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Rose Bowl Sunday (MF, rom, exh, y2k)

by Kristen Kathleen Becker
December 1999

University of Wisconsin vs. Stanford --

The 86th Rose Bowl Game January 1, 2000

Sheri knew what they were doing was wrong, but she
loved Michael so much; all she wanted to do was please
him. As she did a little pirouette in front of the
camera, she could hear Michael's appreciative sigh.

She was stripped naked -- posing for him in the sports-

caster's booth high above the playing field at the
Rose Bowl.

In a way, it was thrilling to be doing something so

wrong and yet so exciting! What if someone came in on
them while they were both naked like this? Sheri liked
to exhibit herself; it was a secret fantasy that she'd
had all her life but had never acted on, until now.
When Michael had invited her to come along to watch
him test the equipment the week before the big game,
she hadn't thought that things would get so out of
hand.

But after several hours of watching her handsome boy-

friend lying on the floor under equipment, and twisting
his body to fit behind bulky camera controllers, Sheri
had become both a little bored and aroused. It was his
body that had attracted her to Michael in the first
place. And watching him lying spread-eagled on the
floor with his bulge potentially at her mercy or bent
over intently working on a piece of audio equipment
with his firm butt pointed at her had brought rude
thoughts to mind.

When Michael had suggested that Sheri be his model so

that he could test the hand-held interior camera, she
had flashed him playfully. Being a small-breasted woman
and not always having to wear a bra had its advantages.
A quick pull on her sweatshirt up over her bare breasts
and she had his total attention.

One thing had lead to another and Sheri soon found

herself talked into posing nude.

Michael was shooting his beautiful girlfriend's

luscious body from every angle with his eye glued to
the viewfinder. Sheri looked so sexy to him as she was
sat there on the counter with her lovely legs drawn up.
He could see her dusky-pink pussy lips peeking out from
between her shapely ankles as she smiled shyly at him.
She giggled as Michael quickly discarded his clothing
while still trying to capture her on film.

Her heart rate quickened as his swollen manhood bounced

into view. Sheri knew what was going to happen next and
the excitement of it all made her instantly wet with
anticipation.

Sheri swallowed, she realized that she loved Michael

more than anything and at that moment she wanted to
make love to him more than anything in the world. The
thought of having sex in the newsroom with him was an
exciting bonus.

She got off the counter and moved toward him.

As she reached Michael Sheri grasped his wonderfully

erect pleasure shaft and he moaned. He said in a
breathless voice, "Wait a second baby, I've got an
idea."

He reluctantly disengaged her cool slim fingers from

his boner and ran naked over to the camera, quickly
setting it on its tripod. Sheri looked on as he set
the auto-record and quickly came back to her, pushing
her down to the floor atop their pile of clothes.

"Michael, what if someone comes in?"

Sheri had a sudden fear of being caught. She also

hadn't figured on being filmed while having sex with
him. She trusted Michael, but it still made her feel
vaguely uncomfortable to have their most intimate acts
on film, or should she say digital disk?

But as he settled his body on top of hers, she shivered

as a thrill ran through her from her head to her toes,
like nothing that she'd ever experienced before. Every-
thing was so bright, so intense, even his smell was
sexual -- her mind was reeling with lustful thoughts.
Even before he moved, Sheri was wiggling underneath
him, trying to position his swollen tool for her
pleasure.

"Don't worry Sheri, the chances of someone coming all

the way up here today are just about nil, and I've got
to have you sweetheart! You've been naughty teasing me
like this and now you're gonna get what's coming to
you."

Then Michael positioned himself, (with substantial help

from Sheri) at her opening and plunged deeply into her
wet warm receptacle.

"Oh, yes... that feels so good baby," Sheri moaned as

she spread her legs wide raising them a little to allow
Michael full penetration.
They made passionate love as they always had. Only this
time the fear of being caught and the fact that Michael
was filming their love-act heightened their sexual
passions. Sheri performed for the camera, she moaned
and bucked letting her cares drift away as she humped
back at each thrust of her lover's hips. She was
enjoying the freedom of giving herself to the moment
and to hell with the consequences!

After only a few minutes, Sheri heard Michael groan as

his body tensed and then she felt his throbbing release
as he came deeply into her. The knowledge that his
pleasure was filling her up made Sheri buck harder to
milk her lover of all he had. The extra friction of
this brought her body over her own lustful peak and
she screamed, "God! YES!" as she held on for dear life,
riding up at Michael's slackening body as waves and
waves of delicious orgasm fired her mind and body with
sweet passionate love.

Finally, both bodies slumped together, breathing as if

they'd just run a five-mile marathon. Sheri whispered
into her lover's ear, "Michael, I love you, that was
the most wonderful orgasm that I've ever had."

Michael could only manage, "Hmmm..." as he lay there

trying to recover from his wild ride.

***

Game day came -- Michael was responsible for all the

feeds and hookup to the national networks. He was
running around with his head in the clouds. This was
his first really big job and things were coming off
just as he had planned. The 86th Tournament of Roses
Game was in progress and everything was working
perfectly.

Michael had been a little worried about the rollover

to January first. All those worrywarts talking about
possible Y2K equipment failures had come to nothing.
Of course he hadn't taken anything for granted, he'd
checked and double-checked all of the equipment.

He laughed quietly to himself as he thought about Sheri

and himself in the broadcast booth earlier in the week.
Yes sir, he sure had double-checked *that* equipment!

The memory of their love making session in the control

booth made him hard again. Even though he was having
the time of his life today, it would be nice to get
home to his sexy little honey and jump in bed with her,
he thought.

Michael's mind was brought back to the present when

one of his co-workers yelled, "Okay, two minutes until
half-time. Hey, Michael, could you check camera 16? Its
been acting up and we'll need it for the half-time
field events."

He knew that it was something that he'd have to take

care of, but the score board graphics were just about
to come on-line. He quickly calculated how long it
would take to get down on to the field and reboot the
camera and decided that if he didn't leave right away
then it would be too late.

"Okay Marty, you're in charge of the half-time

graphics, I'll head down to the field now and if you
have any problems call me on my cell phone."

Marty said nervously, "I don't know the controls, all

I can do is turn the thing on. What if it's out of
focus?"

"It won't be, I checked the settings last night. I

gotta go or it'll be too late."

Michael turned and sprinted to the elevator.

Less than a minute later the announcer signaled Marty

to turn on the score board half-time graphics. He
pressed the engage button and looked out at the huge
score boards that stood five stories tall at each end
of the stadium. As the score boards lit up bringing
the dead white surface of each screen alive his jaw
dropped and Marty's brain went blank.

***

This year, New Year's Day was different. This year,

Sheri had a boyfriend who worked at the Rose Bowl, and
because of that she was spending time with both
Michael's friends and some of hers watching the event
of TV. Normally she wouldn't be watching football at
all, but this year she was at least interested in the
technical aspect of the event if not the game itself.

Sheri was hosting the Bowl party at their apartment on

their 45" color projector TV set. Halftime was coming
up and she and her best friend Carol were heading for
the kitchen to refill the snack bowls when she whirled
around, almost tripping at the sound of male howls.

"Goddamn will you look at that!" Jerry, Carol's boy-

friend yelled. All the guys where whistling and yelling
in glee.

Sheri and Carol hurried back into the living room to

see what all the fuss was about. And in the 10 seconds
before the screen when dark, and as the large glass
bowl slipped from her numb fingers, Sheri saw herself
in all her naked splendor on the Rose Bowl score board,
with Michael thrusting away wildly between her
outstretched legs.

***
Much later that night, after having ushered all of
their mutual friends from the apartment, and fending
off one of Michael's drunker buddy's who kept leering
at her after the display he'd seen on TV -- Michael
came home.

He told Sheri about the Y2K time/date glitch that

apparently caused the storage of their sex play in the
digital system and its retrieval for display at just
the wrong moment.

"Goddamn it, who would have thought something like

that would happen," Michael moaned.

Sheri was embarrassed by what had happened, but there

was nothing that they could do about it now, she
thought.

Later that night she had another wonderful orgasm while

Michael was making love to her. The thought of the
world seeing them doing "it" wasn't that bad after all,
at least for their sex life. Sheri dreamily thought
about the possibility of doing something similar to
their Rose Bowl experience again sometime -- as she
drifted off to a sated sleep.

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little story.
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