Becky had never been into sport. But as she was in her early 40s it was time to try something new. Tennis had always been an interest for her husband Matt and gave her a chance to spend more time together.
Her husband Matt travelled for work constantly. Leaving tennis lessons mainly for her with the coach James. James was fun. Becky reckoned he was 10 years her junior. He had a boyish charm and all the girls flirted with him. He always made her laugh, particularly as he harassed her about her tennis shots, her job, kids or pets - basically any topic. Becky's husband Matt always said he was flirting with Becky but she just laughed it off. She was very lonely and liked the attention but she left it at that. At school Becky was never the popular or pretty girl, she was the smart, dependable and attentive student. As she got older she found that this meant people didn't notice her. Men who might be attracted to her often overlooked her. She continually felt like she was the only person in the world and had no one else.
She did have her kids and pets. She loved them unconditionally but they did not fulfil her. Her husband Matt was even more oblivious than James. She knew Matt loved her and she thinks she loved him. His first love was work and he travelled all the time. When he was home he cared about the kids and if Becky was free then he tried to get her into bed. Becky still had a sex drive but Matt had let himself go and she didn't find him attractive anymore. He was more needy than sexy. She was resigned to the fact that life was what is was and nothing exciting would happen.
Tennis nights were Thursdays. Becky's mom would come by to look after the kids so Becky and Matt could practice with James. As was usual Matt was travelling. Also, as was common, the night was wet. Becky hated it when it rained - it meant no tennis. James was also hopeless on communication - she never knew if it was going ahead. She went up to the local courts - a mere 5 minutes from her house to see if it was on. James was there - wearing multiple layers as was usual but also he was sodden. He had been caught in a few rain storms. He was however stoic and wanted to play tonight. The rain had stopped for now and she was keen for a hit around. The courts were wet and a bit slippery but nothing that would stop practice.
They started on ground strokes. Becky had finally mastered her forehand so James started to hit harder than usual. It was sweaty but fun. She enjoyed exercising and actually being good at something. She rarely got this feeling and James made it extra special - to have a good looking guy exclusively for her once a week made her feel more alive than any other part of the week. Although Matt joked that James liked her, deep down she really hoped he did. She wanted to feel like she was special to someone else, that she was desired, wanted, by someone for herself.
James hit a backhand shot a bit wide - Becky stretched but as she got the racket out to strike the ball her legs flayed and her ankle landed awkwardly. Her right foot went under itself - twisting. The pain was instant and intense. She yelped and fell over onto the wet court. Saturating her leggings. Great - sore ankle and soaked leggings - all in front of James. Perhaps less day dreaming and more focus would avoid her embarrassing herself!
James jogged over to check on her. How is the ankle he asked? Becky was still on the court on her butt. It's sore but ok. She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. He reached down and put his arm under her's - and said let's get up. He was strong - a lot stronger than what he slim physique showed. He asked if she could put pressure on it. She could but not too much. Just as he picked her up the rain returned. Great. Could this night get worse.
He helped her to the club house by the courts. There was a long couch that he gently lowered her onto. James grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and took her right shoe off. He sat on the couch and lifted the foot up to elevate and put the ice pack on it. As there was nowhere else to rest it he rested her foot on his thigh. Although she could still feel the pain of the ankle, lying back on the couch with her foot on his thigh made her feel nice.
"That was a spectacular fail" James joked - he had dimples when he smiled. "Thanks" I responded, "usually my husband is the klutz, I guess today it is me".
"It must be lonely with Matt travelling all the time" James asked, "How do you cope?"
"It is lonely" I responded. "I guess I kind of shut life and emotions out and just get by". It was sad but true. It was nice that someone was paying attention to me for once and how I felt. As I stretched out my foot I accidentally brushed up against his crotch. I could feel the outline slightly of James. This time it was James' turn for his face to turn red. He was blushing. "Are you ok James" I asked, being flirtatious myself. "Yep" his voice squeaked.
Just then a chill ran down my spine. I realised I was still soaking wet from the court and had a freezing ice pack on me. I started shaking. James' redness quickly turned to concern. "Are you ok? You might be in a state of shock" James asked. "You should probably get out of those wet clothes" he suggested. "I bet you'd like me to" I smiled weakly back. "No, I'm serious. There is a shower down the hall. I can help you down there then find you some track pants from the tennis team's kit bag."
James helped me down to the shower. My ankle wasn't feeling that bad and I could start putting weight on it ok. He opened the door and helped me in. "All yours" he said.
"Thanks, I won't be long" I replied. As he walked off I let out a long breathe. Matt had always joked about James liking and flirting with me. I think he might be right. James was quite embarrassed when I rubbed up against him and there was no doubt that he was turned on. I felt a boost of confidence and sexiness come through. It was nice to have that effect on someone. Matt often said men wanted me but I thought he was just winding me up. In the bedroom we sometimes joked around about other men - I knew it turned Matt on. One of his fantasies was for me to be with another man or more. I don't know why and it worried me as I couldn't see how our marriage could survive if I did anything with someone else. Matt however kept bringing it up - much to my annoyance. Now here I was, with James who clearly was turned on, me about to shower and no one else around.
I turned on the shower and let it run hot. I took off my top, sport bra, leggings and panties and felt the shower. The temperature was just right. I noticed my panties were slightly wet - James wasn't the only one getting tuned on. Bugger it I thought. Instead of locking the shower door I left it ajar. If James walked by he would see my silhouette. It tuned me on knowing that he could see me naked if he wanted to.
I started to lather myself down. I stopped feeling my ankle and started thinking about James. Everything was quiet and I wondered how long I had been in the shower for. Just then I heard the shower door open and felt a body slide in behind me. It was James. Nothing was said. But I could feel his body just behind me. My initial shock subsided into a feeling of sexiness. Here I was, alone, with a man behind me who wasn't my husband. I could feel him inching closer to me and I started to back up. His hands then gentle touched both my arms. I inched further back. My buttocks pushing back into him. I could feel his length next to my butt. It was long - a lot longer than Matt's. It started to firm up and grow. I felt unbelievable, powerful. A man 10 years my junior getting hard because of me. I could feel my nipples getting harder and myself getting wetter. "How does it feel" I asked? "Perfect" was all James could respond.
His hands moved down from my arms and pulled me closer into him. He let his fingers wander. Down my stomach, touching the top of my thighs and then around to where my pussy was getting warmer. His lips kissed my neck - very gently at first. But starting to build in intensity.
Just then I turned around and took his tongue into my mouth. I felt so alive. I placed my hand on his cock and started to rub it. The water kept running over both our bodies. He was hard, and big. I was getting wetter. I kept rubbing but I desperately wanted him in me. In one move his hands picked me up under my butt and lifted me up. I was suspended against the side wall of the shower. I grabbed his cock and guided it inside me. I didn't have a condom but I didn't care. I felt so alive. James started to thrust into me. He was longer and bigger than Matt and I was stretched. It felt like nothing I had before. His rhythm and size meant my clit was getting rubbed as he pushed himself in and out of me. I could feel my orgasm building and James' thrusting getting faster. Here was me, feet off the ground, legs wrapped around James' body which was more built and stronger than I had imagined. He was looking right at me. Inside me. Enjoying me. Building in intensity. It was just then that my orgasm hit. It was something had never experienced before - my body convulsed and I let out a massive groan. Then James returned the favour. I could feel his body shaking as he shot himself deep inside me. I simply didn't care - I wanted him in me. As James subsided he looked at me and apologise - "I'm sorry - I have wanted you so badly since I first saw you. You were amazing." "It's ok" I responded. I was thinking it was better than ok. Here I was, freshly fucked and feeling alive. I could feel him dripping out of me - I felt so sexy.
I turned the shower off and asked for a towel. James wrapped it around me and I smiled. I should probably get dressed.
"Do you have the tennis kit?" I asked. James looked blank and then remembered - "The kit!" He started to run off.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked. "What" he responded "Oh yes, clothes"! At times he wasn't the smartest.
James grabbed a towel and I got to see his upper body. He had strong arms, actual pecks and abs. Not bad I thought.
I can't believe what had just happened.
He left and came back with trackies and a white t-shirt. He started to watch me as I removed the towel - "Turn around" I said - "I am changing". It felt stupid but fun to say.
He blushed again. He looked cute whenever that happened. After I got dressed I collected my bag and racket. See you next Thursday night? "Yep" James squeaked.
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All week I couldn't stop thinking about the lesson. I got wet every time I thought about it. Matt was still away on his trip.
I thought I'd make the next lesson fun.
It always drove Matt wild when I shaved down below. I must admit I often got wet shaving. Knowing the effect I had on men doing so.
Thursday morning, I woke up. Got the kids to school and showered. As I trimmed myself I decided to go bald. I spent extra time being extra careful. I didn't want a nick.
After the shower I stood in front of the full length mirror naked. I always felt a bit embarrassed but I stared at my hairless pussy and body. Clearly James likes it I thought. Tonight should be fun.
