A friend of ours asked us to house-sit his house. Next to his garage was a racquetball court. It took us a few days to get out to the court as we found some 'other' pleasurable things to be do, but eventually we decided to try it out have some fun, and work up a sweat.
There are rackets that we can borrow so we go out to the court. We start just hitting it back and forth. While you haven't played in a long time, it's obvious that you've played before and make some nice shots. Eventually you ask if we should play a game. 'What are the stakes?' I ask.
'What would you like?' you ask very sexily.
My mind starts to whir and I say the loser - loses his or her shirt. You smile and say 'who knows where it will lead! You're on.' We decide to play to 11. You serve first and your first shot is right down the line and I can't even get my racket on it. Your point. Oh-oh! It's going to be a match. Eventually I get the serve and score a few points and lead 6-3.
On my next serve you hit the ball so it bounces about 2 inches off the front wall. You take the next point. 6-4. I then get on a little roll and get the next five points ending the game. You walk up to me kiss me on the lips and say OK take your prize. I pull your shirt over your head and kiss your neck and exposed shoulders, down towards your chest. As I start to reach up towards your bra, you push me away and say that's the next game. You suggest your bra for my tee shirt. I say lets go.
The next game is much closer. The lead is going back and forth and I'm having a little trouble concentrating on the game. You look so good in your shorts and bra. At 10-10 I realize that if I win the next point I get to see your naked breasts. While we have just spent the past two days being naked 90% of the time I am still excited by the prospect and bear down and win the final point.
I walk over to you and wipe the sweat off your forehead. You say, 'you win again.' 'Now I get to see my Two prizes', I reply! I remove your bra and replace your cups with my hands over your breasts - massaging them. I get erect and have to adjust myself so my prick doesn't break in half. You wrap your arms around me and we hold each other for a while, with our tongues in each other's mouths.
When we come up for air, you ask for the next bet. I'm surprised that you want to play another but your really getting into it. I say OK this time it's your shorts for my tee shirt. You agree and start the next game with two points in a row. I get the serve back but don't score a point. You line up for the next serve, and I'm watching your breasts hang down and sway back and forth, your nipple is hard, and the next thing I know is that you've got two more points and lead 4-0. I think OK I've got to get my mind back on the game.
I get the serve back and score three points, but then you make a couple of great shots, you talk about getting lucky but I know it's more than that. It's now 7-3. You turn and smile at me and shake your boobies a little and are able to get the next 4 points. You won. I complain, a little, that you distracted me. Well you certainly did but you also played great. You pull off my tee shirt and rub your hands over my chest and then tweak my nipple. You then say shorts for shorts? I agree and we keep going.
I realize that I have to concentrate if I want to win. But with your breasts exposed and swaying as you run around the court I'm having a HARD time. The game goes back and forth and I finally put together a run and win 11-8. This time you walk over to me and I kneel down in front of you. I pull your shorts down over your bum and down in front and you are wearing the softest, silkiest, white panties I have ever seen or felt.
I start to rub my face on the front and you grab my head and hold it tight to you. My hands are massaging your butt and as I slide them under your panties, you pull away and say OK let's go shorts for panties. I'm getting tired but your still rearing to go.