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.
After we each had grabbed an icy bottle of water, he asked me if I minded if we stopped by his car for a towel and his spare racquet. I didn't mind at all, just enjoying being with this sexy guy, and I laughed as he said, "Besides, I'm dying to get you in the backseat of my car and have my wicked way with you." This sent my mind spinning and my tummy was full of butterflies as we walked along to the back of the parking lot to his car. Surely he was just joking around with me, I thought, no way could he be serious.
My short white skirt flapped against my bottom as I walked, and I had no idea how his eyes warmed to a sizzle when he looked at my ass, as he opened the backdoor of his car for me and ushered me to take a seat in the open doorway. As he stood there a moment, looking down at me, his icy water bottle dripped water onto my leg, and he reached down and smoothed it away with a thumb along my tanned, wet thigh. "Sorry about that, my dear, that isn't how I meant to make you wet", he said in a sexy deep voice, and he leaned forward till his lips just barely hovered over mine, his hand still on my thigh. My shocked senses whirled as my eyes fluttered closed, and I felt his warm lips settle on mine as he began to kiss me.
My tummy dipped and twirled as his mouth nudged mine open and his tongue slid inside. Moaning now, I placed my hand up against his neck and opening my mouth wider, I leaned into him and accepted his kiss, letting my legs fall apart to his caressing hand. His hand was sliding up and down the inside of my thigh, and he was oh so close to the damp crotch of my underpanties. Breaking our kiss, he studied my eyes seriously for a moment, and then said, "Scoot in."
I slowly moved backwards along the seat as he followed me in, pausing to shut the door behind him. "Come here, give me those luscious lips again. Fuck, you are sexy, woman." He pulled me towards him and the next thing I knew, I was lost. I had my arms wrapped around him, and my heart was pounding like thunder in my ears, and I moaned out loud as his hand caressed and massaged my breast, and tweaked my achingly hard nipple with his thumb. "Mmmmmm...you like that, don't you, girl..." and he plucked at it again, and again, and drank my moans as he caressed and played with my tit. "I want to see those pretty titties of yours, sweetie... Show them to me", as he pulled up my thin tank and slid my sports bra up over my breasts and they bounced out and settled with a hard, rosy nipple perched on each.