"So, what are your plans this afternoon while I am in my meeting?" you ask as I watch you putting on the tie I gave you.
"Actually, there are some gorgeous tennis courts so I am going to rent a racket and have a lesson."
You stop, mid "rabbit-around-the-tree" and look over at me with a very amusing look.
"Really, didn't know you played?"
"I do and you never asked." I smile. "I played on my junior and senior first doubles team. I was pretty good, too." I stand and slip between the hotel marble top sink and your body; straightening your tie.
"I bet you were but in my younger days, I would have waxed your ass on the court." You don't find my smug little laugh at all entertaining but you know I am teasing you.
My voice a whisper, "You can still wax my ass honey, just not on the court anymore."
Our gaze meets and there is an instant exchange of flamed heat at my statement. We stare at each other. Teasing. Defiant. Dominant. Daring each other. "Did I ever mention how much I love you in a tie?" my voice teasing.
"No, I don't think you have."
"Well then, no reason to start now." Winking, I brush the tip of my nose to yours.
I slip past you only to get a smack on the ass as I leave the bathroom. I grab my gear to head out the room, "See you for dinner at 7 pm, right?"
"Sharp, don't be late."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Have a good time!" I leave the room smiling and head to the courts.
It's around four and I figure I have plenty of time. Your meeting was later than expected so we made reservations for a late dinner. It was supposed to be a short trip for you but when you emailed and asked if I might be able to join you, I jumped at the chance for a little "R&R". And when I read about the hotel, I just couldn't resist and you decided to stay an extra day.
Giving new meaning to 5 stars, the accommodations were spectacular. Everything, anyone could ask for with impeccable first class service. Between the pool, spa, tennis courts and golf course I didn't know what to do first.
It had been a fabulous day. A golf lesson in the morning then lunch by the waterfall pool and then the spa. I was feeling almost guilty that you were working so hard in all those boring meetings...yawn! My last pleasure of the day was going for a round of tennis at the courts.
I had seen the instructor earlier and he was model perfect so I couldn't resist, if only to admire from afar. My true interests may lie solely with you but that didn't mean I didn't know another great ass when I saw one.
It felt great to get out on the clay. The sun was warm but not hot. A cool breeze came off the nearby shore. I knew the moment I met Alex, the tennis pro, that he would probably be more interested in you than me but he was easy on the eyes, fun to chat with and an excellent coach.
The lesson was winding down and we decided to play a friendly game. It was then that you came looking for me. I hadn't even notice you take a seat on my side of the court.
My outfit caught your eye. The pink tank hugged my tits and the short white tennis skirt showed off my legs.
You smiled at seeing my pink Yankees cap; hair pulled through the back. At least I looked like I could play and you knew my motto, it's not how you play the game but how you look while playing it.
It surprised you how young I looked and if you could admit it, that turned you on.
Watching me serve, you are again surprised that I play well but what really grab your attention was how my skirt flew up just enough to offer a tantalizing view of the rounded curves of my heart shaped ass.
Your cock was getting hard, thinking about getting under that skirt and knowing in a few hours, you no doubt would. Hearing me laugh, you are shaken from your little fantasy to look up and see me at the net chatting with the instructor. I turn to see you just then as he points in your direction.
I wave and turn back to shake Alex's hand, thanking him for the lesson and game. He leaves as I turn to walk towards you. I notice your tie is undone as well as the top button of your cobalt blue shirt. The sleeves rolled up, you can't begin to know how sexy it makes you look.
When I am close to you, although I can't see those baby blues behind the sunglasses I can feel you looking at my legs. I smile and stop right before you putting my racket behind me and looking down at you.
"How long were you watching?"
"Long enough," you reach out to flip up my skirt, "what are you wearing under there?"
I playfully smack your hand away. "Naughty boy, someone might see you!" I walk to the locker room entrance, hearing you behind me.
My hands on the door, I turn back saying, "Wouldn't you like to know." I see you look around and notice that the place is all but empty. Your hand reaches past me to push the door open. Your other hand goes to my waist.
"I plan on finding out." And you flash me a devastating smile.
I start to giggle. "You can't come in here; it's the girl's locker room." I turn to face you, my hand on your chest playfully holding you back.
"Nobody's here."
I am walking backwards but looking to find my locker. It's in a very small secluded area of the richly appointed room. Dark woods and brass fixtures adorn almost ever surface.
When I find my locker, I push you against it. I can smell Grey Flannel and my hesitation vanishes. Before you can think, you feel the slide of my thumb across your bottom lip. Instinctively, your lips part and your tongue licks out, enticing me inside.
You watch me...watching you, suck my thumb. Slowly. Deliberately. Hungrily. I slide out of your mouth and trail wetness across your jaw and down your throat, my hand curling around the back. You toss your sunglasses to the floor.
"You want me, don't you?" my tone commanding and rhetorical.
Your breathless 'yes' is not enough. I wedge your thigh between my legs; straddling you, then press downward grinding my already dripping wet pussy against you. The lace edged boy shorts doing nothing to lessen the physical onslaught of your body against me.
Your free hand pulls my thigh higher up and around you. I gasp not even realizing how quickly you can take me higher. My hand stills at your throat roughly pulling your head to the side exposing inches of silky neck and that spot of creamy skin at the base of your throat that drives me nuts. The caress of my sweet breath mingled with the skillful tip of my tongue almost has you begging.
You know by now, it's your voice and words that do me in, "Say it. Say you want me."
"I want you," my voice a delicious purr.
"Say please."
Both slightly drunk at the naughty thought of being caught, I grab your belt and pull you towards me as I sit on one of the benches. Looking up at you, I stroke my hand up your hard cock through your trousers.
Quickly undoing your belt, I look up at you with my big brown eyes and whisper, "Pretty please?"
You pull off my hat and my hair falls down around my face. Grabbing a fistful and pulling backwards you force me to look at you, "That's better baby."
I slowly drag the zipper down, the grating sound filling the quiet room. Reaching inside I expose your perfect cock. A groan escapes my lips at seeing 'him' set free. "Mmmm, I missed you, baby."
