Chapter 28 - Pranks time
Following my visit to Cindy, via the 'back door,' I rather left both she and Carson alone for a time and sort of went on a bit of a rampage, not just around the immediate town but further afield. I had rather enjoyed fooling around with Dharini and Amanda in the meeting and seeing their surprised reactions in the lift; the result of my enjoyment being that I thought it would be amusing to 'prank' a few other girls and perhaps boys. Yes indeed, get a laugh at their expense and perhaps enjoy a bit (or a lot) of surreptitious fondling and sex. I was becoming less and less worried about upsetting people. It was all rather amusing - just a joke and a laugh to me.
I was walking through the park on the way home from work. A sunny evening, not many people out and about. Perhaps they had already gone home for their tea. From the tennis courts came the sound of regular volleying as the balls flew back and forth across the nets. It was pleasant just to settle down on a bench and watch. Good to see the better players - I am certainly not one of those - and of course good to watch the girls playing. Do you remember that marvellous poster, very popular at one time, of the tennis girl with one hand holding a racquet and the other lifting her tennis dress to reveal a lack of knickers? Well, it gave me an idea.
There was no hurry. The volleying went on - for a time.
My usual glance around to see if I was being observed. With no one watching I willed time to stop and, as always, it just did. I had the control off to a tee!
So strange walking past a tennis ball in mid flight. There it was suspended five feet off the ground with no visible means of support and there too were all the tennis players caught in mid motion on the various courts. Some of course standing still anyway and awaiting the next shot or next move, others literally in flight. One pretty little girl, quite reminiscent of the 'tennis girl' from the poster was indeed truly in the air. Like the ball she had no visible means of support (to her body: not her breasts! They were well supported). She was caught in the act of leaping, her racquet swinging to catch the ball.
Of course so much easier to remove panties if their wearer is not actually touching the ground. There is no need to lift a foot or indeed either foot. The particular girl rather self selected herself by being off the ground - that and being pretty of course!
Lovely to slip my hands up inside her little tennis dress and tug down her white tennis panties, remove them and pop them in my pocket; nice to take a peak at her charms - a sweet compact pair of lips with interesting little pink frilly bits poking through, all dusted with curly fair hairs and looking decidedly damp from her exertions. Of course tempting to 'poke' at but that was not really the point of my taking an interest in her. The point was to sit back on my seat and watch and enjoy flashes of naked bottom and her furry triangle as she leapt about.
It was charming, simple charming. Such a sophisticated eroticism: just sitting there in the sunshine watching for the merest glimpse. She did not notice and glimpses I certainly got!
Tempting to undress the girl and indeed the other girls completely. Everyone of them suddenly finding herself naked and with her tennis outfit nowhere to be seen; having to run naked back to the changing rooms where their outfits would all be neatly hanging each from its own peg. Of course I could do it to the men as well and have everyone in the same predicament. Every player suddenly naked: boobs bounding, penises and balls swinging as everyone dashed for the changing rooms right past where I was sitting. So amusing.
But the effort of removing all those clothes would be considerable. I preferred to stick with the subtlety of the single girl's occasional display - a connoisseur's delight, I rather thought!
Well, I stuck with that for a time but the connoisseur in me rather thought it would be pleasant to enjoy rather more than the occasional view; no, not so more the greater exposure of the young lady or the other players as a more tactile involvement and not just with my hands.
It took quite a few 'goes' to get the girl into a pleasing position; simply stopping and starting time until - rather like taking a succession of photographs to get the perfect pose - I had her just right. I wanted her in the air, yes leaping to hit the ball; I wanted her to be flying. I had never fucked a flying girl before...
The pose was excellent. There she was caught in frozen time, her thighs apart as she leapt, her arm and racquet outstretched and clearly going to make contact with the ball. Her long smooth thighs looking simply wonderful and there was even a hint of bottom cheek showing.
"Excuse me," I said to the old boy who had recently sat down at the other end of the park bench from me and was watching the game intently. I think he had noticed the important lack of panties as well. "Would you mind looking after my clothes whilst I go and fuck the young lass over there?"
At first it was strange undressing in front of time frozen people but it had become a normal thing for me! I piled my clothes neatly on the bench.
"Sorry about this," I said touching my erection, "hope it doesn't embarrass you but it needs to be hard if I'm to fuck the girl. I mean, if you like you could as well... if you like."
But he did not seem interested enough to get his own penis out and join me. In fact he did not move at all! Sometimes it seems such a shame I don't have a friend with the same ability as me - it would be rather pleasant to make jointly make choices and companionably play with the girls together.
So, unselfconsciously, I let myself into the nets, walked past the girl's tennis companion, wondering if he was a boyfriend or simply a friend, and up to the girl. An unusual thing to approach a stranger completely naked and sporting the old curved horn but, well, not actually so unusual for me!
Of course the dress needed to be lifted, the sports bra needed undoing and, oh yes, breasts needed fondling. Wonderful, yes indeed, quite amazing to be doing this to a girl suspended in the air. Just so strange to be touching her when she was unconnected to the ground. Nice that once the dress was lifted up it stayed tucked up. Another time stop advantage.
And then, there was that special connection to be made. It was just so helpful that her thighs were already apart; a little widening; a little adjustment of her position and my swollen knob was soon poking at the right place and anxious to be 'in' and doing what 'he' was good at doing.
Across the court her playing partner was immobile; intently enough looking in the girl's direction but frozen in time. Had he done what I was about to do with her? Were they a couple? Was he expecting to do it later on that very evening? Perhaps he was a brother or simply a friend - but if a friend I could not imagine he had never had the fleeting or more regular desire to do what I was about to do.
Nice to be just touching, nice to be poking around in a very friendly way but nicest to secure my hands around her hips and push with intention.
"Mmmm, nice, very nice," I commented to myself as I slipped in.
It was! Most enjoyable fucking away at this time suspended - literally suspended - girl. What a pleasant thing to be doing in the park and in the sunshine. As always for me there was no hurry, no need to think of the girl's pleasure or needs - just my own. As I have said before: time stop sex is very like wanking - notwithstanding you are having very real intercourse, indeed your cock is in a real girl, there is an actual girl to look at and fondle - only it is a very solitary activity, just like wanking, and there is only yourself to consider!
Amusing to disconnect and walk over to the other side of the nets and see what the other player's view would be; amusing to move to other courts and fondle and inspect a bit; ask the other girls if they would like to try my erection some other time. There was no hurry. Nice to walk back to my girl, see her just hanging there in the air - a flying girl with a ready dilated vagina! To walk up to her and just slip back in - just like that.
Of course no need to ejaculate. I could or couldn't as I wished. Wanking does not always lead to ejaculation. Sometimes it is well worth saving 'it' for later!
Should I save my semen for later, and just leave her fucked, or...? Well I chose the 'or' and it was a good choice. A really enjoyable climax out on the tennis court - long and clearly quite a 'spurting' one (if you get my meaning).
Nice to stand savouring it all for a little while before wandering around to her other end. There she was, arm outstretched and her eye on the ball. I thought I should show her the penis which had so recently completed its first 'service' with her. Perhaps her interest in the tennis ball would extend to my own rather smaller balls which had provided much of the fluid injected into her. The actual reality might be - indeed almost certainly would be - to whack them, like the tennis ball, with her racquet. Unkind - and not something she was going to get the opportunity to do.
Her pretty mouth was firmly closed and therefore had given no opportunity for any sort of entry - a pity really as they were such pretty lips. Lips, I rather thought, needed a little lip gloss...
Yes, taking my still slightly dribbling and flaccid penis in hand I acquired, on my finger, a little special lip gloss and carefully spread semen all around her lips leaving them glossy in the sunshine. It was carefully done and they looked so extra shiny and pretty at the end of my little application.
It was time to refasten her bra, pull her dress back down and put her back into position - still without the panties.
Dressed - I did not, of course, want to startle my companion on the bench - I restarted time.
Prior to my activities the girl was so clearly going to hit the ball. Unfortunately my best endeavours at getting her back in position were just not good enough. She hit the ball all right but not at the right angle and a bit of a stumble meant she did not return the following shot. She was cross at that but I could see her crossness turn to puzzlement. A waggle of her hips suggested she had noticed the effect of the recent pounding she had received. A realisation that something was not quite 'right.'
I sat watching the rest of the match basking in a pleasant post coital afterglow - I did so enjoy these unplanned and spontaneous sex games. My eyes stayed very much on the girl and was totally rewarded when after the match, just as she was walking past me, she went, 'oh!'
