Joan is forty one, I'm twenty three and we are tennis partners. We play tennis at her club every Friday morning at ten. She's been a member of the club for years and I'm her guest. In the beginning that's all we did was play tennis and have lunch together. We met at an award ceremony where a mutual friend of ours was receiving an award for charity work she had done.
After being introduced we found we had a lot in common, particularly tennis. Joan is married to a fifty-six year old man who doesn't treat her very well and their marriage is somewhat on the rocks. They pretty much live separate lives. She stays with him because he's wealthy and she gets to do the things she enjoys and spend his money. My husband is older as well and he has me doing things I'm sure other wives would think is outrageous but that's a topic for another story and another time.
Anyway, we started seeing each other socially and became good friends. She's a very straight forward and very dominate kind of person. She is definitely the type to take charge of a situation whereas I am the complete opposite. I guess I would be considered by most females, a submissive wife. I have been an unassuming person all my life. I was often taken advantage of during my high school years, which is also another story for another time. My name is Alexa by the way.
When we play tennis, I retrieve the balls, make sure she has enough water and take care of perspiration on her face and forehead when she needs it. She says she loves it when I run around the court in my tennis outfit. I try to give her little flirtatious poses by bending over in slow motion and look back to see her smiling. I am happy to attend to her needs.
Not long ago, after our match was over we headed to the locker room as we usually did to shower and change. I was a bit surprised when she stood beside me fully clothed as I undressed. Standing before her completely naked she looked me over. I am not the fittest person by any means, somewhat plump I would say. I began to blush as she looked at me not saying a word.
After several minutes, she ordered, "Turn around I want to see you from behind."
Nervously I turned around and all I heard was, "Hmmm, now bend over and spread your legs."
I quickly turned around, "Why would I do that?"
She replied, "Just do it, I want to see something."
Trusting her, I did as she instructed. When I was in position, she took her hand and placed it between my legs, placing her fingers between the folds of my vagina.
"Just as I suspected, you naughty girl, you're very wet!" As she slipped a finger inside me and I let out a gasp.
I began to pull away, "Don't move," she commanded.
So I remained in the position and she inserted a second finger causing me to squirm even more.
She held them there for approximately a minute and removed them. I turned around with my blushing red face and watched her disrobe.
When she was completely undressed she said, "I want you to feel my pussy now and see if I am as wet as you are."
I looked at her in disbelief as she nodded, "Go ahead!"
She parted her legs and I placed my fingers between her folds and touched what felt like a small penis, she had an enormous clit. As I moved passed it, I could feel she was extremely wet as well.
Having never felt a clit the size of hers, I moved my fingers back to it. It was so large it stuck out between my fingers. I found myself so mesmerized by its enormity that I kept fondling it, gently squeezing it between my index and middle fingers.
As I did she began to moan saying, "Good girl, that's it, caress it, feel it get larger."
