Angel was nervous about seeing him again. They had met at a Superbowl party 2 months prior. The party was thrown by a woman from her hometown that she just found out lived in the same city and happened to invite Seth. They talked most of the evening and hit it off well. During the next 2 months, they had met at Angel's friends house several times for parties and at each event, they would talk amongst themselves, oblivious of the others. At the last party, Seth had finally gotten up the nerve to ask for her phone number. Angel gave it willingly and they had talked on the phone almost every day since.
Now, two weeks later, she was meeting him again, but this time it was just the two of them. She smiled as she also reminisced about their conversations on the phone and the emails they traded, not to mention the sexy pictures he had attached in a few. He definitely was not shy about his body, which made her feel free within herself. Angel had always been reserved, but she desired to be wild (with someone she cared about of course). What drew her to him was not the pictures of his body, but his sensitivity. She remembered one night when he cried as he told her a tragic story from his youth. It touched her deeply.
So here she was, about to meet Seth for the second time. She pulled into the park and saw the tennis courts. Her hands were sweating slightly on the wheel as she pulled towards the parking lot. He was there, standing outside his vehicle, looking up at the sky. She smiled despite her nervousness. He was wearing white shorts and a loose fitting polo shirt. His sunglasses covered his eyes, which disappointed her. She distinctly remembered how full of passion and intensity they were…and how beautiful. She parked several cars down and took a deep breath before getting out. As she approached, he looked down and smiled. It was a warm, comforting smile that made her instantly at ease. He took off his sunglasses and put them on his shirt making her heart leap as he gazed upon her, seeming to put a spell over her.
Seth walked to her and greeted her with a warm hug. She was suddenly self-conscious about her looks. She needed to lose about 15 pounds but to her benefit, she had large, full breasts that guys loved to gawk at when she wore tight fitting shirts.
"Are you ready to play, Angel?" He asked.
"Just take it easy on me, ok?"
"We're just here to have some fun, not get ready for the US Grand Slam." He replied, laughing.
It had been a while since Angel had played so her game was rusty, but she was enjoying herself. It felt nice getting outside and running around, not to mention the smiles she kept getting. She felt like she was in high school again. Suddenly, while she was reaching to hit a ball, she felt her ankle give way. She went down hard and grasped her ankle, unsure of the damage. She had sprained her ankles before and she knew that this wasn't one of the worst, but it was going to be a little painful to walk on for a day or two. She felt a hand on her shoulder as Seth knelt down beside her.
"Are you ok? Oh shit. Can you walk?" He asked, holding her calf.
"I don't know, it hurts," she replied. Though she knew she could walk off the court if she had to, she wanted to see how Seth would react to the situation. His reaction was not what she expected, much to her delight.
Angel felt herself being lifted into his arms, his concern obvious in his eyes. As he carried her off the court, she laid her head on his shoulder. The pleasant smell of his cologne surrounded her and she felt herself relax into his arms. She also noticed how close his hand was to her breast. She felt herself wishing he had moved it higher when he lifted her, but quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. He gently set her down on the soft grass under the shade of a large oak tree.
"I'll be right back," he said.
Seth walked to his vehicle and opened the trunk, pulling out a cooler. He carried it to where he had laid her and set it down beside her. Seth went back to his vehicle, searching for something. She saw him take a deep breath and walk back towards her.
"I don't have anything to wrap the ice with so I'm going to use my shirt. I hope you aren't offended."
Seth lifted off his shirt and placed it on the ground. He began placing cubes of ice from the cooler onto it, she took notice of his chest and shoulders. He wasn't cut like the guys you see on television or the magazines, but to her, he looked just right. He was rugged and she could see power in his movements. As she sat watching him, she felt as if she could feel completely safe with a man like Seth. A rush of cold against her ankle brought her back to reality. He moved it around her ankle…slowly…gently. Angel sighed as he cared for her injury and she laid back and her elbows, watching him. His concern was overwhelming to her and she felt a burning inside her. Slowly, she moved her uninjured leg apart, allowing her shorts to move away from her. She knew if he looked at her he would see her panties. She felt naughty, yet passionate at the same time.
"How does it look?" Angel asked.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad," he started but his words were cut short as he went to look at her. She knew he had seen her but he tried to ignore it.
"I think it's gonna be ok," he replied, blushing slightly.
"It feels much better," she said.
