No woman ever said that.
Watching the game Sean was entertained with the ball being volleyed back n forth. The amateur match was a semi-final and Jamie was doing well against her opponent two games to one. Sean was in attendance for support and because he was on summer break not wanting to return home. Jamie and he had always been close growing up. It'd been three years since they'd actually been around one another, though they kept in touch via social media etc. He decided a visit to Wisconsin was a better choice than another hot summer in Arizona. Sean's girlfriend of the last month decided it was quits also helping influence the choice to not stay where he attended school as a summer as a single didn't appeal.
Jamie jetted back and forth across the court the score of the final game in her favor 40-15. She moved like a cat toying with its prey, Jamie was about to finish her opponent off. Her leg muscles rippled and peaked as she darted around the court in her tennis outfit. Sean started to lose focus on the game thinking when did she get those legs. Jamie was always fashion minded but not a diva. Her outfit was a tight sports bra paired with high side spandex shorts that showed her bum off. Sean was drawn back to the moment as she waved to him after having caused her opponent to miss the ball and winning the semifinal pairing.
Sean watched as she offered her hand to her opponent over the net then turning toward him her bronze skin moist with sweat. He thought she must be tanning at the club, her defined abs caught his attention as she neared. His eyes she couldn't help but notice making Jamie smile even bigger over her victory smile. Sean was a handsome man not tall though which suited her fine. Her five foot two size meant his five nine was just about right for her. She loved his scruff, his dark brown hair and well-muscled frame. Sean was two hundred ten pounds of her kind of man. She knew this as she'd been admiring him since she became a woman. Albeit she wasn't in love with Sean, beyond their closeness, she measured many a suitor in his image.
His eyes rose to meet hers as she approached offering her a towel. Patting her face rubbing her auburn hair and slender neck, Jamie made sure to put on a little show to tease Sean. She could see in his eyes since the moment he came close in the airport, he was impressed with her looks and she liked the attention. He was after all the exact type of man she looked for and it didn't hurt that the other women at the club hadn't a clue of their relationship. She stepped close giving Sean an unexpected peck on the lips which he thought may have been a little longer than the usual warm greeting.
Her lips felt divine pressed to his, instinctively placing a hand on her hip as she touched his face after the kiss. Her hand dragging down his scruff covered cheek she smiled a smile he knew was just for him. She bent to her bag stuffing the racket inside holding the pose a little long fidgeting to be sure he got a good look at her well-defined ass. She worked hard on her body Jamie was not lithe but lean and muscled as she thought a woman should be. She trained Crossfit, did yoga and spinning, besides taking up tennis last year. Her coach was impressed and talked her into entering.
Standing she picked up her bag and reached for his hand. They approached her coach together and Jamie introduced him to her. Jamie began conversing with her coach as Sean was again slowly ingesting her form with his eyes. He never realized until this moment she had to be the perfect specimen he was attracted to. Glancing his way in a "come with" look, a smile again broke her lips, busted and he knew it. She didn't seem to mind he noted and thought to just play along until told otherwise. He really wasn't ogling just viewing for his pleasure and possibly hers too?
Jamie was victorious and had headed off to the lockers for a quick change. Sean looked around as he waited. Nosing through the pro shop noting some wristbands he thought she'd like and took them to the counter. A small victory gift but something none the less was called for. Stuffing the bag in his cargo shorts, Jamie appeared now dressed in black yoga pants stopping at her knee and a loose fitting light colored top. She'd donned a ball cap and put her pony through the opening. Sean smiled at her as she neared to match hers.
What happened to the girl you were seeing? Why didn't she come with?
She said I wasn't what she was looking for but assured me I am a good guy. Honestly, I don't think the physical part was what she was looking for. She seemed disappointed in.
"In what?"
Well, our sex frankly. She was always looking for more and couldn't seem to be satisfied or so it seemed to me. I don't think I was enough man for her if you catch my drift. Sean's trust of Jamie was on full display for her but he was very worried what she'd say about his comments. He didn't like to be patronized and felt the risk of her blunt honest opinion was worth the chance she'd tell him he was right or maybe what to do about it.
Not enough man? What, are you hung like a weasel? I know you're not. I mean, hello I've seen the package albeit not in the buff but it looks to me like you're carrying a loaded gun. How do you feel about what you're packing and be honest? I can tell if you're lying Sean.
Walking toward her SUV Jamie offered the keys to him. He declined, I'm comfortable with you driving and I'm here less than a day so I need my bearings first. She pointed out he'd need to learn his way sooner or later and with her would be best to start. He reached for the keys touching her fingertips a little longer than necessary. Her fingers were slender, hands small with fingernails of crimson his favorite color being red, they held his gaze. He caught her noting his attentions and looked in her eyes stating his appreciations.