Chapter 2

To her father, the trip was excruciatingly long, as he had to manage his hard-on by continually shifting in his seat while periodically looking over at his daughter as she excitedly recounted the inner workings of Smith & McGill. With the way Michelle sat sideways in her seat, her left leg bent and tucked under her butt, the lycra stretched even more tightly against her crotch, and the outline of her bare pussy was making a prominent “camel toe” in the material. To make matters even worse (or better?), the gaps between the buttons of her Jeter Jersey would sometimes gape as she moved her arms to accentuate different parts of the story, giving her father an eyeful of her naked 34B breasts as they jiggled beneath the pinstriped material.

As they boarded the mostly empty train, things got no better (much better?) for John Lynch, as Michelle sat in the seat opposite him, now with both legs tucked under her butt, again showing off her “camel toe” and the motion of the train causing her braless breasts to jiggle rhythmically within her jersey.

He was never so happy for the four-block walk from the train station to the Stadium, and finally felt his cock return to normal as they passed through the turnstiles into “the house that Ruth built.”

The game was classic Yankees-Red Sox, as these two teams always played each other hard, regardless of their record or standings within the division. Taking Michelle to the games as an adult was even more fun for John and a little more expensive, as they both enjoyed a stadium dog, hot pretzel, and a few beers through the game. There were several lead changes and close plays, and each time something good would happen, Michelle would jump up and down and high-five her father, causing him much more excitement than the action on the field. The game ended with a 2-run home run by the Yankees in the bottom of the 9th, breaking the 4-4 tie, and Michelle and John left quickly for the MTA station, as the last train heading North departed 30 minutes after the end of the game.

The early evening air had turned cold after the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, and John hugged his daughter to his body as they walked to the station, with the throng of people also trying to catch the last train North. They were able to get on the train, but it was standing room only, and the diminutive Michelle had trouble reaching the hand strap to maintain her balance, her jersey lifting above the waistline of her yoga pants, exposing her seemingly naked ass. Her father stood closely behind her, one hand around her waist and the other holding the hand strap as the overcrowded train headed out of the station.

The tight conditions, and rhythm of the train, were causing Michelle’s ass to rub against the front of her father’s shorts, and she could feel his erection growing. She blushed to herself at the naughtiness of the act and placed her other hand over her father’s, which was wrapped across her abdomen, holding her at the rib cage.

As the train slowed as it neared the first station, inertia pushed John more tightly to Michelle, and his cock was enveloped between the firm globes of her ass. The train then lurched when coming to a full stop, which caused John’s hand to slide up and cover his daughter’s left breast as inertia pushed her back against him.

Michelle felt her father’s cock twitch as his hand covered her breast, and she swallowed a moan at the sudden stimulation on her hard nipple.

“Sorry about that hun,” apologized her father from behind her, as they both shifted their positions, and he returned his hand to her side.

“It’s okay, Daddy, it was an accident,” Michelle replied, once again covering his hand with hers and gently nudging it higher until she felt their hands at the underside of her breast. She was secretly loving the close contact with her father and wished she could lower her hand to feel how wet it was making her pussy.

Each time the train pulled into a station, the scene replayed itself, with John pushing hard against Michelle’s ass and then his hand slipping to her breast as the train lurched to a halt, and she pressed back against him.

“Ruth, Mantle, Berra,” John Smith mentally tried to recite the Yankee Hall of Famers, as he knew there were six more stops before Yonkers, and needed to do something to keep from cumming in his pants, from the close contact with his 22-year old daughter.