He watched her skirt lift again as she bent down to pick up the tennis ball. The g-string cut into her smooth tight ass and Steve unconsciously licked his lips.
"Mmmm, I'm hungry," he murmured to himself.
She always wore the g when they played tennis; Jessica knew it drove him crazy. Today she was wearing the pink one. He breathed in deeply, remembering how the soft cotton felt against his face.
Steve flinched as the tennis ball flew past him. As he trotted off to pick it up, he reflected upon their previous tennis games. They would often build up a sweat on the court, Jess often missing the ball intentionally to flash him her sweet ass. Then later, they'd follow up with some good hard fucking.
Usually they managed to wait till they got home, but last month they could only manage to get as far as the health club showers. After the attendant walked in on Jessica giving him head in the cubicle, their membership had been revoked. Stupid fucking attendant! If he knew what was good for him, he would've enjoyed the view. Jessica doesn't mind the attention.
So now they had joined the Kingston Park Tennis Club across town. Hopefully they'd remain members for more than three months.
The sun was going down and the club had all but cleared out. Steve looked at his watch then up at Jess. She smiled, twirled around and flashed her ass again.
"I think it's time to go home," he smiled.
"You bet my ass," she replied.
"No, I bite your ass," Steve retorted.
"Only if you're lucky," Jess smiled.
Jess walked back to her tennis bag that was resting against the wire fence of the courts. She picked up the water bottle and squirted it into her mouth. As Steve approached, she turned suddenly to him and squirted water into his face.
"That's for being cheeky," she proclaimed with an evil grin.
"Me? Cheeky?" he said in mock surprise, "I'm not the one with my ass hanging out."
He reached under her skirt and squeezed one of her ass cheeks, sliding his fingers down between her thighs.
"May I?" he asked, reaching for the water bottle. He ran his fingers along the length of her g-string as he gulped down the water. Jess moved herself gently against his hand. Unexpectedly, Steve turned the bottle back to Jess then squirted it at her face. The sudden pressure caused the lid to fly off and the bottle emptied onto Jessica's face and t-shirt.
"You fucking asshole!" she shouted as she turned and thumped him in the arm.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he said, backing off, worried by her reaction.
"Do you realise what you've done?" she continued, "You've gone and wet my new bra!" Jess was unable to finish without laughing bringing a sigh of relief from Steve.
"I suppose you're going to have to take it off then," Steve suggested hopefully.
"You bet I am," Jess agreed, reaching behind to undo the clasp.
As Jess pulled her bra out through her sleeve, Steve noticed how the wet t-shirt clung to her firm, rounded breasts. Her nipples grew quickly, excited by the cool evening breeze and Steve's watchful eye.
He stepped forward and began to fondle each of her C-cup breasts, one in each hand. Slightly bigger than a handful, his perfect size. He was always trying to cup each one perfectly but could never quite stretch his fingers enough. A never ending a challenge that he could happily attempt all day.
Steve rubbed Jess's nipples, pinching them lightly. She moved closer to kiss him, pushing her hips against him to see if he was hard. He moved his right hand down to her ass and pulled her against him, ensuring she felt how horny he was.
