Every Tuesday night was badminton night, which gave me a chance to have some exercise and also watch the various lady players - both for their badminton skills and for a glimpse of their underwear!
At just 18 years old I was very much the junior, and the good players didn't want to play with me, but occasionally they had to - and sometimes I managed to get some good shots in and surprise them all. The one lady who was different from the rest was Val. She was in her early forties with short dark wavy hair and a well-built muscular body which made her look so butch it was sometimes unbelievable.
She was about 5 foot 8, with powerful stocky legs and well-muscled arms, setting off her sole feminine attribute - her gorgeous well-filled breasts. She must have had a specialist sports bra to stop them just bouncing away as she lunged for short shots, reached back for high smashes, and generally raced about the court. Watching Val and her breasts was a joy to behold, especially if you were sitting out in a slightly hidden location and could slip a hand down your shorts.
Energy and rushing about was her style of play, and she'd always finish up matches with sweat pouring down her face. After one particularly hard match I even noticed her legs glistening with sweat and wondered to myself about the rest of her body. But she revelled in the action, in running and reaching for shots, and getting everything she possibly could.
In badminton games she was always very competitive, and seemed to want to play the man's place, forcing men to play up at the front in mixed doubles so she could play at the back. Needless to say they kept getting out of position and missing shots, which annoyed her intensely. She was also the self-appointed coach, giving nearly everyone else her thoughts and views as to what they were doing wrong.
This particular night she was wearing a thin dark blue cardigan over a white polo shirt, with dark blue track suit bottoms and a little white skirt over the top. It was the way most of the ladies dressed, so they could take off their track suit as they warmed up, without going off court. Her short dark hair was brushed back off her face and as I watched her during the night she was in good form, racing about for shots and winning some good games.
As expected, she'd taken off her tracksuit bottoms, and I had enjoyed watching the glimpses of her frilly white panties as she had bent down to pick up the shuttle or lunge for a shot. I'd played a game on her side once, and Val had been her usual bossy self. I lost a few serves, but managed a few close-up glances at her panties when she bent over, and once when we nearly collided I grabbed her waist to stop falling over. It felt good to hold her sweater and feel her firm body underneath.
Soon the evening was coming to a close, so I went to the changing rooms to change out of my shorts. Taking them off I slipped a hand into my underpants and over my cock to pull it upwards, wishing that Val was doing it for me. My pants were tight as I let the waistband go, before pulling on my tracksuit bottoms then my tracksuit top. Then back to the hall to go home.
Val came up to me as the others drifted off. "I think you could improve your game a lot, Andrew, if you had some extra coaching." she said. "Especially your service - you haven't quite got the knack of it yet, have you?"
"Well I'd certainly like to improve it - what sort of coaching did you mean?" I replied.
Val looked me in the eye: "I was just thinking I could show you how to do things on a one-to-one basis. Why don't you come round tonight on your way home, and I can show you what I mean? I'll phone your mum from here to let her know you'll be a bit late."
And with that, it was all sorted. Val phoned, we gathered our things together and went back to her house.
She openend the door, and switched on the light.
"Gee's away again at the moment so there's no-one here except Toby."
Toby was the big dog that bounded up, but Val took him by the collar and led him away out of the room. Gee was her husband, actually called Geoff but she called him Gee for some reason. I sat down while Val came back, drew the curtains and switched on the side lights. It was a big room with easy chairs at one end and a dining suite at the other.
Val was wearing her dark blue cardigan again but no polo shirt, I was very pleased to see. She'd taken her sweater off while playing, and must have switched clothes in the changing rooms before we left. Now the cardigan was buttoned up nearly to the top, with her matching blue tracksuit bottoms under her white badminton skirt, with white socks and plimsols to complete the picture. I was suddenly aware that I only had my underpants on underneath the tracksuit, and as I put my hands in my pockets I could feel myself quite easily.
"Right!" said Val, "We'd better get started while we're still warmed up. I would really like a shower but we'd better get on. Now pick up your racquet, come and stand in the centre here, and we'll sort out that serve of yours."
I did as she said, standing in the middle of the lounge with my badminton racquet in my hand. She stood facing me, looking me up and down.
"Now, Andrew, just watch me closely." she said, "See how my body and arms are held ready to serve?" I looked at her, noticing the tightness of her sweater over her broad breasts - and the two prominent bulges of her nippples pushing forwards. "Look closely." she ordered, and I certainly did - she looked fantastic!
"Now you get in the same position." she commanded. I did my best, but it was clearly not right. "No," she said, "you need to stand further back on your heels, and push your chest out more. And your hips are not right either." She moved towards me, and grabbed my waist before pushing my shoulders back to get my stance how she wanted it. Her hands felt somehow good as she pushed and pulled me and I could feel my cock growing in appreciation as she manhandled me into the right position. Then she went back in front to view her handiwork.
"I think I'll just take these off so you can see me more clearly." she said, slipping off her tracksuit bottoms and leaving them on a chair. "Now can you see my hips better?"
She stepped back a few paces. I could see her bare legs very well, with her short skirt revealing her well-muscled thighs.
I was about to reply, when she seemed to have another thought. "Well I suppose this skirt isn't much help really - I'll take it off too."
