As Sarah entered the house, fairly exhausted from her first tennis lesson at the racquet club, she casually tossed the keys to her Mini on the center island in the kitchen. She was unfazed by the fact she was alone again...because she was always alone. Her husband, Tom, was ALWAYS in a meeting, at a conference, or playing golf with his clients. Their marriage bore more of a resemblance to two roommates than it did to two spouses.
Heading up the stairs to grab a shower, she realized that she didn't care. She was thinking about her tennis instructor, Steven. She had just finished her first lesson with him and, while he wasn't the ONLY reason for her sudden desire in tennis, she didn't deny he WAS the primary one. Sarah had decided, some time back, to partake in some hobbies to pass the alone time she had, alone time that had been much more frequent over the past year or two. Janet, her best friend, had suggested tennis lessons at their club...because, she said with a wink in her eye, the new tennis instructor there was simply eye candy.
As Sarah removed her sweaty clothing and turned the water on in the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror. "You're still an attractive woman at 47," she thought to herself as she took the scrunchie out of her hair, leaving herself completely naked. She admired her medium sized breasts and tanned legs before stepping into the shower, letting the water cascade over her.
Was she actually contemplating seducing her tennis instructor? Was she really going to pursue an affair with this guy who was probably ten years her junior? All she knew was that she still had needs that her trusty vibrator could not fill...and she couldn't get her mind off this gorgeous specimen of a man. She adjusted the nozzle to emit pulsing jets of warm water and leaned back against the far wall of the shower. Sarah had never had an affair...but her sexual urges were coaxing her on, conjuring up fantasies in her mind. As her alone time became more and more frequent, her desires and physical needs were overwhelming her timidity. And then...along came Steven.
As she closed her eyes, she reached between her legs, finding her clean-shaven pussy, and parted the little pink lips. Moving her body slightly, the rapidly pulsing water took aim at her exposed clit, making her toes curl. As her right hand strummed up and down over the swollen hood, the water obediently beating against her sex, Sarah imagined Steven, her Greek god of a tennis instructor, on his knees in the shower before her. His hands on her ass cheeks, he was doing things with his tongue that the water could not do. Sarah opened her eyes and slid one, then two fingers of her left hand deep up her hot tunnel while her right hand still twiddled back and forth over her now rock-hard clit. As her breath shortened and her orgasm hit her hard, her legs weakened and she slid to the floor in the shower.
And, in that moment, she knew she must have Steven. And she started formulating her plan of seduction. What should she do? How to go about it? She could not think up a plan. She will just have to wing it.
The next Sunday, Sarah has her second lesson scheduled with Steven at noon. She woke up considering which tennis outfit to wear. The one piece dress white with blue piping is what she thought made her figure look the best. What assets would interest Steven? Tits or Ass? Having no idea, she picked tits. She has nice tits and her nipples are constantly erect; all her life she has caught guys looking at them. Today she put on an exercise bra that does not have any filling to conceal her nipples through the tennis dress. Hoping to catch Steven's attention, she looked in the mirror and ran her hands over her body, checking herself out. She stopped at her breasts, pinched her nipples, and felt the familiar twinge of excitement. Her pussy started to get moist. "No time to play with pussy, now," she thinks, but hoped that maybe the wetness between her lips will draw some attention soon. She smiled, grabbed her keys and headed out to see Steven for her lesson.
When she arrived, Steven was on the court playing tennis with an old man from the club. Steven moved nicely, enjoying the game. His body looked strong and well-toned. He just won the match, and when he saw her, he smiled and waved at her to come onto the court. He gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She could smell him and liked his manly scent. Not wanting to leave his side she let his hand stay around her waist. The he dropped his hand and smacked her ass, saying innocently, "Now it is time to practice."
That smack did nothing to improve her game just made her pussy get even wetter! An hour later after drills and volley's Sarah was physically hot and tired but her desire was getting out of control. She thanked Steven for the lesson and asked if he wanted to grab lunch. He said yes! "But," he said, "let me have a shower, I'll be a more attractive companion. I'll meet you on the patio for lunch in 20 minutes."
