I've played tennis for a number of years. Never been fabulously good at it but I'm an acceptable standard player and I really enjoy the game, particularly doubles. I used to belong to a local tennis club but stopped the membership when I was married as it became difficult to keep attending as I had young kids and a wife who's job took her regularly overseas.
Following my divorce and being keen to keep fit in my mature years, I took the game back up again and joined another club close to where I now lived. I'd posted about my return to the game on a couple of my social media profiles. Not long after I received a direct message from a lady called Jane who said she remembered me from when I played at the previous club. I scanned my memory and recalled the lady who was a membership secretary at the club. We had spoken on the odd occasion, she was a pleasant lady with a nice smile.
I replied to her message saying how nice it was to hear from her again and hoped she was well. She responded with a cheery note about how she no longer belonged to that club, how her husband had passed with cancer three years earlier and that she always found me good company on the occasions we spoke and she enquired if I would be interested in meeting for a coffee.
I was intrigued by her message and looked her up on Facebook. I remembered her clearly now, although she had changed her look. I recalled her being very straight and a little shy but here she was with a different hairstyle and wearing fashionable clothing with posts on her profile showing lots of travel and an adventurous spirit. I accepted her invitation and we exchanged email and mobile numbers. She called me and we chatted, recalling previous times and people we knew. She was chatty and very pleasant and we agreed a late afternoon date at a local coffee shop in a few days.
The coffee shop was not busy and I found a table in a corner. I'd bought a latte and was scrolling through my phone when I heard someone greet me. I looked up and there was Jane, standing there smiling down at me. I stood and greeted her and we both leaned in for an air kiss. I asked her if she wanted a coffee, which she did so went to the counter and placed her order. When I returned, she was sat at the table, with her coat open. She was wearing a nice close fitting sweater which showed off her slim figure and shape and a knee length leather skirt and boots. Now I've always been a fan of leather, particularly on a girl and boots are definitely a bit of a kink so she had really piqued my interest. She was very smiley and chatty and we talked, reminiscing over old times and on occasion she touched my arm to emphasise a point. She had nice hands and manicured and painted nails, another plus point in my list of attractive feminine qualities.
At one point another customer came into the coffee shop. Jane looked and spoke quietly to me that the the guy who had come in had dated her once and that she'd ended it as he was a bit of a jerk, but that he had been difficult to shake off and had kept contacting her. I told her we should act like we were a couple and he may leave us alone. She laughed and nodded and I moved my chair closer to hers and put my arm around her. She reciprocated, quite eagerly I thought, and placed her hand on my thigh which produced a nice tingle in my crotch area. I was whispering in her ear and she was giggling when there was a loud cough. I looked up and there was this guy stood in front of us with a very cross look on his face.
"Flouting yourself with another bloke eh Jane? he said quite angrily, "I expected better of you."
I stood up and said, "I have no idea who you are but how dare you speak to my girlfriend like that. If you don't want this developing into a very nasty situation, I suggest you leave immediately."
The guy fronted up to me and I thought he might try and get physical so I took half a step towards him. His eyes widened and his bravery deserted him.
"You're welcome to her," he said turning, "but no doubt she'll lead you along too just like she did me."
"Get out," I said loudly, prompting heads turning from the other customers and the guy scuttled out of the shop without ordering his drink.
I sat down and Jane squeezed my arm and leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
"Thank you so much for that," she said smiling at me, "I didn't lead him on, we had one date and he thought we were a couple. He's a bit of a scary creep."
"No worries," I said, "he was all bluster, probably gets off on bullying women."
Jane kept her hand on my arm, "I did enjoy you calling me a girlfriend though," she laughed.
"Well," I said, "you're a girl and you're my friend so I didn't lie. I could have said you are my lover but that might be a little too presumptuous."
