Author: Deacon Blues
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Summary: Jenny goes to a baseball game and has a mishap catching the home-run ball, caught live on TV.
Jenny awoke just as the plane was descending over the Gateway Arch. She nervously looked around as she adjusted her skirt, hoping that no one had noticed that while sleeping she had slipped down in her seat, while her skirt had stuck to the fabric, revealing the tops of her stockings. A man across the aisle quickly raised his newspaper in front of his face. Jenny didn’t have time to wonder if he had seen her before she heard the attendant announce "Welcome to St. Louis. We will be landing in 10 minutes.
Jenny was glad to be back in St. Louis. Every time she came to see her old friend Mike, she had a great time. She loved the Italian Market and the riverboats. Jenny thought it was really a hoot to take the brewery tour, though last time she was there she snagged her dress on a bottle conveyor. It had ripped off her dress, and she had to watch helpless in her bra and panties and watch while her dress traveled down the conveyor, up around the filling machines and across the ceiling into the warehouse, while the floor crew cheered and hollered. It was so embarrassing.
That unpleasant memory was fortunately disturbed by the bump of the landing gear contacting the tarmac. Rushing into the gate, Jenny quickly found Mike and gave him a big hug. "What are we going to do first, Mike?", she asked breathlessly. "Take a casino cruise down the river?"
"Jenny", Mike said, "the only game in town this weekend is the Cardinals. Everyone’s going to be at the stadium, and I’ve got tickets, for the left field bleachers, no less".
Though Jenny had been at a few games, she didn’t know much about baseball. "What’s all the excitement?", she asked Mike. "Are the Cardinals going to win the World Series?"
"Jenny!", Mike said, exasperated. "Don’t you know that Mark McGwire’s about to break Roger Maris’s home run record? That’s all anyone is talking about."
Jenny still wasn’t sure what it was all about, but she always wanted to be where the excitement was. She was looking forward to going to the ballpark the next day as she dressed. She knew that it was traditional in St. Louis for ladies to dress up for the ballgames, and though she was modest about her body, she knew she was attractive and liked to look her best. But she knew that the heat and humidity could be unbearable in the bleachers. She rummaged through her suitcases looking for just the right thing to wear. Fortunately she had brought a pretty, brightly patterned though conservative sundress. It was almost floor length, and though it had little spaghetti straps, it only showed a bit of shoulder. "This will protect me from the Sun", she thought, "but it will be hot under all this material". But since it was such a modest dress, she thought to stay cool she’d wear just a pair of thong-style panties under it.
As she looked around the stadium parking lot while walking to the gate with Mike, she knew she made the right choice. She was cool and comfortable, but she knew she looked good, not cheap like those immodest girls in their halter tops and cut-offs.
"Why are we sitting in left field", she asked Mike. "Couldn’t you get better tickets?"
"Jenny, left field is THE place to sit" replied Mike. We might be able to catch a home run ball".
When they got to their seats, the section was completely filled, and most people had fielder’s gloves. "Why is everyone so excited about catching a little ball?" she asked.
"Jenny, the ball McGwire hits for his 62nd home run could be worth $20,000!" Mike told her. Now Jenny was starting to get excited, and began to tune in to the emotion of the crowd. "Ooohh," she said, "I hope he hits one our way".
McGwire had tied Maris’s mark of 61 two days ago. Chicago had thrown their ace against him last night, but he was up against a rookie this afternoon, and the St. Louis crowd was sure the record would fall today. McGwire got on base with a grounder in the first, and struck out in his second at-bat. Jenny was starting to get bored. But when McGwire came up in the 6th with a man on second, the crowd started to get on edge.
The Chicago pitcher took him to 2-2. McGwire fouled off a couple of pitches around the corners. Finally he connected on a low fastball. As it soared toward the left field fence, the crowd rose to its feet as one. In the excitement Jenny jumped up, too, not noticing the hem of her sundress had caught on a screw head protruding from her seat base. As she stretched to see over the crowd, the screw pulled her dress tight, stretching her spaghetti straps to almost the breaking point.
"Jenny, it’s coming right too you!" yelled Mike. "Catch it! Jump!"
All around her men and boys had their arms outstretched. Jenny could see the ball dropping right over her head. She jumped up on her seat, unable to hear the "rrrippp!" of her spaghetti straps breaking loose over the roar of the crowd. Jenny stood on her toes and raised her arm toward the ball, which allowed her dress to slip over her bust and fall to the deck. With a mighty stretch of her whole body she reached up and grabbed the ball!
"I got it, I got" she yelled, jumping up and down on her seat, holding the ball aloft. In her excitement she kept jumping up and down, until she realized something was different. She could feel her boobs bouncing up and down freely in the air. She looked down in shock. There was her sundress laying on the deck, gathered around the offending screw head.
Meanwhile Mike had gone nuts, yelling "She got it! She got it!", oblivious to the fact that Jenny was standing on her seat naked except for her tiny thong. Jenny tried to cover up, but Mike was holding up her right hand. partly to show off the ball, partly to keep it away from the kids mobbing them. With her left hand she was swatting at the kids trying climb up to get at the ball. Giving up on getting down to get her dress, she looked out in to the stadium, where, to her horror, the two huge video monitors were showing replay after replay of her celebrating her catch, her bare boobs bouncing up and down as she jumped.
The huge roar in the stadium had subsided just slightly when Jenny noticed another commotion. Hordes of reporters were charging for their seats. The cameras of every major new organization, CNN, CBS, FOX, all had their cameras on Jenny. She still couldn’t move, Mike was still going crazy showing off the ball, and with it, Jenny’s luscious, nearly nude body.
She kept swatting at the kids with her free hand, who in their scramble to get to the ball, would sometimes grab hold of Jenny’s thong, and it was all she could do keep on the last tiny piece of covering she had. Flashbulbs were popping all over, and, blinded, she could only swat aimlessly, while one ambitious kid, trying to pull himself up using Jenny’s panties, pulled down one side of her thong, temporarily exposing her curly blonde bush, just as the cameramen arrived at the rail.
Finally Mike came to his senses, and realized Jenny’s dress was laying on the deck. He picked it up and helped her slip into it, and hustled her out to the aisle and up to the concourse, Jenny holding her arm across her breasts to keep her dress up. They stopped at a stairway, unsure which way to go, when a man ran up yelling "here they are!" Mike and Jenny started up the stairway, but just then a dozen people started down toward them. In the lead was a dapper looking businessman and a stoop shouldered but very distinguished looking elderly man. The man who yelled ran up behind them, grabbed Jenny and said to her "I’d like you to meet the owner of the St. Louis Cardinals, Mr. August Busch III, and one of the greatest ballplayers of all time, Mr. Stan Musial.
Auggie Busch smiled at Jenny and said "I’m pleased to meet the fan who caught the record breaking ball, and delighted that it was such a beautiful lady. He extended his arm to shake Jenny’s hand, Jenny, temporarily forgetting her predicament, reached for his hand, allowing her dress to fall around her waist. Again , flashbulbs popped all around them. Stan Musial, always the gentleman, helped her pull the dress up around her shoulders.
"And now", Busch said, "It’s time to meet the man himself, Mark McGwire. Shall we go down to the clubhouse to see him?".
"You mean the man with those magnificent arms who hit that ball? Ooohhh!!!" said Jenny.
The meeting was private, so I’m unable to report what transpired there, but it’s said that McGwire has never had to take a supplement to increase his testosterone level since.