It was a beautiful morning for a tennis match. Slightly cool, with a little breeze, just enough to harden my nipples under my thin sports tank, although I was unaware of it. It would get a little warmer later on, but for the moment I rubbed my arms a bit, as I watched him walk up to me, his eyes sliding momentarily toward my chest. He blinked slowly once and returned his gaze to my face. "Nice morning, but a little bit chilly, isn't it?", he said, and I replied that yes, it was a bit, but I figured that it would be fine once we started playing our match. I knew the exercise would make a warmer outfit unnecessary.
He was looking particularly fine today in his tennis whites, a white polo shirt and white shorts that set off his tanned face and muscular legs beautifully. He was a mature man, very fit with gorgeous silver hair, and intensely blue eyes that crinkled attractively when he smiled. We belonged to the same racquet club, and had played doubles a couple of times, but never together. Through a scheduling snafu, we wound up being listed to play a singles match against each other. His eyes twinkled merrily as he said "Well, let's begin then."
On opposite sides of the court, we sized each other up, and I wondered if I could keep up with his wickedly hard serves without another partner to take up the slack. As I bounced from foot to foot and twirled my racquet absently, I concentrated hard as he easily swung his racquet and the ball crashed towards me. The game was on and I was really working up a sweat as he easily returned every volley of mine, and I found myself captivated by his big, muscular body moving so gracefully. Damn, but he was sexy.
At the end of the set he grinned and said "Not too hard to keep up with an old guy like me, huh?" I laughed and told him that actually I was really having to work at it to keep up with him. "Oh, come on...pretty girl like you and with those gorgeous legs...you're keeping up with me just fine. I've been enjoying watching you, and you are a very good opponent."
I flushed with pleasure at his compliment a little, surprised at his flirty tone, and I could feel my nipples hardening involuntarily. They tightened up so much, they actually hurt, and I blushed wildly, wishing that I could cover them up because I just knew they were standing out against my clinging, damp, tank top like headlights. He laughed slightly, and I saw his eyes move downward and remain on my tell-tale nipples, and my arms automatically rose to cross over them. I hoped the move was nonchalant enough that he wouldn't realize that I knew he was looking at them. I was embarrassed, and I guess I thought that he would be too, if he knew that I realized what he was looking at.
His hands rose to my forearms, his fingers brushing against my tingling buds, and he lowered them, saying, "Oh now, please, don't be embarrassed by that, my dear. You're beautiful, and it's been a long time since I've had a woman's breasts react to me like that. You know us old guys, we get our pleasure from naughty peeks at perky young things like you." And laughing, he pulled my arm through his, and said we should go and get something cool to drink, and take a break between sets. He had put me at ease, and I was intrigued by the thought of him looking at me in a sexual way. Lord knew, I found him to be very good-looking and sexy, and had been thinking that all along, but not wanting to embarrass him with unwanted attention.