watching the tennis

I have been watching Molly play tennis at our local club for a few years now and she is very good. She is also very good to look at – jet black hair, a beautiful face and the most incredible figure. At maybe 18 years old she is still slightly built, probably no more than 110 pounds, but her long legs and slim hips make her incredibly attractive.

At 32 I am obviously a good bit older than her, but we have become good friends as we both follow the game very closely. I often give her a lift home and the other night, when we were driving back, I asked her whether she was going to watch an international tournament on TV. She couldn’t, she said, as her family only had terrestrial TV and the tournament was on Sky.

OK, I said, drop in at my flat and we can both watch it, something to which she readily agreed. Once back at my place I made us both a glass of squash (Molly doesn’t touch alcohol) and she settled down in front of me on the floor, her head resting on my knees, which was not anything special really as we are both quite tactile. It was a good match, but my attention was wandering to Molly and I cautiously dropped my hands on to her shoulders. She hardly seemed to notice, obviously enjoying the tennis so I thought I would try my luck.

My hands went to her sides and as they did so, she sat up slightly, which made me think. Had she realised what she was doing. OK, I thought, let’s go for it, so I moved my hands over her tee-shirt just to see what happened. Still there was no real reaction so I pulled her shirt up a bit, stroked her lovely flat stomach, then moved up until I had a breast in each hand. She just shuffled back a bit more as if making herself more comfortable so I carried on. I soon found her nipples over the top of her sports bra, by now quite erect, and started slowly dragging my thumbnails back and forward over each one, which was fantastic.

What next? I decided to be bolder. Instead of going under her bra, I dropped my hands and slid the fingers of both hands under the top of her shorts. I pushed down a little further until I encountered the first hint of short, soft, crinkly pubic hair. Wow, this really was something. I rubbed gently. Down further my fingers went until I found just slight dampness and  seemingly without thinking, she parted her legs slightly to make things easier for me. Where was this going to end? There was no stopping me now. I pushed one finger slightly inside her, searching for the wonder-spot and when I found it she suddenly jerked back, looked up at he and smiled – “that’s so nice,” she said “so different to the lads.” The lads? I thought Molly was a shy virgin with no experience. What lads, I asked her. “Just some of the boys at the club, but they never get anywhere. They are so clumsy and they rush everything,” she said. 

So, still a virgin, but not for long I thought. I removed my hands from her shorts for a second then grabbed them by the waistband and slowly pulled them down, first over her hips, then her knees until they lay on the carpet. Just the top half to go. Off came the tee-shirt, then the bra and there she was totally naked, something I never thought I would see. By now she was as excited as I was. I didn’t waste any time, quickly dropping to the floor alongside her and stripping off my own shorts and shirt. Inexperienced though she was, she knew what was coming and as I leaned over to kiss her she opened her mouth slightly and our tongues met. Bliss. There was not a lot more foreplay. We slid close togther, both on our side, then I rolled her back and slowly moved on top of her. It took no effort, because her lovely slim legs opened wide making it easy for me. 

I pushed just the head of my super-hard cock inside her, then paused as her breath quickened. I’m not massive, maybe seven inches on a good day, but I know what I’m doing, so I just pushed a little more, then out a bit, in a bit further, then as I heard her relax, pushed hard until I was up to my hilt. What an incredible sensation as she rose and fell with me, both of us loving every second of it. “Fuck me, Bobby, fuck me,” she whispered. Amazing. In the five years I had known her I had never heard her swear let alone use the F word. Then with a surge, as I felt her tighten, I climaxed and it was all over. What an experience. Afterwards we lay in each other’s arms for quite a while until I found my cock stirring. Would we go again. We did…