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Jennifer Capriati was feeling on top of the world. She was finally back where she knew she belonged, at Wimbeldon, advancing toward the finals. Her last match had been a grueling one that seemed to drain the life from her. Though feeling great about her chances at making the finals, she was exhausted both physically and mentally.
After the usual barrage of post match interviews, Jen made her way to the locker rooms to shower and head back to the hotel for some welcome rest. Finding the showers all occupied, she found a sofa off in a quiet corner to wait her turn. A slight nudge and a "Jennifer-wake up " had brought her back from her state of peaceful slumber. Upon opening her eyes, she was greeted with the sight of Anna Kournikova leaning over her and calling her name to wake up. "Ohh, Hi Anna! My gosh, what time is it" she asked as she tried to clear her dream clouded head.
"It's almost midnight" answered Anna, "you've been sleeping here for almost 8 hours it seems"
"Wow," Jennifer replied, "I must have been more tired than I realised. I'd better get my things and get back to my hotel I guess." As she was getting her things together, she began to wonder why Anna was in the lockeroom at this time of night.
"Anna?" Jen said as she turned to the young Russian beauty, "How did you happen to be down here and find me at this time of night?" she asked.
"Well" said Anna, "To be honest with you, I was going to meet Martina (Hingis). But since she lost early on in the matches, she seems to have left town without telling Me. I really needed someone to talk to." Anna tried to hold back her tears as she continued. "I've been very anxious to come back and play, but haven't been able to yet. Martina and I would always get together and talk and do "special" things together while we were on the road and I missed those times we had together."
Jennifer looked at Anna and felt bad that she was feeling like she was. "Is there any way I might be able to help you?" Jen asked. Anna seemed to blush a little and said "I don't think you understand" she said, looking at the floor while she spoke.
Jennifer did indeed understand what Anna was talking about. She started to get a little excited at the idea that she might be able to help with a "special" thing or two.
Acting innocent, Jennifer approached the blonde beauty and began to tremble as she wrapped her arms around her. "Ever since I came back to the Tennis circuit, you've been one of the nicest girls to me. You don't seem to hold my past problems against me, like some do" she said. Instantly, Anna felt so comfortable. All her nervousness and fear just vanished. The musky odor of Jennifer was beginning to give Anna that same kind of feeling she got when her and Martina would get together.
"Why would I treat you bad?" Anna asked. "I admire your courage to come back and prove you deserve to be here." Anna was unconsciously stroking Jennifer's lower thigh as her head was nestled on her chest.
Jennifer took Anna's face in her hands and looked deep into her eyes. "I think I see what Martina finds so special" she said as she lightly placed her lips on the young beauties lips. Tentatively, both girls tongues began to slowly explore each others mouths. Anna's stroking of Jennifer's thigh became a bit bolder as her hand rose higher moving toward Jennifer's crotch. Jennifer in the meantime, had begun to rub her right hand up and down Anna's neck and upper chest. She let her hand drift down, over one breast, then the other. Her hand kept going until it reached the bottom of Anna's blouse. They broke their embrace for a moment.
"I only hope I can make this as special for you as Martina does" Jen said.
Anna, through smoky eyes said, "Martina who?" Both ladies laughed as that was the icebreaker they both needed. Taking the blouse hem in her hands, Jennifer lifted it over Anna's head and gasped at the sight of two of the most perfect breasts that anyone could have. She bent forward to plant light feathery kisses on these mounds of perfection. Anna sighed as she felt Jennifer's lips close on one nipple, then the other. Anna's hand continued it's trip up Jennifer's thigh until she reached the spot where her thighs met. Jennifer parted her thighs to give Anna unrestricted access to her now wet and tingling pussy.
Anna began to run her fingers up and down the length of Jen's pussy. Low guttural gasps and moans escaped Jen's throat as Anna's kisses got to be of a more aggressive nature. She then realised that Anna's other hand had made it's way underneath her tennis shirt, lifting it from the back. Jennifer allowed Anna to take her shirt off and seized the moment to become the aggressor. She gently pushed Anna back on the sofa so that she was lying down. Reaching up, Jennifer unbuttoned and unzipped Anna's jeans, grabbed the waistband and slowly began to pull them down, savoring every inch of flesh as she exposed it.
As she pulled them over her hips, she was greeted with the sight of the tiny G-string that Anna had chosen to wear that night. Jen's heart seemed to skip a beat at this magnificent beauty. Taking the jeans all the way off allowed Jen to get Anna into just the place she wanted her. Jen began to kiss Anna's feet and toes, then began to work her way up her calves, leaving a trail of kisses. Anna, through all this was beginning to squirm, reaching out to touch the source of the pleasure she was feeling.
Jennifer continued up Anna's legs, each one receiving a little special attention during her journey. When she got to her upper thighs, Jen sat back, took hold of that tiny G-string and pulled it away with a forceful tug that both surprised and added more excitement to Anna's anticipation. Jennifer now knew she was in the presence of perfection. From those wonderful feet and toes to that gorgeous head of hair, she was flawless. Anna reached out to Jennifer and pulled her down on top of her.