Football Match Fling

3-2 in the 89th minute. The whole stand went mental—jumping, screaming, hugging strangers.

The stranger I was hugging was Kayleigh.

She was in full kit, scarf, the works. Curvy as hell, face paint making her look like a very sexy warrior.

"Fucking get in!" she screamed in my ear.

"Best goal I've ever seen!"

"Best feeling ever!"

We were still holding each other when the crowd settled. She didn't let go.

"Fancy making this feeling last?" she said. "Corporate boxes are empty this late."

"How do you know?"

"Used to work hospitality. Trust me."

The corporate box was dark, overlooking the emptying pitch. She locked the door, turned with a grin.

"Always wanted to do this. Celebrate a win properly."

"I'm happy to help."

She was on me immediately, kissing hard, tasting like lager and excitement. Her body was soft, warm, curves pressing everywhere.

"God, the adrenaline," she breathed. "Need to do something with it."

"I've got ideas."

Her shirt came off, then her bra. Heavy tits, nipples already hard.

"Like what you see?"

"Love it."

I pushed her against the glass overlooking the pitch, dropped to my knees. Her jeans came down, knickers with them.

"Fuck—yes—"

I ate her with the stadium lights as backdrop. She came fast, shaking, watching the empty pitch below.

"Inside me—now—want to remember this forever—"

I stood, lifted her, slid in. She wrapped her legs around me, back against the glass.

"Harder—yes—"

We fucked with the view of the hallowed turf below. She came twice more, each time louder.

"Close—inside—"

I came deep, holding her against the glass.

We stayed there, watching the groundsmen below, both catching breath.

"Best match I've ever been to," she said.

"Rematch next week?"

"I've got season tickets."

Started going to every home game. The football was almost secondary.