My boyfriend, Andy, loves cricket. In the summer months I hardly see him. He plays for one team during the week and another on Saturdays. If he's not playing he's watching it on TV. And, if something called a 'Test Match' is happening, the whole world stops turning, nothing must interrupt such an occasion. You may not believe it but Andy takes his holidays from work to watch these things, every minute of them and they go on and on for days at a time. Honestly, I'm not kidding.

So, when Andy was given two complimentary tickets to something called a 'County Game' and asked me did I want to go I was gobsmacked. Like most women I have absolutely no idea what cricket is all about, to me it's the most boring sport ever invented. But, I thought what the hell, at least we'd be together, so I went.

The first thing I noticed was that there wasn't a lot of people in the ground, but Andy explained that county cricket wasn't that popular, only with the purists. I didn't know who the purists where but there certainly wasn't a lot of them. Before the game started Andy tried to explain the rules to me, I tried to look interested, but to be honest, all the stuff about, balls, overs, wickets, runs and whatever went in one ear and out the other.

So we took our seats, in the virtually empty stand, and the game began. The first thing to confuse me was that all the players were dressed in the same white colour, so I didn't really know who was playing who. There were two men with bats who were trying to hit a ball that I couldn't really see. All very, very, confusing and very boring. So, I did what I normally do when I'm bored and switched off. It was a beautiful day, the sun shone from a clear blue sky, so I put my sunglasses on, closed my eyes and took in the rays.

I had half nodded off when, suddenly, I felt Andy's hand on the top of my leg. I woke up with a start and spun around to see if anyone was watching, but the nearest guy was twenty rows below us. Andy had, very deftly, found his way into my knickers, I looked at him but his eyes never moved from the cricket pitch. Well, I thought, at least this is a bit more interesting than watching a gang of men running around in matching clothes.

But, then a funny thing happened, because, nothing happened. Andy continued to watch the game and his hand remained perfectly still. It was all rather weird and, after a while, frustrating. Then, there was a smattering of applause as one of the guys, with the bats, hit the ball and they ran towards each other. Without turning his head, Andy raised one finger and said, "One". Then, very gently, he stroked me, just once. It was all very erotic being touched like this in the open-air, with, not very many, but some people about, even though none of them could see us. Then, as before, the hand remained, still on my crotch, but motionless. Then, once again, after what seemed an awful long time of the bowler throwing the ball, the two with bats ran towards one another again but then then they ran back again, very confusing. Again, without turning his head, Andy raised two fingers, "Two", he said. And I held my breath as he stroked me, this time, twice.

That's when, for the first time ever, I began to take an interest in cricket. I figured out that a bowler bowled six balls from one end then another bowled six from the opposite end, these were called overs. I willed the batsmen to run every time they hit the ball, but they never, which was all very frustrating as, although Andy's finger only played with me spasmodically, I was still, by this time, very much turned on and beginning to get very wet. Suddenly, there was a louder sound of applause and a little cheer. The ball sped along the ground and bounced up over a rope that ran around the edge of the ground. For the first time Andy turned to me and smiled, "Four" he said and this time his finger really pushed inside me stroking, with a lot more purpose. I was almost there, my hands gripped the edge of the seat, as I willed myself to come. One more stroke, but, frustratingly, the finger moved only four times. As I opened my eyes to a longer round of applause I saw, to my utter dismay, all the players leaving the pitch. Andy's hand removed itself from my crotch and rather desperately I said, "Is that It?" Andy only smiled, very smugly, and said one word, "Lunch."

So we sat and drank warm, white, wine and ate some tasteless sandwiches in an old fashioned pavilion. Andy sat, very pleased with himself, and asked me, smiling sweetly, was I enjoying the game. I glared back at him, but then an idea began to form in my head. I got up went to the toilet and took off my knickers and put them in my handbag. When I got back I leaned over and whispered in Andy's ear what I had done. Now, this is a huge turn on for Andy when I do something like this, it really gets him very hot. And I could see, by the bulge in his trousers, that it had had the desired affect.

We had no sooner sat down in our seats than Andy's hand was up my skirt. But, this time, I quickly crossed my legs and turned to him, this time the smug smile was on my face. Try as he might I kept my legs firmly crossed, even though I was desperately horny, his hand couldn't go where it wanted to go. This time I had, literally, the upper hand. But, I knew, like putting a Rowntree's fruit pastille in your mouth and trying not to chew, I couldn't keep it up. I uncrossed my legs the third over after lunch - How good is that?

I came with the score at 103 for 2, following a six over long on. Andy came shortly after, with my hand down his trousers, finger and thumb squeezing his bell end.

I've taken a whole new interest in the game of cricket now and we watch the game, quite regularly together, on TV. Of course I wear my little white 'cricket' dress, minus my knickers and we play the game. Sometimes, I don't know why, Andy loses complete interest in the match altogether and decides to get down on all fours and put his head between my legs. Of course I shout out the scores to him and he only licks me the correct number of times! But, you know I've got to be honest, or is it dishonest, because I don't always tell him the correct score. Can you really score twenty off one ball in cricket????