I couldn't believe my luck. Centre court. The noise of the crowd was unbelievable. I strode out, following the girl in front of me, my eyes darting from her lithe form to the crowd.
"Wow, who would ever have thought that little Nikki would be walking onto centre court at the Australian Open," I thought to myself, unable to contain my grin. I took up my position and the noise of the crowd swelled even further.
I turned and looked back to the player's race as Maria Sharapova made her own way onto the court. "God she's gorgeous," I thought. "And to think that I get to spend a whole tennis match perving on her. Thank god I'm only a ball girl, I'd never be able to return her serve. I'd be too busy watching her and miss seeing the ball!"
Behind her strode Daniela Hantuchova and I pressed my legs together, squeezing my pussy. This had to be the best match of the whole event! I'd been fortunate enough to work some games with hot chicks playing in them, but this one had two of the girls I lusted after most on the professional tennis circuit. I'd spent hours on the net looking at pictures of these two, seeking glimpses of panties, breasts, anything a little more intimate than was commonly available. And I'd lain in bed at night, too, my fingers stroking myself, seeing erect nipples in tennis tops, my mind peeling the tops up to reveal them so that I could lick and suckle upon them. Especially Daniela's, they seemed to be almost permanently erect when she was playing!
I all but drooled as each girl took the court and began hitting the balls back and forth. I wanted to just watch, but as they warmed up, I was kept busy ensuring that the balls were kept available. I made sure that I did my job well. After all, at least one of these girls would be playing again and I didn't want to stuff up my chances of being there when it happened.
Towards the end of the warm up, the two girls stripped off their warm up gear and I tried to keep my tongue in my head as I first watched Maria Sharapova strip down to the pale blue baby-doll dress that she'd been sporting throughout the Australian Open. I didn't like it very much. It didn't seem right for tennis to me, but then who was I to judge her fashion? After all, she made millions and I a lot less than that! After all, it was really only because it didn't hug her figure enough I admitted to myself. It was more nightie than tennis top ... a nightie I'd be happy to get to go to bed with! Well, as long as she was in it, I would put up with watching it.
I turned then and watched Daniela. She was wearing a tight blue top, similar in colour to Maria's. But it was tight, hugging her figure. She had matched it with a tiny pair of black shorts with a white waistband, which didn't meet the bottom of her top, exposing her midriff. How I longed to be able to run my tongue across that taught belly! I tired to imagine what sort of underwear she'd have on beneath it, but my mind almost collapsed at the lust that was associated with the thought processes involved. I realised that Maria was looking at me, waiting. I blushed and cursed myself as I realised that I had made the ultimate faux pa. I was staring away when she wanted a tennis ball. I quickly bounce passed one to her before she was forced to turn to one of the other court attendants.
"Thank God I was staring at Daniela," I thought to myself, "If I'd been busted checking out Maria, I don't know what I would have done!"
It wasn't long until the game was underway and I was busy watching for the balls that travelled out of court that I had to fetch and feed to the girls as they played their game.
Usually I found myself cheering inwardly for one of the competitors (Usually the underdog in true Aussie fashion ... or failing that, the one I lusted after more!) but today I couldn't make up my mind. In the moments that I wasn't actively involved in attending the court, I found my gaze drawn again and again to the two girls, no older than myself, as they ran lithely about the court, swinging their racquets and playing the balls with a precision that I could only dream of.
The sheen of sweat on their skin sent my mind to places I couldn't allow it to go whilst I was working and I was constantly berating myself to pay attention to the task at hand and not to think about them rinsing their bodies off after their game, basking naked in a luxurious spray of water ... there I went again. I passed the ball to Daniela. She was a set down at this stage and fighting to stay in the match. She kept showing glimpses of getting on top of Maria (stop those dirty thoughts Nikki!) but not quite managing it. As she turned away, I tore my gaze from the nipple display that she was putting on. They looked so tight under that baby-blue singlet. I wondered how far they would stand out without the constraint of her clothes. I licked my lips at the thought.
They changed ends and I found myself staring at Maria, wishing she'd worn something as tight as Daniela. I contented myself with the fact that every time that she served in front of me, the back of her baby-doll dress lifted and showed my her tight matching pants, clinging to her sweaty butt. That and the fact that she was now drenched with sweat and the dress clung to her periodically, outlining just enough of her figure to whet a horny young girl's appetite.
Eventually, the match was over, Maria having triumphed over the lower-seeded Daniela. I watched as they gathered their gear and left the court, headed for the change rooms. That was the end of my work day.
As I left the court, I passed the entrance to the players' dressing rooms, lewd thoughts going through my mind. There was usually plenty of security around this area and I was surprised at this time to find that there wasn't anyone there. I hesitated from following the rest of the ball girls as they departed the court.
"Should I?" I thought to myself. "Should I put myself out on a limb and risk my job? Fuck it, you only live once and its not like the job was going to pay my way through Uni." I walked quietly towards the change rooms.
"I don't know how you can play so well prancing around in a nightie," I heard someone say. It was Daniela, I recognised her voice from her post game comments.
"Huh you can talk, you may as well play naked you're wearing so little." Maria was answering. I stealthily made my way further into the change rooms. I found a spot where I wasn't visible from the main door and hid there, listening.
"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?" Daniela responded.
"Well I must say when I first saw those shorts I had to wonder whether they required a shave to get on, I mean you're all but showing your pussy!"
I was getting wet listening to this! With their accents, I couldn't pick up from the inflection of their voices whether they were just taking the piss out of each other or whether they were genuinely having a go.
"Oh you can talk, I've seen some of the things you've been flaunting around the tennis court."
"Flaunting? Look who's talking about flaunting! Do you tweak your nipples especially before you go out there? I mean if they stuck out any further, you could poke someone's eye out!" Maria replied.
"Oh come on, can I help it if my nipples get erect when they rub on my bra?" Daniela laughed.
"They were talking about my two favourite nipples. I wished that I could walk around to where I could see the two of them. I knew that if I could see their faces, I'd be able to establish whether they were serious or not.
They didn't say much for a while and I was about to try and sneak back out un-noticed when they started talking again.
"Can you believe how hot it was out there?" Daniela asked Maria.
"God, I tell you, there's times that I wish I'd been an ice-skater," Maria replied, "I'd much rather be cold than as hot as that."
