Chapter 1 -- The Tennis Match
Jack had been corresponding with Julia for some little time now, and at last she had agreed to meet him. She had chosen for them to play a game of tennis, and then see how things went. Luckily, through contacts, Jack had managed to have them both signed in at the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, which was not too far from his home. At the appointed time on that hot, sunny Saturday, he waited in Reception for her, sitting on the leather seats some distance from the counter.
Julia arrived, a minute or two late, as her train from up north had been delayed, and from a distance Jack watched her as she checked in with the concierge. She was dressed casually in a smart tracksuit, her dark curly hair left loose, her fair complexion showing a slight pink glow in her cheeks -- in anticipation, he liked to think. She carried a large sports bag containing her racquets and tennis gear. She smiled as she chatted to the young male receptionist, explaining that she was meeting someone, and he smiled back, appreciating her vivacity and femininity.
As the receptionist looked over in Jack's direction, he feigned nonchalance as he put down the magazine through which he had pretended to leaf and strolled over to gaze at Julia for the first time in the flesh. She was everything he had imagined her to be: not overly tall, rounded, and womanly. As they smiled shyly and shook hands, she covertly took in his appearance: tall, slim, brown hair, laughing eyes, ready smile.
They decided they would have their game first, and then meet for drinks in the lounge afterwards, so they dispersed to their respective changing rooms to change into their tennis gear. As Jack changed, he visualised what Julia would be doing now. He imagined her unzipping her track suit top, slowly, gradually revealing her lacy bra, through which her pink nipples showed, and which accentuated her ample cleavage. He then thought of her slowly peeling down the track suit trousers, revealing her tight panties which revealed her crotch. He imagined next her putting on her short tennis skirt, showing her smooth thighs, the material swinging to and fro as she walked, giving glimpses of her brief panties. As he visualised her t-shirt tightly covering her breasts, so that her nipples showed prominently through the lace of her bra, and her breasts jiggled through the shirt, he got a delicious feeling in his groin, and felt his cock begin to stir in anticipation. As he pulled on his pants and shorts, he realised he was hard already.
They met outside, and Julia looked gorgeous in her tennis gear. The skirt was even shorter than he had imagined, pretty indecent really, and she appeared not to notice. Her silk t-shirt was incredible in how it clung to her curves, and picked up every contour of her body, accentuating her rounded breasts, and the material clung beautifully around the points of her nipples. Jack felt his cock start to ooze pre-cum, and hoped it would not show too badly. Julia looked down for a moment, looked him straight in the eyes, smiled and turned to walk to the court.
They walked companionably to court 19, which was on the outer perimeter of the club grounds. They had booked neither umpire nor ball boys, not wishing any company on this occasion. Arriving at the court, they unlocked the gate, carried in their gear and started a knockabout. Jack was enjoying this tremendously, as the silk material shimmered over Julia's breasts as she went for each shot, and as she bent to sweep up a low forehand, her skirt was caught by the breeze, and he got a wonderful view of the smooth flesh of her hip, revealed by the high cut panties.
Every now and then the ball went out of play, and on one occasion Julia had to go to the far corner of the court to retrieve it, bending right over to pick it up, and showing her beautiful bottom, the panties barely covering her secret places at the back. This was nearly too much for Jack, and when she was not looking, he quickly reached down his shorts and adjusted his cock, which was getting uncomfortable in its confined space.
It was now Julia's turn to serve, and as she reached up to hit the ball, the front of her skirt lifted in the breeze, and Jack gasped as he saw the beautiful sight of her groin, mid brown curls clearly showing either side of the narrow strip of material covering her crotch. Oh boy, he felt hot! He just wanted to move that material aside and do everything to the delicious pinkness which would peep out from beneath the soft curls. He wanted to taste the juices which would be oozing from between the pink lips. He wanted to flick and caress the hard clitoris which would stand proud between the curls. He wanted to have her....
Jack wrenched his mind back to reality as the ball whizzed past him and hit the fencing behind. Slightly embarrassed at being caught in his reverie, he went to retrieve the ball, and returned to start his serve. He served a very high, long shot, which caused Julia to have to really stretch upwards, and as she leaped up to reach the shot, the skirt lifted, and this time he saw that the panties were somewhat displaced, and he nearly came in his pants right there when he caught a beautiful glimpse of her full pubic hair, and he was sure that her labia were swollen!
And so the match went on, both of them getting hotter and hotter, the silky material of Julia's shirt clinging to the damp flesh of her breasts, stomach and shoulders, Jack's shorts getting visibly damp as his huge throbbing erection leaked even more. At certain times when Jack went for backhand shots, the action pulled the material of his shorts tight against his erection, which Julia could see, and which made her pussy flow with her juices so that she could feel the wet friction every time she moved.
Eventually they decided to give up, as they had lost track of the match, and were too hot to play any more. Jack gallantly pronounced Julia the winner, and, in the parody of the Wimbledon finals, walked up to shake Julia's hand. As he did so he kept hold of her hand and pulled her close, looking into her eyes. They gazed at each other thus for a moment, she mutely giving him the confirmation that she wanted him.