Close but no cigar . . .

It was a U-12 girls’ soccer match, and the young lass sitting on a blanket on the ground not eight feet from me had a body to die for. She was in tight jeans and a t-shirt, and was probably the older sister of one of the players. She was so fantastic I started getting a hard-on in my folding green and white lawn chair. As I sat there ogling the curves and proportions of my fellow spectator it occurred to me that I might ejaculate in my underpants without touching my member at all. So I fixated on tits and ass hoping for the aforesaid eventuality and not caring a fig about the mess. It would be a thrilling first in my annals of masturbation — a for-real hands-free spunk spew. I got more and more aroused, and closer and closer to coming . . . and then, the match was over and the girl picked up her blanket and casually walked away. Little did she know, a few more seconds and she would have received her very first ‘tribute’ — in person, no less — from an older man.