bucks for every car that entered. From there, and through another tunnel, it was a few hundred yards until we spilled out into the stadium parking. We sped past the young black boys scalping tickets they had acquired as gifts from people with extras, divvying our tickets between us as we approached the gate. Once in the stadium we quickly got to our seats right behind the visitor’s dugout on the third base side. We were further from the Pirates’ dugout, but had an unobstructed view into it, on the far side of home plate. Paul was to my right, and Jeff to his, while Hannah to my left, next to only me ...

... in our group. As Mr. Rogers used to say “It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood!” as I leaned back and soaked in the experience. Over the past few weeks Hannah had displayed her excitement for baseball, but back then there were far fewer opportunities to see the major leagues on television outside of the Saturday game of the week or thirty some road games of your local team. Then attending her first game, she peppered me with questions about the teams, players, and the game itself. I explained how this should be a great pitcher’s game, as each team was starting one of the greatest pitchers of the decade (and two future Hall of Famers), Steve Carlton for the Phillies and Bert Blyleven for the Pirates. Whenever I turned left to answer her, I was met with that smile and those eyes that melted my heart and could cause my dick to stir – but in addition to that, my eyes couldn’t help avoid how the low cut top of her sun dress pushed away from her chest as she leaned forward whenever we spoke. Any time I could steal a glance down I had an unobstructed view of her bra, I guessed a 32B, which didn’t quite cover those perky tits. Maybe if I adjusted my position just slightly, I could catch sight of a nipple hiding behind the puckered fabric. We talked, she smiled, I tried to see her bare tits, repeated over and over. The Phils took a little steam out of my excitement when scored a pair in the 2nd, and as I was prone to do when losing sat back in my chair to more quietly ponder the ...