Kiss Time in the Stands
After about a 40-minute taxi ride with the noona from two doors down, the two of us arrived at the baseball stadium hosting today's game. The closer we got, the more crowds in uniforms gathered in little groups, strolling along. And every time I noticed that the vast majority were women, I flinched despite myself. Even though it had only been a few years since my previous life by the calendar, I still couldn't get used to stuff like this.
While heading to the stadium under the blazing sun, I suddenly had a question pop into my head, so I turned to Jieun, who had her arm linked with mine. "Noona, why do you root for that team?"
"Huh?"
As far as I knew, not only Jieun but even her mom, Jiyun, were Seoul natives through and through. It wasn't their home team, she didn't have a favorite player, and she hadn't even bought stock in a subsidiary company or anything.
"The team name's what matters." Jieun grinned and thumped her flat chest—zero curves there—with a solid thud-thud.
I stared at the "Sunrise" lettering on her uniform, and a hypothesis flashed through my mind. "Ah."
It might've been a wild leap, but her expression confirmed it was spot on. I made a troubled face, unsure how to respond. Jieun's smile deepened as she squeezed my arm even tighter.
"If the team's got the same name as my Taeyang, even a noona's gotta cheer for 'em, right?"
I hadn't expected that little backstory, so I finally burst out laughing. "You're gonna drive me crazy."
Before heading through the gate, I popped into a nearby souvenir shop and bought the same uniform to throw on over my clothes, matching Jieun's back number exactly.
"How's it look?"
"Perfect! Totally!" It really felt like a proper date now. Jieun beamed and tugged my arm. "Come on! Noona's buying snacks!"
*
Waaaaaaah!Poooooo— Pweeeeeeee— Thud-thud-thud-thud! The stadium echoed with deafening cheers, shouts, applause, trumpets, and light sticks even before the game started. All stadiums are like that, but baseball fields especially had this scorching energy.
We grabbed some light munchies from a nearby concession stand and found our seats as marked on the tickets. Matching the numbers and letters behind the seats as we climbed the stairs, I commented, "Definitely not prime viewing spots."
For actually watching the game, it might even be less comfy than TV. As expected for an away game, unlike the home team's packed stands, there were tons of empty seats here—and naturally, no one else way back here. The few fans who'd come from afar were all clustered near the fences. The stadium felt so distant that there was basically no one around, so at least we wouldn't have to worry about prying eyes.
Before the game kicked off, there was the usual endless boredom: celebrities throwing out the first pitch, events, all that jazz. While munching on snacks from the seat next to me one by one, I wiped my hands with a wet wipe.
The moment the first pitcher struck out the batter...
My hand landed right on Jieun's thigh.
"Eep!"
Jieun, who'd been glued to the game, jolted in surprise and stared at me.
"Nah, don't mind me. Keep watching what you were watching."
I grinned and nodded. No one on either side, and even if someone up front turned around, the height difference made it impossible to see back here. I'd only worn the uniform to match her vibe—didn't care who won anyway. I planned to toy with her thigh the whole game while pretending to watch.
My hand glided smoothly over the flawless, soft skin of her thigh. "I'll watch in my own fun way."
*
The home team, perennial fall contenders battling for the championship every year, versus the away team, always teetering on the edge of relegation. The massive skill gap made the game drag on tediously—at least by my standards. Jieun, though, was fit to burst from frustration.
Even as I fondled her thigh, she stayed laser-focused on the game. But with no reaction from her even as I groped, I tapped out first. I wanted to torment her more, maybe even reach her pussy, but I held back, not wanting to ruin her viewing. Habitually stroking her thigh, I quietly chewed squid and watched the game.
Women's baseball had surprisingly decent velocity—around 90 mph—so it was watchable.
"Hey! You! Wild pitch! What the hell are you doing?!"
For someone cheering just 'cause "Taeyang" was in the team name, Jieun was way too into it, snapping irritably. Even as the score gap widened, she never gave up. Waving her light stick, blowing her trumpet, belting cheers. That lasted until the fourth inning, when they gave up a two-run homer, and she quieted down.
"Screw it all!"
She chucked her rally balloon in a huff, slumped into her seat, and snatched the squid from my mouth, chomping it viciously instead. "Fucking idiot bastards. Why even ride the team bus? Shoulda taken the subway and racked up transfers."
She capped it with the classic sports fan line. "I could do ten times better than those clowns!"
I handed her my can of beer as she ranted. "Don't get too worked up."
"It's not overimmersion!"
Her face flushed with rage as she stomped her feet and wiggled her hips. "Ugh, so frustrating. For real."
"You said you only cheer 'cause it's kinda like my name."
"Still, if you're cheering, they gotta win!"
She chugged the beer can straight down. "Eh, game's basically over anyway..."
7 to 1. Mid-game, and it was a score that wouldn't flip without a miracle.
"Time for me to play with your ball a bit, yeah?"
With that, my hand on her thigh slid deeper inward. Unlike her top—nothing under the uniform—her bottom had panties, so I didn't hit pussy right away. With skilled fingers, I shoved the panties aside and rubbed her slit.
Jieun let out an aroused breath. "Hee-hee..."
The game was already background noise. Her eyes flicked to the field out of habit, but all her nerves were locked on my hand working her pussy. Her breathing was ragged, face flushed, but the anger at her pathetic team had vanished.
The horny bitch's delicate moans scattered into the crowd's cheers. Leaning back in her seat, her long hair fluttered lightly with the breeze. Even with her legs spread just right, her tightly clenched mound stayed sealed shut, lips glued together.
I started with my index finger on her pussy, but soon added middle and ring, tormenting her.
"Hngh... Haah..."
This wasn't some pitch-black night or deserted road. The lewd finger play in a packed, ongoing baseball stadium hit her with even more taboo thrill than usual. My fingers sliding up and down caught on something. Her erect clit bumped against them.
"This thing. Dunno what it is, but it's getting in the way."
I rested my finger still, and her clit twitched faintly. Without warning, I pinched it hard.
"Kihh...!"
Jieun nearly screamed but bit her finger to stifle it. Not satisfied, I flicked her clit with a solid snap.
Twang!
Not hard at all, but for that spot, it was no joke.
"Aaaahk...!"
Her torso folded forward in an instant. Her juices splashed onto my hand inside her panties. The pain was just at first—then overwhelming pleasure flooded in. Her whole body shuddered. Instinctively, she pulled her ass back to escape, but I chased her pussy and clamped her clit again. Already gushing, she trembled through orgasm after orgasm.
Yet she swallowed every moan. Impressed by her endurance, I wedged her clit between my fingers and rubbed slowly. I really wanted to hear her break.
The soft, chewy clit squished and twisted. Her body bucked, squirting more juices.
"Ugh... Ah...!"
She held it in again, but then—a sharp crack as the ball sailed over the fence between second and third. All eyes turned, cheers exploded. Seizing the stadium-shaking noise, Jieun finally opened her mouth and mixed her climax cry into it.
"Nyaaaahhh...!!!!!"
*
Jieun panted, still lost in the afterglow. Her dazed, unfocused eyes stared into space. She snapped back around the end of the seventh inning. Bottom of the seventh—the last batter struck out.
The game's fate was sealed. But something flashed on the scoreboard, and the cooled crowd atmosphere ignited again.
Taeyang and Jieun naturally turned to the massive letters on the nearby board.