Membership to the Kenneth Bent Hampton Hills Lawn Tennis Club is a much sought after prize for anyone who's anyone in the villages that surround it. Set in an idyllic area of Wiltshire between Bush Eaton and Bishops Caining it attracted a select group of Big City go-getters and their sycophantic followers.
Sadie Wood is a tall athletic brunette in her late thirties. As a teenager she was touted as a potential great in the tennis world, a champion in the making. But life took a different direction and life as a successful divorce lawyer took precedence.
In the plush wood panelled cafeteria of the clubhouse she sits playing with her long, silky, brown hair and laughing along at the
sexy, handsome and suave prick in front of her.
To her left sits a beautiful, petit blonde. The dying embers of a golden summer tan are still present and contrasting starkly behind her pale blonde locks. A little rouge in her cheeks as she timidly chuckles at the mans stupid jokes.
Portia Hunt may only be 23 but has already been married for nearly two years. She is under the guidance of Sadie at a firm solicitors in Bath; Hunt, Down and Crush divorce lawyers. She hopes to make it as Human Rights lawyer one day but feels she maybe stuck in this business, especially as her husband's father runs the firm.
Jason Stenhouse-O'Moore, 41, is holding court. Centre of attention. Just how it's always been. Fair Isle merino wool jumper tied loosely around his neck and shoulders. Thrusting his ample groin forward as if it was trying to escape his Ami Paris chinos (which in truth it was). His corse jokes about weak men and poor people (anyone earning less than 100k pa) seem to be working on the 'Totty' before him. He turns his attention back to the younger of the two.
"So.... you joined us this summer and so are the newest member of our little tennis club. Mrs Portia Hunt, welcome!" Jason flashes a set of bright white teeth and winks at the young lady. "It is, of course custom, a right of passage if you will, for me to compose a little Limerick for any Newbie."
Sadie interjected. "Beware Darling, this could turn rather vulgar."
Jason took a sip of coffee and looked thoughtfully into the middle distance.
Running his fingers through his short brown hair, he begins.
"There was a young player named Hunt,". As he began, a naughty smirk stretched across his lips. "Who performed a sensational stunt,".
He leaned forward onto the table and looked Portia in the eyes. "She stunned the umpire, shouting READY-AIM-FIRE!" His eyes sparkled as he prepared himself for the final line.
Portia giggled and squirmed, Sadie leaned in and grabbed her hand.
"Shooting tennis balls out of her c... Colin!"
At that moment Colin Hunt, chinless wonder, 'coldsplurt' (as opposed to 'hotshot') lawyer and most unbelievably of all, Portia's husband, entered the room.
"Guys!" He declared with his plummy-goofy voice. "I saw your cars on the car park. What are you doing here?"
Jason's heart fell. This wasn't part of his wicked plan. This pathetic specimen in front of him was supposed to be at the golf club all day.
"Darling, I thought you were shopping today." His awkward frame settling into a chair beside her.
Portia tensed up slightly. Although she wasn't aware of the true reasoning behind Sadie bringing her to the club, she still felt guilty that she wasn't where she'd told Colin she would be.
" Er, well.. yes, erm Sadie.." Portia stumbled and blustered before Sadie jumped to her aid.
"My fault, mine entirely." she said. "Had, er, had a few things to finish here." She stammered. "With Jason." Sadie flashed a desperate glance towards Jason.
Jason and Sadie had been planning this for weeks. They both desired Portia. How could such a beautiful, sweet girl put up with this 'Upper Class Twit of the Year'. They planned to seduce her and give her what she needed. Jason walked over to Colin and put his arm around his shoulders.
"Admin, old chap, end of season accounts.... boring stuff and nonsense, you know how it is." This wasn't a total lie from Jason and he had told his wife the same thing yesterday, so he was sticking with the story.
"Oh, I see." said a bewildered Colin. "But why did you nag Sweet Po to go shopping?" He says turning to Sadie. The phrase 'Sweet Po' always made Portia wince.
"Well," Sadie starts to feel the cogs turning in her head. As a senior in a law firm she should be able to think on the spot, especially when up against a halfwit. "As I already stated," maybe reign it in a bit. "As I said, I remembered I had things to do here."
"But you asked me to bring my kit" Portia's innocence threatened the horny duos plan.
"Well, obviously!... " Sadie didn't know what she was going to say next.
Jason jumped in "Obviously, it's a great chance to work on your service, Portia. It's all that's keeping you down the county rankings."
"They have a good point, Darling!" Colin throws a lifeline to the pair. "I keep telling you how good you could be."
"Oh, well, gosh, yes I guess you're right." Portia says.
"So, Colin, old boy, we don't need to keep you do we. Busy day at the Golf club isn't it? Bobby Summers will be waiting for you." Jason starts edging Colin towards the door. "We'll keep an eye on your Good Lady, don't worry about that."
"Well, I suppose.." The weak-willed Colin gave in easily. "If Sadie 'Ace' Wood can't help then who can, ha-ha!"
"Ha-ha. Exactly!" Jason all but shoves Colin out of the door.
"And you, beating that Murray chap, of course." Colin wasn't going to go easily.
"Yes, yes... Bye Colin" Jason would usually elaborate on the story, embellishing every moment. The truth is that he thrashed a 14 year old Jamie Murray 6-0 in a 2nd round of an amateur national championship. Jamie was the youngest in the competition by over 3 years.
"Twat!" Jason muttered under his breath as he gave a wave and a smile to make sure Colin definitely went.
When he returned to the women, Portia had picked up her bag and was on her way to the changing rooms.
Jason watched her with pure lust, he wanted her, and not just for now. Her cerise blouse clung to her shapely upper body, her perfect bottom covered, just, by a charcoal-grey mini. The sheen from her nude tights or (fingers crossed) stockings stirred his huge cock into life.
"She'll be yours soon!" Sadie's voice brought him back from his thoughts.
Something in Sadie died when Jason told her about how he felt about Portia. She'd been sleeping with or, if she was being honest, being shagged by Jason for a couple of years now. It was fantastic, forceful, ferocious fucking! But he was still an arsehole!
"Well, I'll let you get her worked up." he replied. "You're sure she wants you? Aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes..." Sadie sounded a little uncertain. "I think I could have had her at the Christmas party last year, if it wasn't for that pin-pricked husband of hers." she soon sounded a little more confident.
"Let's do some work, that 'pin-pricked husband' will have Ken check up on us." Jason knew that they still would have a few hours to play with even with the delay of doing the accounts.
Portia was almost stripped, she rolled her second stocking off and, after stretching it back out, rolled it up and put it in her bag.
She sat on the wooden bench of the changing room for a few moments, just thinking.
Thinking of the future. Could she make it as a Human Rights lawyer? She felt confident that she had what it took. She'd need to take further courses maybe more years at University.
University. She thought of her past. Two years at University had whizzed by. Fun, fun, fun.
However, Portia was never going to get herself a reputation. She turned down a lot of advances. It took over a year before she succumbed to male attention. A very handsome man she'd met on a night out.
After a few dates, the charming Gavin, finally managed to seduce Portia and took her to his bed.
Portia experienced sexual pleasure for the first time in her life with Gavin. First time with a man, that is.
Before that she experienced something else, a thrill like nothing else. Certainly nothing before and (even with Gavin) nothing since.
Her mind drifted to the present. A loveless marriage. Loveless from her direction at least. But to end it could end her career and her hopes and dreams.
Her parents had encouraged the relationship. Secure future, a big house to raise a family, "That's what's important!" they told her.
Colin wants CHILDREN. SOON! He is 20 years her senior.
How did she get here?
Portia puts on a pair of ice-white sports socks and then stands and steps into a pair of very tight, white shorts.
Her mind takes her back. Back to Sacha, an Eastern-European girl. Romanian? Portia feels a bit ignorant for a moment. She should remember really.
Sacha was Portia's roommate for the first year of her studies and they became Close. Very close! Flirting jokingly to begin with it soon became apparent that there was something more to it.
Eventually, one night, sitting in their pyjamas on Portias bed, drinking brandy, the dark haired olive skinned beauty lent in for a kiss. Portia was shocked to begin with and pulled back, but only for a second. THE tingle that ran through her body made her move in for more.
Slowly they undressed one another, caressing and kissing each others necks, breasts and stomachs.
After a while, Sacha motioned for Portia to lay down. Sacha snuggled in next to her and, continuing to kiss Portia, slipped her hand down into her pants....
Her tenderness of touch....
Her soft lips...
That kiss!
Portia snapped herself out of it and removed her hand from her shorts. It was time to focus on her tennis.
In a small office room of the old club house building, Jason is punching numbers into a computer keyboard. The glow from the screen lights up a puzzled face that's struggling to focus on the job in hand.
Struggling mainly because of the soft, warm lips and mouth covering the top half of his cock and the cold hands covering the lower half and playing with his balls.
"I REALLY need your help Sayds!" Jason sounded agitated.
Sadie lifts her head and slides awkwardly back to peer over the desk. "I thought I was helping honey." Sadie stuck her lower lip out in a mock pout.
"Look, you can do that anytime, you know that." Jason attempts to tuck himself back in but being fully erect and in a seated position makes it impossible.
"Numbers aren't my thing. I break men's balls for a living. I have clever secretarys and understudys to do the costs." Sadie whined.
"I just want you to read them out so I can get on with the number crunching." Jason reasoned. "Plus, you need to go and get Portia 'warmed up'"
"She'll be warmed up." said Sadie. "She's in the Indoor court anyway."
"You know what I mean." Jason was getting irritable.
The Indoor court was under a year old. A huge investment for what was a small exclusive club, but with people like Jason calling the shots, big and brash was always going to win out.
Portia had a couple of bags of balls with her as she stood at one end of the court. He first few serves had been rusty, including a few into the net.
Her marriage and life with Colin was playing on her mind during those first few shots. Disappointment, hopelessness and guilt! That was life with Colin. The first two are obvious when you're married to such a pathetic man.
