A private tennis club in an exclusive part of London. The tennis coach is me, Joe, and the following is one of many situations that happened regarding women who wanted more than tennis lessons. Having been to university, I was age 23, and became assistant coach at a posh tennis club.
I had been a tennis coach for about two months. Club members were beginning to ask for me specifically to give them lessons. Most were women of various ages. Some became clients, meaning they continued to ask for me to give them lessons. All the clients wanted to improve their tennis but about a third of the women also found it fun to flirt. However, the club rule was clear - no affairs with members which meant I was very careful not to initiate flirting, nor make any suggestion to go further. My rule was to wait to be invited to go further than just lessons.
One example was a married woman, age about 35, whose husband was a wealthy businessman. Mrs Bank (not her real name) was 5'5'' high when wearing tennis shoes, and she had long platinum-blond hair. A feature were her lovely legs, shapely from the dance studio she attended every week. She was very attractive.
We were having drinks in the Polo Bar after the tennis lesson. She said, ''Call me Caroline instead of Mrs Banks. I think we know each other a bit better, now that I've had my third lesson with you.''
''Of course. Your tennis is improving nicely.'' I thought back to the couple of remarks she had made on court, such as ''I love the colour of your legs, Joe. Are they a natural tan?'' And a few minutes afterwards, ''Can you show me how to hold my racket when playing a backhand. Can you get behind me?'' So I did stand behind her with my hand wrapped around her to demonstrate the swing. I had been careful not to let my chest touch her back but she pushed her bottom back to make contact with my groin.
Right now, sitting opposite Caroline in the Polo Bar, I knew she was testing the water. We were sitting in comfortable chairs, she on a sofa, me in an armchair. The way she sat caught my attention - the way she shoved her hips forward on the sofa while she leaned back against the cushions. Her white tennis skirt rode up her thighs, her legs angled for my benefit allowed a view between her legs.
I said, ''If you played more tennis you would also get a tan like me.'' It was one of those innocent remarks which she could take further if she wanted.
''You're right,'' Caroline said. ''I should play more. I find, though, the front of my legs can get slightly burnt.'' She hitched up a leg to stroke the shin with her hand but Caroline also spread her thighs a little to reveal white knickers. ''What do you think, Joe?''
''If I was your husband, I'd rub in special cream to help you tan all over.'' I thought my remark may have gone too far and I was all prepared for the conversation to be closed down.
Having edged her leg slightly wider, Caroline said, ''Perhaps you can call round to my home and you could show me which creams I should be putting on.''
When I was at university, my then girlfriend said I was attractive to women because I had a way of looking at them in the eye and sending a silent message that I liked them. Combined with a relaxed confident style and a good body shape, I was told I was handsome. I'm 5'10'', dark hair and eyes, fit, with nicely shaped legs. I also have a cock which is 7 inches when grown to full size.
To see Caroline privately, I had to alter a couple of booked tennis lessons and went to see her the next day, at 2 o'clock. Her home was a big three-story townhouse in Mayfair, a rich part of London. She walked me through to the kitchen and introduced me to a girl. ''This is Angel, our live-in child minder. She's French.'' Angel gave me a shy smile, we shook hands and she disappeared somewhere else in the house.
Caroline and me sat on bar stools alongside each other at the breakfast bar, an extension to the glitzy kitchen. She wore a loose sweater, off the shoulder to show her pink bra strap, a skirt and high heels. Soon the conversation steered to us. She said, ''If I take you to my bedroom will you show me which creams are best for my legs?''
''I may need to test them by rubbing them into your skin,'' I said. We both knew what I was doing there. Caroline wanted to be fucked. At that moment, her mobile rang, she took the call and strolled out of the kitchen signalling to me that she wouldn't take long.
I reckon Angel must have been in earshot of much of our conversation. She appeared with the excuse to get a glass of water. Angel was attractive, long dark hair, small at 5'3'' and good hips in her tight fitting jeans. I asked, ''How old are you, Angel?''
''18. I'm here for another 6 months to look after their baby.'' At first, she looked at me from the doorway but came closer. ''Are you here for the afternoon?'' I nodded. She asked, ''Are you going upstairs with Mrs Bank?'' I nodded. She bit her lower lip. ''I wish I could learn tennis.''
For some reason which I can't explain I said, ''I could teach you many things. You want to watch ... watch Caroline and I in her bedroom?'' Angel chewed her lower lip and nodded. I continued, ''Is there somewhere you can hide in the room? You'll need to be quiet. I won't give you away. It'll be our secret.''
Angel blushed and glanced out of the door in the direction Caroline had gone. ''Maybe,'' she said. ''Can you phone me afterwards?''
I pulled out my mobile and took her number. Angel left the room quickly because Caroline had finished her call. I stood and put my hand on Caroline's waist when she came back. We kissed for several minutes in silence until she murmured, ''I can't wait to have your hands creaming all over my legs.''
I was getting aroused. ''Maybe we should forget the cream. I want to explore the whole of your body.''
''You're going to be a naughty boy, Joe. Good!'' Caroline put her arms around my neck and we kissed more deeply. She must have felt my erection against her groin. ''Let's go upstairs,'' she said.
Her bedroom was one floor up, overlooking the back garden. A large double bed faced towards the windows. Along one wall there was a long line of built-in wardrobes with sliding glass panels. I wondered if Angel was hiding in one of those cupboards. I asked, ''Are we going to be private in here?''
''Of course!''
''What about Angel?''
''See's on the floor above us and she's not allowed in here.'' We were kissing again. Caroline had a delicate tongue which lightly fenced mine. Her hands were on my chest while I brought my hands up underneath her pullover to pull it over her head. Clearly she wanted to undress me first. My shirt came off and then her hands roamed over my suntanned abs. ''These are lovely,'' she said.
While Caroline caressed me and kissed my chest I glanced over to the wardrobes. I could tell by the opening of one of the sliding mirrors that one door was slightly open, sufficient to enable Angel to peek through the gap at Caroline and me. I closed my eyes and let Caroline move her fingers to my chinos. The rasp of my zip seemed loud, the trousers came off, leaving my boxers on, as she kneeled and discarded my shoes. I had deliberately not worn socks which I never do when there's a good chance of having sex.
I have to confess I began to think a lot about Angel. I didn't look her way but I wanted to make Angel desperate for sex with me. It was rather like voyeurism in reverse. Any normal onlooker would get aroused but I wanted Angel super-aroused. I said, ''Are you hungry for sex, Caroline? Isn't your husband interested in you?''
''He's always away.'' By this time Caroline was stripping down my boxers. ''Well, Joe ... look at this.'' I looked down at her, still dressed in her bra and skirt. She ogled my erection with it's prominent tip and two large balls. I find it's usually ok to let the woman do most of the work at the beginning, to let her set the pace. I'll take over shortly.
As the lady-of-the-house licked the head of my cock and concentrated on the feel of me, I looked over at Angel. I slightly adjusted my stance so that the young girl could get a perfect view. Caroline opened her mouth and slowly let my cock fill her mouth. I didn't think she was that experienced at giving head, so I gave her some instruction. ''Hold me at the base and use your other hand to cup my balls. Yeah ... that's it. Now ease my cock to the back of your throat. Get used to the length, Caroline. And now bring it out slowly. That's good.''
I was giving this guidance loud enough for Angel to hear because I figured she might also need some help. I wondered if Angel was a virgin. I had bought condoms but I much preferred to make love without protection if I was satisfied the woman didn't sleep around. I find women with multiple partners a big turn-off. Both the females in the room were relatively inexperienced, I was sure.
I stood still as Caroline worked on me. She had a nice rhythm. My cock was going further and further to the back of her throat. After a while, to show Angel what I might do to an 18 year old, I put my hand on the back of Caroline's head - she had long blond hair - and I told her to be still and look up at me. Her gorgeous eyes were filled with lust. ''Stay in this position, Caroline, while I fuck your mouth.'' I started slowly to move my hips, but about every 15 seconds I speeded up until I was steadily fucking in and out. The sound of saliva mixed with pre-cum filled the room.
I stopped and pulled her up to stand. We kissed. ''Let me take over,'' I whispered. ''I want to explore every part of your body.'' I turned her round, unclipped her bra and played with her breasts, circling her areolas surrounding her nipples but not touching her nipples yet. She moaned. Keeping my position behind her, I unzipped her skirt, she stepped out of it and I told her to shut her eyes. I knew she was in full view of Angel as I stroked down her tummy and over her pink, lace panties. They felt expensive as I yanked the material to tear open a hole, which made her jump. ''Close your eyes,'' I said again.
