When my two best friends asked me to go to watch the tennis at Wimbledon with them I immediately agreed. Yes, I liked tennis, both playing and watching, but that wasn't the reason I was going. Oh no! I wanted to see Anna Kournikova and the rest of the hot ladies there. The short tennis skirts and tight tennis tops always got me excited.
We had queued for ages before we finally got into the huge green coloured tennis complex that was the All England tennis club. The place was packed. There were hundreds, thousands of fans, and almost an equal number of stewards too. I could hardly move but the three of us started to push through the crowds in an attempt to get to court number one, which is where we were supposed to be sitting. I had no idea of how to get there but my friends had been before so I just followed them.
We seemed to have walked for five minutes when suddenly I saw a large crowd of autograph and photograph hunters chasing someone.
"Guys, look. Who's that?" I asked, changing direction towards the crowd. "Guys?" I looked around but my friends must have carried on oblivious to what I had said. I thought they would be pleased if I managed to get this famous stars autograph so I pushed my way forward. I am quite well built and at 6'3" I easily got to the front quickly.
When I got there I was startled. There before me between two burly minders stood a petite blond girl. She was short, maybe 5'4" or something, but she had long blonde hair down to the top of her cute, cute butt. She was wearing a tracksuit so her overall figure was a mystery to me. I found myself staring at her chest and her butt, wondering what they were like, and then I looked up and found she was staring right at me! I must have gone red. This girl was beautiful, but looked no more than 18. I was certain she'd be pissed with my blatant perving, but she kinda smiled at me as if to say I know what you're doing. I looked around at the crowd but no one else had noticed anything. Had she not actually looked at me? I was certain she had!
Anyway, her minders walked her into a building and that was that.
My friends had told me as we were queuing that Anna Kournikova had pulled out of the tournament due to a knee injury, and I was pretty pissed off with that. I didn't realise there was another girl who looked as good. I mean this girl was enchanting.
I asked the couple next to me who that was and they told me it was Jelena Dokic, an Australian born Yugoslav. I pushed my way out of the crowd and eventually found the court I was supposed to be at. When I met my friends I wasted no time in telling them about what just happened.
"Yeah right man, Jelena Dokic just looked at you erotically. We believe you. No, really."
They didn't believe me.
I knew they wouldn't but I had to tell someone. I sat through the first match just thinking about her. I couldn't help it!
"Hey, dreamer. Seeing as you're not watching this game, how about you buy us some Cokes? It shouldn't be too busy out there" Mark suggested.
I nodded and wandered off. I found a Coke stall and ordered three. As I was being served I noticed the doorway that Jelena had walked through. No one was around the doorway and I started to think about going in there. I had my doubts, lie someone would stop me or she wouldn't actually be in there. Anyway, I was served the Cokes and I walked off. I stood outside the doorway and looked around. No one was looking at me. I was about to go in when it opened and two security guards came out.
"You can't go in there Sir. You need id."