Chapter 107 My Game At The Game I

• I wasn't all that keen on going to the game with my husband Ben. Although he's an ardent supporter of the local team, those sorts of sporting events really aren't my thing
• I'd seen the television coverage of some of these games; the cameramen, besides covering the action on the field, frequently picking out any sexy looking tarts in the largely male dominated crowd. I think that it was with that sort of thing in mind, that my husband wanted me to go with him. This idea was further borne out when he suggested that I wear a particular micro-mini skirt of mine, along with a little white, cotton top that is very revealing.
• I really don't know why I bought that ridiculously tiny skirt in the first place; to tease my husband with I suppose. It's flared and made of the softest, thinnest cloth that flounces about with every movement and is terrible in any sort of breeze; I don't know how many times I've had it blow up around my hips and shown off my panties.