I loved the snatches of dirty talk that my brain managed to process. Indian sex I’ve no definite recollection of how it came to end. The guy had placed his hand firmly on my bottom. I felt both lustful and frustrated as the guy pulled away and began pulling his pants up. “God, what if we’re seen going in,” the thought raced through my brain. He kept a hold of my hand and I found myself walking with him towards a deserted part of the understructure of the stands. I felt his tongue pressing between my lips. What he next asked made me gasp. __________________________________________
Later, when the game was finished and my husband’s team had won, he asked whether I’d enjoyed the day. Men don’t know what it’s like to be always getting scrutinised the way women are when ever we wear anything a bit sexy.
