I don’t know what to tell you, but getting aroused and having sex in public was one of my biggest fantasies, but I never thought that it would come down on me in this way. No, I wouldn’t say that it is a punishable act, but considering how the camera focused on my pussy getting banged with Rudra’s enormous dick, I am reversing my sentence.
It was a Sunday afternoon, a matchday of the Cricket’s second-best rivalry, India vs. Australia. I had two tickets with me, one for me and one for my partner-in-crime and the best boyfriend in the world, Rudra, who always wants me to go out braless in public. Not to mention that I like it. The feeling of my two full bosoms rubbing against the inside of my top gives me a refreshing feeling. I don’t have to feel that tight and uncomfortable all the time. Also, the stares from random people in the street encourage me to do it more. I wore a white shirt that day, followed by a sky blue mini skirt at the bottom. Yes, I was completely aware that my nipples were visible through my thin white shirt, and even people could peek at my creamy sideboobs through the gap between my buttons. If this is not enough details for you, let me tell you one more thing; I didn’t wear any panty that day because that shit too makes me uncomfortable.
Rudra, on the other hand, dressed as politely as possible. Not politely in a suit-and-tie manner, but an in a simple-red-chequered-shirt-and-blue-jeans-classy manner. He kept the sleeves up on his mid-arm, revealing the vivid veins and sexy muscles that he possesses. His jeans were tight enough to make his excitement clear when it’s time.
“You are staring.”- Rudra said while handing the tickets over to the counter and without looking at me.
My cheeks flushed. I didn’t know that I was searching for his erection which was impossible at the moment with all the crowds in the world surrounding us. I cleared my throat and murmured an unnecessary apology.
We took a seat next to each other. Our tickets’ price was more than 1500 bucks, which gained us the most popular seats of Eden Garden on the front row from where we could see every player and performer, though not precisely. Even the lens of the camera personnel could fall on us if we managed to catch their attention. And we did. After a few singles and doubles, we decided to play a betting game.
The crowd roared, and so did we. It was a six that came from our favorite batsman, Rohit Sharma.
“Let’s play a game, shall we?”- Rudra said without moving his eyes from the scoreboard.
“Whenever a bowler delivers a ball, you are gonna guess what will happen next. If your prediction fails, you will do whatever I say and vice-versa. Agree?”
As much as the intensity of his desires inspired me, I deep down begged him not to do and ask me to do anything scandalous. The nervousness of my mind was plastered on my face, and Rudra eyed me from sideward and then asked again, furrowing a brow at me, “Agree?”
I didn’t give it a second thought because I would ruin the match and the mood once and for all if I did.
“Yes, I agree.”
“Good. I’ll go first.”- his eyes were once again on the 22-yards. Mitchel Starc was about to deliver his first ball of the innings to K.L Rahul from the end.
“Single it’s gonna be.”- he slowly and dedicatedly said, but the batsman thought something better. He swiped it away for a stunning four.
“Ugh.”- he huffed and threw his hands on the air. The crowd clapped and roared, cheering. Now it was my turn to play his game.
“Call your mum and tell her that you are going to be out late tonight because we are going for dinner.”- I said. Cheap, I know. Because even if I did have something extraordinary on my mind, I wasn’t going to say it, not before he made his intentions clear about why he chose to play the game.
Rudra looked at me and narrowed his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, OK.” He searched for his mum’s number and talked to her for a minute before putting the phone in his jeans’ rear pocket and sitting down, concentrating on the match in front of us.
“Your call now.”- he declared.
“I think it’s going to be a single now. Or double maybe.”
“One confident answer only!”
It was the second ball of the over, and when Starc finished the delivery, the batsman took the most awaited single run. I sighed in relief.
“Okayyy you are safe.”- Rudra was saying.
Singles are the most predictable in cricket. But if you can predict something else and it turns out to be true, you are the hero. But I think Rudra already read my mind.
“Don’t predict singles from now on. The game is going to be boring in that way.”
I nodded. He definitely had a point.
“Starc is going to give a slow delivery now.”- Rudra said, hopeful, his eyes fixed on the match before us, and his body was straightened on his seat.
But the bowler, let alone giving K.L a short delivery, gave him a full-toss for no reason and the ball went into the crowd.
“Ugh, bad luck,” Rudra murmured beside me.
This time, I thought something better than the last time. “Show me the porn site you watched last night.”- I ordered.
Rudra’s brow furrowed. He took his smartphone out of the pocket and went to his browser to show me the search history. He had different keywords in the search field; big boobs, Indian, orgy, blowjob, et Cetra. He does not watch a particular site. He enters the keywords in Google and views whatever he finds sexy. I didn’t know that he likes orgy so I could have offered him to do that one day.
“You like orgy?”- I asked, curious.
“Yep! Want to?”- he looked at me sideways, still keeping his left brow furrowed.
“Depends on the company.”- I replied.
“Fair enough. Your turn.”
On the fourth delivery of Mitchen Starc, I predicted that it would be a wicket, but as always, Cricket is an unpredictable game, and the batsman took a couple out of the delivery.
I exhaled, was about to get screwed, realizing that I gave him a bold dare previously.
“Sit up from your seat, stand on your legs parted, and lift your skirt a little higher.”- he dared.
I gasped, “What?”
It was a pretty intense dare to perform in public, but I had to. Otherwise, the fun would be ruined. I puffed and got up from my seat to do what he told me. While lifting my skirt, I was feeling hesitant as I wasn’t wearing any panty underneath. Suddenly, I felt all the eyes of the crowd on me; they cheered not for the match but my semi-nakedness. The gate between my thighs felt cool and refresh with the air of the field, and I couldn’t help but notice the goosebumps on my skin.
“How long do I have to stand like this?”- I hissed at my boyfriend.
He smirked, clearly he was enjoying the show.
“You have already got the camera to notice you..”- he said, pointing towards the cameraman, “so you can sit down now.”
I sat down immediately, too embarrassed to even take a breath.
After the next delivery, I told him to take off his shirt as he lost this prediction too. And he did, without any hesitation, one of the perks of being a boy.
Two games went on in this way; one in the field and the other in the gallery. We did scandalous things on the ground with every loss, but no one was there to stop us. If not, only the crowd’s cheers and the excitement of the cameramen made us carry on our game further. The game changed from betting to dare, just throwing each other nasty dares to complete, even if the cricketer on the other end proved our predictions to be right. I would still go on and say, “take off your belt.” to Rudra while Virat Kohli clearly hit a six with his bat as he predicted. And my boyfriend would honorably fulfill my wish. After several minutes of playfulness, things heated up for both of us.
“Take off your top.”- Rudra ordered, knowing that I was wearing nothing underneath.
“Are you sure?”- I cocked my eyebrow at him, gazing at him unbelievably.
“More than anything.”- he replied.
This was not expected, in fact, it was completely horrifying, but the thought of pulling off my shirt and uncovering my naked breasts in front of all of these spectators and the sexy cricketers invited goosebumps all over my body, explored butterflies all over my stomach, and I couldn’t resist the pleasure of it.
I giggled at him and took off my shirt at a slow-motion over my head instead of unbuttoning it as if I was stoned or drank two bottles of vodka.
I saw the cameramen from all four angles zooming on my bouncy assets, ignoring the match in the field. The cricketers, too, in fact, kept their eyes on the big screen, totally forgetting about their wives who were watching the games from the VIP compartments. I was sure that the commentators were also up to some dirty talks, but we couldn’t listen to them right now. That one is for the audience watching the cricket or our game in front of the television.
The crowds were cheering and whistling restlessly; the observers from our neighboring seats were trying to join the game. But Rudra, being my protective boyfriend, knew exactly how to protect me even when my boobs were dancing naked in front of the whole world. There was no break to this game. Everyone around us was quite energetic and excited, more than the cricket match. I myself had no idea how many men got hard by me. But amidst all these, the cricket was resumed as if our game was a natural one, like the nude beaches in Mexico. It would be more fun if people around me joined in our stripping game to feel less naked. But people just like to enjoy the show more than being a part of it. That’s why we didn’t want to ruin the fun and carried it on. We were hornier than ever this time; it took only a few minutes for my skirt and Rudra’s jeans to join our abandoned tops on the ground. We were kissing and touching each other in front of the crowd, cheering and throwing our hands in the air occasionally ourselves. Rudra would hold my breasts in his palms and hop them in front of his eyes, pointing towards the camera that was already zoning on my rock-hard nipples. He then would suck and lick my teats hard to produce loud moans and groans from my mouth. The crowd and camera people would sing the same music in unison. This went on for like 15 minutes until we decided that it was time to finish this off for good. Since our parents were already watching the TV match, they needed to know the results too. They earned it.
Rudra put his dick in my pussy and fucked me full-on for some time. The sound of his balls slapping against my hips while he fucked me in the doggy style was pleasurable enough to the audience that they stopped making any sound to hear our noises. We moaned and cried our hearts out; no one was there to stop us. At that moment, a ball landed on us. It was a six, but no one noticed that.
He whispered in my ear, “if Rishav Pant hits a six on the next delivery, we will do a 69.”
I agreed to his proposal. Meanwhile, the previous batsman Virat Kholi got run out. He was possibly looking at us during taking a run instead of eyeing the ball. We felt bad for him, not because of the run-out, but because of him explaining the situation to his pregnant wife, Anushka Sharma.
It seemed like the batsman (Rishav Pant) overheard our conversation, and he hit the ball hard, which landed in our direction for a massive six. That was our clue. We jumped on the ground and positioned ourselves so that our private parts would meet each other’s mouth. I put his throbbing cock in my mouth, and he ate my pussy, parting my hip bones with his hands.
We came off pretty fast, maybe because of the pressure of the circumstance. Under normal circumstances, we could have lasted longer.
We had a lot of explanation to do to our parents, no doubt. But undoubtedly, I liked this uninvited sex. And, of course, it was the most epic game of cricket. Even more epic than the 2019’s World Cup Final hosted in the Lord’s.