Heather stood in front of her bathroom mirror and smiled at herself. "Not bad," she thought. Her blonde hair was still thick and shiny and she was still able to put it in a ponytail without looking like she was trying too hard. She looked quite cute in her tennis outfit and as she leaned over to tie up her running shoes, she smiled as her soft round breasts pressed against her top. She grabbed her racket and house keys and made her way down the street toward the tennis courts.
She had lived in Winterwood Village for over five years and loved it. It was a gated community and had all the amenities that were important to her. There was a tennis court with a cute tennis coach named Jason. The pool and fitness center was the best in the area and Mark, the lifeguard, was very cute in his black swim shorts. Heather waved to her neighbors as she entered the tennis courts. Jason was waiting for her and she couldn't help but stare at him. She knew from chatting with him that he had graduated from college last year and since the only thing he really loved to do was teach and play tennis, he was ecstatic to get this full time job.
"Hi Jason." Heather walked up to him and kissed his cheek. He was almost twenty years younger then her, but he still reacted to her body. She glanced down and could see his member pressed against his tennis shorts.
"You ready to get beat?"
"Yeah right!"
Heather and Jason began their set. Jason was amazing at tennis, but after coaching Heather once a week all spring, she was almost on equal footing with him. Now that it was summer, they played once a week. Both of them were sweating and after three sets he had won. They made their way to the sidelines to grab some water.
"I told you I'd win."
"Young guys are so cheeky."
"You love it." Heather laughed and after making sure no one was watching, she kissed him softly. They had kept their affair secret for almost four months and so far it was working.
"You going to be home later?" Jason whispered against her lips as he ran his hand up and down her inner thigh.
"Unhuh." Heather was trying to concentrate, but every time he touched her she went crazy.