Guest of Honor: A Real Treat
After being asked to give a speech at the end of season tennis banquet at one of the local high schools I pondered what I would wear and what I would say to the young ladies on the team. Their coach had informed me that only the seven seniors would be attending the banquet along with her. I was nervous, the coach was gorgeous, in her early 40's, sexy and oh so irresistible. I wanted to be a success and wondered if the athletes who were going to be in attendance would be every bit as sexy as their coach.
After taking a shower and putting on a bit of make-up, I looked through my clothes searching for what to wear. I chose a black nylon stretch bra, one that allows my curves to be shown and gives support while still allowing for a subtle bounce with each step. The lace accents along the top of the bra made me feel sexy. I then put on a black thong, with lace accents, and a little black bow in the middle of the waist band. I giggled a bit as I looked in the mirror at myself. I loved the way I looked in black underwear.
I then went to the closet and chose to wear my sage two-piece suit. I first slipped on the skirt, slowly sliding it up and over my hips, zipping the zipper in back and adjusting it until it fit just right. the skirt stopped just short of my knees, professional, yet sexy. I then grabbed the matching double-breasted jacket. Slipping into it, fastening the buttons, and adjusting myself so that it looked just right. I then slipped on a pair of low heel pumps, and walked to my upright mirror to make certain I looked just right for the evening ahead.
I imagined what it would be like standing in front of the girls and their coach, not wanting to appear stupid, or boring to them. I was learning to deal with my fear of speaking in front of an audience and knew a room with a few young ladies shouldn't be a problem for me. I also found myself thinking about each of the athletes. I am bi-sexual, something I came to complete terms with my freshman year in the dorms on campus. These girls being seniors in high school, just three years younger than myself, would certainly be in the class of cute, but I wondered who was the prettiest.
As I drove to the banquet, I continued to hash out my speech, saying the usual things about being glad to be a the guest speaker, how much I enjoyed my days as a student athlete, the hard work put into it. All the basic things you hear during the coarse of a speech. I also thought about the girls, their coach, and how their eyes would be fixed to me the entire time I spoke. I felt both warm inside and a bit apprehensive.
When I arrived, I was immediately greeted by their coach, Bethany. She was gorgeous and dressed very formal, but sexy. She gave me a very nice tight hug and then thanked me for being on time. I then followed her into the room where the banquet was being held. I was the first to arrive and wondered where the girls were. She explained that she gave me an earlier time to arrive so that we could chat. As we talked she told me that each girl in attendance was a wonderful individual. Each having their own list of admirable characteristics that set themselves apart from the others. As she talked I couldn't help but notice the way she seemed to talk about them in a manner far more personal than that of just a coach.
I was about to ask her a very personal question on the matter when in walked the first girl. Immediately Bethany stood up and introduced me to her. Before me stood Lisa, brown hair, extremely physically fit, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her tone, firm legs. I shook her hand as she smiled and blushed a bit. She was very cute, wearing a black pullover jumper, with a white short-sleeve tee beneath it. She had a nice amount of leg showing and I could only imagine what she had on beneath her outer clothing. She was so pretty with her hair pulled down, and I tried not to be to obvious in my glimpses of her. As we chatted I learned she also ran track, which explained why her legs looked so lovely. I longed to touch her sweet, tender body. My mind was full of ideas for the two of us.
Next to arrive was Keisha, a mixed oriental, she was very petite, and very pretty. Her body was compact and she had jet black hair that ran down her back. I was mesmerized by her beauty and as I looked her over, checking out her wonderful features I was amazed at how turned on I was getting. I tried to get a hold of myself, but it wasn't easy for me to do. It didn't help that Keisha was wearing a blue stretch blouse, and that she had left the top three buttons un-done. I couldn't help but see her white lace bra beneath, and the cleavage from her wonderful little breasts. Her black skirt showed even more leg than Lisa's, causing a flame to shoot through my body and end between my legs.
As I chatted about tennis and volleyball with Keisha, my attention shifted to yet another sexy young lady. Jackie stood before me with brown hair, a swimmer, and was owner of the perfect body. I remember her type from junior high and high school. She was the girl everyone looked at in the showers. We all wanted to be just like her. She was so sexy, and she knew it. Her confidence exited her body in her every motion. As I shook her hand I looked her over closely. She wore a pink sleeveless turtleneck and a white short skirt. I could see a subtle glimpse of her panties beneath, making me long to rip her clothes right off of her. Her pink bra strap was sliding down her arm and as she lifted her hand each time to place it back beneath her top, her belly, and more importantly her naval showed. I had the sudden urge to sprint to the restroom and fiddle myself before I met any more of the girls but more kept arriving.