The field was in excellent shape, just the way I remembered from two years ago. The temperature was in the mid-sixties. It was sunny with a few clouds...– all in all, a beautiful day to play football.We went back inside and prepared. The athletic department arranged for a light snack for us around five o'clock. We headed outside for warm-ups when we were done.As we were finishing up our warm-ups one of the Michigan players headed over to our side of the field. I recognized him immediately. I. She saw two wine glasses as well. “Fancy a glass of white?” Jenny asked. “Love to,” Jenny replied smiling. They chatted for a while and had a couple of glasses of wine. Jenny was getting particularly relaxed. At least she was until Samantha said in her school mistress voice, “So when I was sunbathing in the garden yesterday I heard some movement on your side of the fence, Jenny.” Samantha felt herself blushing as she took another sip of wine and asked in an embarrassed tone, “Oh yes?” Samantha. My senses were highly attuned, as I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his flies, but I never heard a stream of piss or the splash of a turd hitting the water. I did, however, hear the unmistakable sound of him slapping his cock against his hand, filling up the whole room with the noise. There was nothing subtle about this sign that he was after some cock fun!My heart rate increased, and I quickly put away my hard prick inside my underwear and buttoned up my jeans. I unbolted my door, and. ...but I can feel your rigid erection between my buttocks. You slap my ass; hard, almost too hard. It stings and hurts, but the electricity shoots through my body in an instant and I feel it surge all across my back, down my arms and between my legs. It hurts, but I want you to do it again. You reach around with your hand between my legs. I arch my hips further towards you, wanting to feel some part of you, any part inside me. You slide just one finger in, it feels... it feels... oh it feels.