We were lucky on that Friday. In lot's of ways. We knew, while we were on the road, that we were lucky with the weather. Although it was late in the summer, it was a warm day, and with the high cloud about, it would stay warm into the evening, but without getting too hot. Though perhaps, "too hot" was what we had in mind in other respects.
I had finished work early, and picked Tanya up at home, even before school had finished. The grandparents were going pick our kids up for a sleep over, and we were sneaking away for a break for the night. We were going to spend the night at a small country resort a hundred miles or so from town, in a beautiful valley with a river, bush and farmland around it. We had seen it several times as we drove past, and promised ourselves that one day, we would visit there.
The web site had said that there was a tennis court, so we had left early enough to get a game of tennis in. Tanya was going to fulfill a long time fantasy of ours, and maybe, we might get a little of fun later in the night since there was a sauna and spa there.
Once we were checked in, and had all our gear in our room, I checked the room out. It had a great shower - easily big enough for 2 people. Good. And I liked the view out the window. Well, in the window actually. Outside and down a level was the pool. There was a set of table and chairs on the far side of the pool, all looking towards the pool, and also our room. This is a good setup, we can leave the curtains open and easily control how much we are seen, yet look like it's accidental not deliberate. I recall at one hotel, watching 2 girls getting quite intimate with each other in exactly this set up. And I never figured out whether they were deliberate or not - not that my work colleague or I minded.
It didn't take Tanya long to change for tennis. Clothes off, tennis outfit and cap and shoes on. She smirked at me, and sat on the bed naked while she put her shoes on first. No one was at the pool, so no one could see, but she was still making a statement. I love it when she's in this mood; interesting things happen.
Tanya hasn't quite got the same awesome hard body as when we were first married. Having children will do that. But now, she's rounded out nicely, she's still fit, and men (particularly me) still enjoy looking at her a great deal. And I was certainly enjoying her now. For her tennis outfit, all she was wearing was a sports bra and a tennis skirt. The sports bra was a halter type, but if you looked closely, it was clearly a bra, not a halter-top. And under the skirt - a very short tennis skirt - she was wearing nothing at all.
There's a classic photo of a girl playing tennis, lifting her skirt from behind, and she has no knickers on. Well, we'd never done that, though we had often talked about it. And now was our opportunity. But with this skirt, it was going to be front and back views every serve. I was worried that she'd picked a skirt that was too short, and that we wouldn't actually play tennis, especially if there was any one else around.
To get to the tennis court, we had to go down the back stairs, and out past the pool, through some gardens, and then to the courts, which were partially visible from the road. Half way down the stairs, I turned, put my hand between her legs, and kissed her. "You are sooo hot" I breathed into her ear. She pulled her head back and pushed on my hand, and said "down boy". Then she kissed me hard for a short time, and pushed me away.
"We've got a long night, boy, be patient" she laughed, pushed past me, pulled the back of her skirt up, blew me a kiss, and then ran out the door. I chased her out the door, to find her running for the courts. This is a signal - we have a race on. So I chased. Her skirt was just giving interesting glimpses, and I could tell that I wasn't going to catch her before the gate to the court.
"Gotcha" she said.
"Yeah right", I said, "I'm sure there was some form of cheating there".
She laughed, and said, "well, I'm taking the far end, I don't want anyone sneaking through the gate without me knowing". I looked quickly around. Yes, perhaps it was best; there was little warning when someone came to the gate. I tossed her racquet to her, and off she want.
The court was a hard court. This was good - lot's of high balls, hard serves, high skirt views. For all that she was wearing that outfit, this was going to be a hard game. I'm not that good at tennis, and though I'm faster and hit the ball harder, she has better skills, and generally she beats me.
She served first. And she aced me. It really was going to take some settling down to watch the ball, not the skirt. I realised when she served that she'd actually shaved down there. Usually she just kept it short, but she'd shaved all but a racing strip. I hadn't spotted this in the room. Probably she had worked hard to not give me a clear view without alerting me. Tricky.
"Ahh, been busy down there?" I called out.
She smirked, "oh, you've noticed? You never comment when I have a hairdo".
Smarty pants. Or smarty no-pants. I had to beat her. By the 3rd game I had settled down, and for the 4th, it looked like I might even hold my serve. Now time for a one of our tennis rituals. Every 4 games, we meet at the net for a kiss. And in this case, for me, a little bit of a feel as well. And oh, was she wet. "Enjoying this, then?", I asked.
"Yeah", she said, "I'm winning. And If I win by more than one break, I'll have your shorts".
"No chance". Though it would be interesting - the shorts I am wearing have an inner liner, so that's all I'm wearing - other than my cap and shoes.
I like the way that freshly clipped pussy hair feels. But back to the game. And at 4-2, 30 love up, I smelt a prospect for a break back. She was about to serve when she lowered her racquet. I heard a voice behind me, and another couple walked through the gate.
Hmm. What now?
They were a little younger than us - mid 20's maybe. They were wearing proper tennis gear, unlike us, though they were both attractive and she had a short skirt. "Hi" I said. "Hi", they both said. And walked to the next court. Just as I was turning back to face Tanya, the girl leaned forward and showed her tennis knickers - quite see through ones. I turned back and said, "ok, serve".
Tanya was clearly a little unsettled. She served very badly - slowly. No skirt view. I slammed the ball back past her. The next point went the same, and I had my break back. But this wasn't what I wanted. I walked to the net. She came up, and I said, "so, what now?"
"I don't know", she said. "Do you think they'll get offended if I keep playing like this?"
"Well, I don't want to stop", I said.
"I've got me a thong in my racquet cover - may be I should put that on".
I don't think so. "No, I'm going to beat you. I don't think they'll mind".
"You hope. Pervert".
"And you love it", I said, "Dare you to play on. If you win playing like that, you can tell me what to wear for rest of the night". She's never been able to resist that - that's why I don't offer her that very often. Though of course, she always tells me what to wear. Or what not to wear, more often.
"well, you better be ready", she said. By this time, the other couple were on court. The girl had taken the same end as Tanya, and the guy was at my end. They were stretching, and probably watching us to see how we were playing - subtly, of course.
I served. As close and high to her body as I could. She had to jump backwards, and that gave a very nice skirt view indeed. And I checked - both of them had seen it. Her return went long. The guy on the court next me said, "nice scenery here".
"Yep" I said, "I like it"
