After The Train
Part 2, Chapter 4: After the Train - The Weekend in Chicago - Da' Bears: Soldier Field /Post Game Fun
I had grown up in the DC area and the Washington Redskins was the NFL team that I had followed for all these years. Even when I was attending the university in another state, the Sunday football games that were broadcast on the local TV station were the Washington games. We were closer to Washington than to Atlanta and in 1985 there was no professional NFL in North Carolina as a "local" team.
My mom even knew a number of the football team members as she was a big fan of the team and would hang out at the watering hole where some of the team members would hang out. She would go there in the evenings since it was near where she worked and friends of hers gathered there (independent of the football team). But through it all, I had never attended an NFL football game in Washington or anywhere else. Baseball and NBA basketball, yes. Even away from my home area. Not any of the NFL teams.
That was about to change.
As I discovered, some companies and organizations often have season ticket block seating for their employees, friends and families as well as for corporate executives. I'm not sure how many seats were available to this group of people that I had become acquainted with, but I was going to Soldier Field to watch the Chicago Bears play the Tampa Bay Buccaneers with Catie, Jody and some of the other people that I had met on Friday night (as an aside, I had worked in the Tampa area many times and hadn't taken the time to see a game there either). I'm certain the executives had better seats than we were sitting in, but they were fine.
Catie and I woke up nestled together front to back in the classic "spoons" position. It was light outside and sometime near sunrise. My cock was hard and I gradually worked it between her legs from behind. I knew I had my choice of "targets." But all the moistness came from where I had cum in her last, and so I slipped the tip of my cock further forward to reach between her vulva and labia lips. Whether she was awake initially, or was awakened by my gentle, but persistent, stroking, she indicated being awake by the gentle "Mmmmm" as I was getting the area more and more wet.
Without a word, she finally reached down and guided my cock into her as we gently and quietly started our morning together. No screaming orgasms, just her tensing up and moaning softly as each orgasm passed through her. We didn't change positions during any of this beyond the gentle stroking. The underside of my cock near the head was rubbing the front wall of her vagina. She would reach down with one hand and play with her clitoris, or feel me sliding in and out of her, or cup my balls as I slid in and out of her. With no fanfare, I slid in as deep as I could from this position and let her feel the pulsation of my cumming inside her. That sent her over her own edge one last time before we lay there together, unmoving and enjoying the warm afterglow of another sexual interlude. I gradually softened and slid out of her, my cum dribbling out.
"I really enjoy starting our days this way."
"So do I!"
After laying there in this position for a while, Catie and I got up, stripped the sheets from her bed and washed the mattress pad. While that was washing, we got in the shower to wash the sweat and body juices off from the previous night and morning activities. It was a playful shower and drying off. The enema bags were hanging in the bathroom to dry as an ever-present reminder of the fun we shared. By the time we were out of the shower, the mattress pad was washed and went into the dryer. We walked around her apartment naked while we got some breakfast and sat at her table naked just enjoying all of this. We had a 10 AM departure planned to get to the stadium for a 1 PM kickoff.
After the mattress pad dried, I helped Catie put it back on the bed and helped her make the bed with clean sheets. Once again, her bed was "presentable" in that it was made and didn't smell like people had had sex in it for the past week. I noticed how sore some of my muscles were because they had not been used in this way and at this intensity for lovemaking in quite some time. I took a couple of aspirin for pain relief. She asked if she was wearing me out. I told her no, she was helping to tune and tone my body to a particular set of skills that had not been used in a while.
We were in the kitchen doing something associated with going to the game when there was a knock on the door.
"That will be Jody," she said and she went to answer the door.
Jody said good morning to Catie and came around to the kitchen/dining area where she could see that I was still naked.
"Gawd! Will you two put some clothes on???!!! " she exclaimed and chuckled. "You two are having too much fun!"
Catie indicated that we would put some clothes on right after we put some sunscreen on. Catie had tan lines from her bikinis and one piece swimsuit. I didn't have tan lines from my time spent on the nude beach in Oregon. But I certainly appreciated the utility of sunscreen for those days being naked on the beach. I rubbed Catie all over, including places that would be covered while we were at the stadium. She, in turn, rubbed me down with sunscreen. I believe it was SPF30 though it could have been SPF15. I know I used a fairly high number at altitude when I was climbing in the Cascade Range. We offered to rub down Jody (based, in part, on our early morning conversation) but she declined our application to her skin. Jody was dressed in a white V-neck Chicago Bears t-shirt and a pair of blue shorts.
Catie and I went back and got dressed. The order of the day was to wear light colored, lightweight clothing because it was already quite warm and temperatures were predicted to be well into the 90's during the game. I came back to the living room to check what we were taking with us and sat down next to Jody.
"I don't know what's gotten into her," Jody said.
"Me!" I smiled at the comment.
She shot a knowing smile at me and then said, "Well, you must have found some way to some switch or button inside her to turn her 'on,' because I've never seen her like this."
"You must know her pretty well. You seemed to have shared a lot between you," trying not to reveal what Catie had told me about her experiences with Jody and describing her fantasies after asking who I would choose.
I was watching Jody's reaction. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I never expected her to have clued you in so fast on our anal sexual adventures on the train. It really took me by surprise that you already knew about it less than 12 hours after she'd gotten back."
"Oh. Well, that's what I mean. I've never seen her like this."
"She thinks very highly of you, you know. And, when we were on the train, she told me that it was you that had told her how being taken anally could feel with the right person. You've obviously talked about it before and I assume from personal experience."
She looked down briefly and I thought I detected a bit of a blush. I continued on;
"She asked me lots of personal questions about my experience with anal. But you were her guide. She decided she wanted it with me, on the train, as we rolled across North Dakota. She initiated, not me. But afterwards she said that you were right. She actually said it while I was inside her, that you were right." I didn't say anything about Catie's journal because I didn't know if Jody knew of Catie's journal.
I could tell this short and quiet conversation was having an effect on Jody. It certainly was having one on me as my shorts were becoming a bit uncomfortably tight. Jody's nipples had become erect and were visible through her shirt. I'm fairly certain that things were becoming quite moist in her crotch, too.
"Can I ask you something?" she asked.
"Sure."
"What's this about you and enemas?"
"Oh, that's something that I've enjoyed since I was about 12 years old. I found a bag hanging in the shower with a curved nozzle. I filled the bag and figured out where I could insert the nozzle. I loved the feeling of the warm water flowing into me and it made me very hard. I loved to cum while being filled or full."
"It wasn't until a few years later, just before my 19th birthday, that a nursing student friend of mine showed me the practical side of enemas and anal sex as well as the eroticism of enemas and sex. I still like the feeling and it's nice to experience that total openness and vulnerability with another person. It seems so rare."
"Are you always this open?"
"No, I haven't been. But my wife having an unexpected affair and then a divorce can have you look at the way your life has been going and what needs to change."
Catie had heard that last part as she came down the hall.
"Yeah, his ex-wife is crazy. Are we ready to go?"
We were and we were already running a bit late. We stepped outside into the muggy air. It was already well into the 80's. We had to walk several blocks carrying a couple of beach style bags with things like additional sunscreen, stadium cushions, bottles of water and some snacks. We were heading to the stadium on one of Chicago Transit Authority's L-trains to ride to the stadium. It was a better than driving to the stadium, getting into traffic to get to the stadium parking and then walking into the stadium from parking. But the trains were also busy with other fans making the same sort of choices.
I had grown up and watched the Washington Metro subway system being built and gradually coming into service in phases. Whenever I was in DC for business, I used the Metro system to get in and out of DC for meetings and work assignments, so I understood the kind of thinking associated with traveling without a vehicle on this type of public transportation.
"You make this trip every day to work?"
"Yes."
We finally reached the station where everyone piled off. We had about another mile to walk to the stadium and the route was abuzz with the pregame excitement. As I mentioned, I hadn't experienced an NFL football game before, but I recognized this same type of fan excitement in the air as I had seen in Washington for the Washington Senators, Boston for the Bruins, Red Sox and Celtics, and a number of other cities with professional teams where I had attended games. But the other thing to note was that it was really hot under a partly cloudy and somewhat hazy sky.
We didn't go directly into the stadium as we found some of the other members of this seating block out in the parking lot tailgating. Now here was a tradition that I recognized from my college days. Some things never change as there was a fair amount of drinking going on out there in the lots. Unlike college campuses where alcohol wasn't sold or allowed in the stadium, the availability of alcohol inside the stadium wasn't a huge limiting factor. Still, on a day like today, the dehydrating effects of alcohol could be a serious concern and I wasn't a big consumer of alcohol, either. I stuck with water or soft drinks for the most part. It was a very sociable crowd I was among. I was relieved to see that this was also a group of people who established designated drivers much like we did when I was attending the university (we were ahead of our time and just didn't realize it).
We finally headed into the stadium. Let me say that it's a big place, a big bowl shaped stadium. We were located near the end zone on the northwest corner of the stadium along with other members of this group. It was also quite warm and exposed to the sun and seemed to get warmer as the day wore on.
As for the game, the Chicago Bears started out looking a little off and Tampa Bay scored first as I recall. But by halftime, I think the Bears were ahead. It was still a close game, though. The second half was controlled more by the Bears and they took the control of the game. It was really quite warm until the end of the game when a thunderstorm rolled in at the end of the game.
We got drenched as we left the stadium. One of the things that became obvious (but I already knew this) was both Catie and Jody were braless. The thunderstorm was its own version of a wet t-shirt contest. One of Catie's coworkers offered to give us a ride back to Catie's apartment in their 15-passenger van rather than having to walk back to the L-station and ride back on the train soaking wet. We were glad for the ride but we had to deal with a good bit of traffic and the complications associated with rain from the thunderstorm. I had driven in Chicago traffic when I was working there as part of my job and had experienced Chicago traffic with thunderstorms. It can be a slow, time consuming ordeal, as it was this day.
Catie and Jody were sitting on the back seat of the van talking quietly between themselves.
"Girl talk," I thought. I was two rows in front of them talking with some of the other people in the van. It was the kind of conversation that you might expect between young professionals who had not yet reached middle age. Things like where I met Catie, what did I do as a profession, what was it like in North Carolina, what had we done while I was in Chicago (a strictly G-rated reply from me).
We finally reached Catie's apartment and it was still raining. Since we were still damp, there wasn't a particular hurry to run into the apartment. We gathered our stuff, thanked everyone for the ride and walked briskly to the apartment building. We had initially planned to eat "real" Chicago style pizza downtown after the game and then ride back out from downtown in the early evening. The thunderstorm altered those plans. I didn't realize that the "new plans" were being cooked up in the back of the van.