It’s NBA Finals time, my man’s favorite time of year. Well, it’s his favorite because his team had a great season and locked their position in the Finals. Lucky for him, I love the game so instead of a nagging voice, he gets someone to cheer with. Tonight is game two and I, unfortunately, have to stay late and work on this project. Trust me, not my idea. I haven’t told him yet but I already have a plan to make it up to him by the time I get home.
“Hey beautiful, how’s your day going?”
“Hey babe, it’s going ok, I got some bad news for you though.”
“I have to work late so, you’ll be watching the game without me.”
“Aw man. Damn, so no half time games?”
“No, not tonight. However, I thought of something to make up for it.”
“In the spirit of our halftime games, at the end of each quarter, as long as the team is winning, I’ll text you a picture. By the time the game is over, you’ll hopefully have 4 pictures. And, if I know you like I think I know you, you will have put them to good use by the time I get home.”
“Oh, that sounds like it’s going to be a lot of fun.”
“Put it this way, either way, you will be winning. Anyway, I gotta go. Talk to you later!”
I hang up the phone and let him get back to lunch while I start to figure out exactly what poses I should have for my pictures.
Later on in the day, I check the score of the game while I take a little break from my project. The score is currently 45 - 27. The quarter has about a minute and a half left. “I think it’s time for our first picture,” I say with a devious smile. Let’s see, with or without the shirt? Who am I kidding, without. I rip a piece of paper in half and write “1st Qtr” on it. I turn around in my chair to face the windows, unbutton my shirt, place the piece of paper on my stomach and smile into the camera showing off a black and tan lace pattern bra. I make sure to wait until the quarter is over or before sending him the first picture. “Let the games begin I say to myself.”
“Yeah! That’s how you do it!" Bing! "Damn. Ok, game on.”
As the game continues on, I take breaks to shoot and send you pics of me bent over in my cheeky undies, sitting on my knees with my bra half off only showing one breast and lastly, fully nude in my chair with legs over the arms of it, finger in mouth. Finally it’s time for me to get up out of here. I can’t wait to get home and out of these clothes to peel away the stress of the day. Microphone by Raheem Devaughn starts to play from my playlist. I let the song take my mind to thoughts of what I may see when I get home. By the time I pull up, I’m so aroused and focused. I waste no time making it to the door. I quickly but quietly walk into the living room where you’re staring at your phone, TV still on showing highlights. As I walk closer, the scene is exactly what I expected. You’re staring at one of the pictures and stroking your dick. “Hey,” I say in a soft tone as I stand in front of you. “Hey,” I kiss you and taste the remnants of Scotch whiskey on your lips. “I hope you like this game.” “You sending me naked pics, of course.” I giggle, “Good because it’s not over.”
I start to take off my clothes (you drop your phone) and give you an in-person version of those pictures. By the time I’m sitting on my knees with my bra off, I’m eye level with your dick. My mouth starts to water. You watch me, eyes glazed, crawling over to you. I sit transfixed watching your methodical stroke. I lick my lips before dipping my head down to suck on your balls one at a time. You groan. I give each one some attention before moving your hand and licking up the shaft, swirling my tongue around it before sucking the head a little and slowly slide it in my mouth. I work up a good rhythm and get it nice and wet so it can go down smooth. I moan as I feel you getting harder and moaning as well. It excites me knowing you enjoy it. I ease you down my throat for a few seconds then back out completely. I hold your dick up as I go down to lick and suck your balls again. I wrap my warm, wet lips back around your shaft and suck while moving up and down. You can feel the strokes of my tongue on you as my rhythm gets faster. I twist my head round and round on it then back to up and down. Moaning like I can’t get enough of it, it makes me so wet to please you. I feel your dick starting to throb in my mouth and I salivate more. Your hands are in my hair. I come up closer to your crown and suck nice and easy, back an forth. Soon, I taste your hot cum on my tongue and I moan as I suck out your goodness, flicking my tongue across your head to lap up the last drop. “Mmm, didn’t I say you’d win?”