As the refreshing water cascaded down the blonde's beautiful body, she ran through the days events in her mind: after her shower she would grab a quick breakfast, throw on her tennis outfit, and straighten up the house a bit. Next, she would meet Chris for a quick bite during his lunch hour at the new Chinese restaurant in town. That would provide her with a couple more hours to get some of her errands done – some grocery shopping and picking up Chris's dry cleaning. Early in the afternoon she had her new Tybo class. She had just started this class, and could already feel the burn in her thighs & butt from the exercising. Finally, she would run over to the park to meet Chris for their afternoon/evening tennis date.
Cheryl finished up in the shower, spraying the remaining hairs down the drain to hide the evidence of her actions. Next she shut off the water, stepped out onto her bath towel, and proceeded drying off. As she gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, her bald mound immediately caught her attention. As she began rubbing lotion all over her body, those familiar twitches were coming back. She gently squeezed her hardening nipples, and realized if she didn't get moving she was going to take care of this itch all by herself today!
"Nope, gotta save it for my He-Man!" said Cheryl to herself as she picked up her bra & started to put it on. "Hmmm..." she mused to herself. She returned the bra and her panties to her dresser drawer, and also changed out her more conservative tennis outfit for the most sexy and revealing one she had. It wasn't overly risqué, but the skirt was a tad above mid-thigh, and the shirt was pretty much her only one (that she wore to play tennis anyway) that showed a bit of cleavage.
Cheryl grinned an evil grin at herself in the mirror. If she bent over just right Chris would be gawking at tits & ass all afternoon long! And that was just her intention!
"Tennis is going to be a little different tonight," said Cheryl out loud to the reflection in the mirror.
Both Chris and Cheryl loved to take in a few sets of Tennis to break up the otherwise tedious workweek. It was an excellent stress reliever for both of them. Each of them was somewhere between moderately good to good. Cheryl never really told Chris, but often she held back a bit when she was playing him. She could probably beat him eight out of ten times, but being a good wife, she did her best to maintain Chris's male ego. Sometimes they would make it fun by making little bets – usually ones that involved some kind of sexual favor in the bedroom. Ironically enough, Cheryl never seemed to Lose at these times...
