Kristen’s eyes opened quickly, and she mouthed the same words back to me before moving even closer to Lynette.
Satisfied, I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got cleaned up for a day in Chicago.
As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw a naked Kristen standing outside the door. Without a word, she descended to her knees, took my dick in her mouth, and started sucking.
I’ve had my dick sucked in many ways by a few girls. The last person to suck me on her knees was June, who likes doing it that particular way. However, this was one of the first times Kristen ever sucked me like this. It was totally unlike her, as if she thought being on her knees made her somehow subservient to me. The fact that she did so this morning was quite noticeable, and my dick reacted by swelling even more than normal in her warm, moist cavity.
Kristen’s hands held my ass cheeks, and she would pull me closer and push me away from her mouth. Inside her mouth, her tongue was moving all over the tip and the shaft, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
When I felt two lips on my mouth, I opened my eyes in surprise. Lynette was standing alongside Kristen, and she kissed me. I returned her kiss as Kristen kept up her relentless stimulation.
Lynette moved down until she was on her knees to the left of Kristen. As if on cue, Kristen moved her mouth off my erection and started kissing the side closest to her. Lynette kissed the other side, and soon I was getting a double blow job from the two blondes.
Every thirty seconds or so, one of the girls would move from the side and start sucking lightly on the tip, adding to my excitement.
I put a hand around each girl’s head as they continued alternating their sucking on me. When I could take no more, the girls seemed to sense it and Lynette positioned herself on the end and started sucking harder than ever. I erupted about three times into Lynette’s mouth, and she continued sucking as my dick continued to spasm afterward.
When my dick started to soften, Lynette turned to Kristen, and pulled her up as Lynette started to stand. The two girls kissed right in front of me, sharing my seed between them.
Once the girls’ erotic display finished, they each kissed me on the cheek and left for the bathroom, closing the door behind them.
I went to the bed and found that the girls (Kristen, most likely) picked out an outfit for me to wear.
The girls came out of the bathroom about ten minutes later, both of them still nude, and went into one of the dresser drawers to pick out their outfits. Kristen picked out a purple sun dress and a matching pair of panties, and pulled them on her quickly. Lynette wore the exact same dress and panties, except hers were pink. Neither girl wore a bra. In the closet, Lynette took out two pairs of sandals, one purple and one pink.
“Time to eat breakfast, Jim!” Kristen said.
“Like that?” I said. If you looked, you could clearly see Kristen’s dark aureoles through the light purple material of her sun dress.
“Of course.”
I shrugged, and the three of us left the room and took the elevator to the lobby.
We ate breakfast at the dining room at the hotel. We all ordered omelets, and the two girls ordered Champagne and orange juice (mimosas), while I drank sweet tea.
At around noon, Kristen took us for a tour of Chicago in her rental car. She pointed out the Berghoff restaurant, where we ate last January.
Lynette smiled. “My Nana took me there a long time ago. The food is great there.”
Eventually, we ended up at the world-famous Wrigley Field. I wasn’t a big Cubs fan, but Kristen and her father definitely were. In fact, if you were to ask me to name a current Chicago player, I would name Bucky Dent, who played at Commiskey Field for the White Sox!
As I said, Kristen was a Cubs fan, and she explained her interest much the same way a Boston fan would explain their fondness for the Red Sox. The big difference was that the Red Sox wasn’t an underdog team this year.
“Despite the fact that we’re over six games behind the Phillies,” Kristen explained, “we’ve been winning against them this year. I don’t think we have a chance in hell to catch Cincinnati for the playoffs, especially this late in the season, but just think: The Red Sox are leading their division, so I think they’re four games behind Oakland in their League. They have Fisk and Yaz, and they look good to win the AL series. If Cincinnati doesn’t break down, it will be the Reds against the Sox, and the Reds have Rose, Bench, Morgan, and Griffey. Despite the fact that I love Pete Rose, my prediction is that the Sox will take the AL series and finally win the world series this year for the first time in nearly sixty years!”
I could tell that Kristen really loved the game, and despite the fact that I didn’t follow the game very much, I can remember some times when my father would take me to a game. He was a Cubs fan, too, although I was very young when he took me and my mom. I think that was before he grew mean, because I have nothing but fond memories of being at Wrigley field.
Lynette knew nothing about professional baseball, but I knew that she spent the last week or so reading the sports section and talking to Kristen’s father so that she could follow along and offer intelligent conversation.
It was about an hour and a half before the game, and we had some great seats from a friend of Kristen’s father who was a season ticket holder. Our lunch would consist of hot dogs, sausages, and other ball park food from the concession stands or from the people walking through the stands.
Kristen seemed to know a few of the people sitting nearby, and everybody was very polite to us. There were a few people with baseball mitts, hoping for the opportunity to catch a ball coming their way.
The game started with the Phillies batting. Burris was pitching for the Cubs, and the Phillies’ first four players made three quick outs, leaving a man on second and allowing the Cubs to get their first chance at bat. At the end of the inning, the Cubs left two on base, and the score was nothing-nothing.
“This is going to be a great game,” Kristen said, feeding me some roasted peanuts, and explaining the game to Lynette and me.
The game continued in a similar vein until the fourth inning, when the Cubs drew first blood as Morales scored on a single by Thornton.
After that first run, Kristen turned to Lynette and said, “Pay up!”
Lynette simply nodded and wiggled until she was able to remove her panties from underneath her sun dress. She gave the garment to Kristen, who simply put them in her purse. This action did not go unnoticed by the other fans around us.
The Phillies came back in the seventh inning with Allen scoring on a single by Schmidt, tying the score. Lynette gave Kristen an evil grin, and although Kristen was more discreet as she pulled down her panties, there were fans nearby watching. They apparently saw Lynette before and were probably wondering what would happen when the next run was scored.
The Cubs came back at the bottom of that same inning. Thornton scored a run on a single by Rosello. A few plays later, Harris ran home to put the Cubs two points ahead. Each time the Cubs scored, Kristen placed her hand underneath Lynette’s dress. Apparently, the penalty was an orgasm—not much of a penalty except it was in public, and I saw Lynette biting her lip to keep from getting too vocal in the stands.
When the Cubs scored again in the eighth inning, Kristen swapped her seat with mine, and she told me to bring Lynette off for her. Lynette smiled at me, so I did my best. I felt Lynette’s pussy clamp down on my fingers as I teased all around her clit without touching it directly. I knew that this tended to drive Lynette wild, and it took a few minutes before I felt the contractions that signaled her ecstasy.