Baseball dreams

She watches him swing the bat at practice and wonders what it would feel like inside her. Alone this afternoon, she stops wondering and fetches it from the corner of the hall. In her room she peels off everything but her pale-blue lingerie, then lies back across the sheets with her knees spread wide. She trails the fat end of the bat over the crotch of her panties, pressing just enough to feel the soaked cotton cling to her lips. Heart thudding, she hooks the fabric aside and nudges the smooth, lacquered wood between them. It slides in slowly, stretching her inch by inch. She pauses, breath caught, then feeds more inside until her thighs tremble and the dark wood glistens between her blonde curls. The brunette locks sticking to her temple, she closes her eyes and fucks herself with it in long, steady strokes, hips lifting to meet every thrust.