[MF] Mixed Doubles - Tennis Sectionals - Part 2

Please read part 1 and let me know what you think.

Part 2:

It’s a hot July day, we are still in the first game of the match and already sweat is beginning to dampen my shirt. First point of the match, maybe inspired by the conversation in the car, I hit an ace. Liz turns and runs towards me, I stare at her breasts bouncing on the way. Normally I’d hide my glances but after our talk in the car and all the thoughts of her in the shower, I just take her in now. She comes close, gives me a low five, “great serve partner, keep it up, hit this next one out wide and I’ll poach at the net”. Sure enough I hit a good serve to the opponent’s backhand, get a weak return and Liz puts away the volley. She turns, bounces towards me and again gives me another low five, “let’s go, keep serving big, partner!” I don’t know why but I like how she says “partner”. She hustles back to the net and bends over. She looks incredible in all pink, the shirt is so lightweight that it’s barely there, the shorts are very short and taught against what is one of the best asses I’ve ever seen. I take her backside in again as she bends at the net and then I throw up the ball for my serve.

We dominate the first three games and are quickly up 3-0. I’m playing my best tennis, flying around the court crushing serves, returns, volleys but I know momentum can change quickly in these matches. I’m not thinking about the car ride or Liz’s proposition, I understand she’s just trying to motivate me and I appreciate that. Honestly I just want to play well to impress her anyway.

After every point, win or lose, Liz is coming to meet me, in past matches we’d just tap racquets and move on, but today she’s coming in close, going for the handshake and sometimes holding onto my hand a little longer as she gets close to discuss something so the other team can’t hear. Being close to her, in this outfit, after the conversation in the car, is especially intoxicating. I find myself leaning into her like I would have never dared before our relationship spiced up today. Anywhere our bodies touch sends sparks through my skin.

At this point we are both fully soaked in sweat, playing tennis in this heat definitely plays to our fitness advantage as this is tough. Liz’s shirt which was so light weight to start is now sticking to her upper body, and is semi translucent. I see it showing off her flat, toned stomach and sticking to the curves of the wonderful shape of her breasts with just a thin sports bra underneath. Her breasts look to be two perfect overflowing handfuls. Fuck she is hot. This is already the most exhilarating match I’ve ever played for sure and it’s just started.

In the fourth game the lady on their side is serving. She hits a serve that Liz returns short, the opponent runs in and hits it back to Liz who rips it back at her, the opponent pops the ball up to me at the net and I aggressively smash an overhead that lands near her and goes off the court. The woman looks at me angrily and tells me to take it easy. I put my hands up to say sorry and tell her “sorry, but if I get a ball like that, you should move back or turn around to defend yourself.” There’s no way I’m taking the chance of missing today. She growls and goes back to serve. Liz runs over gets very close to me, puts her hand on my chest and whispers, “great fucking shot partner, don’t worry about her, keep it up”, and then she drags her hand down my chest, over my abs, touching the top of my shorts as she pulls it away. “Fuck” I think to myself, at this point I’d do anything for her.

Now I’m returning serve on the next point, she hits a slow serve at me and I crush it back near her feet and she whiffs on it. I move towards Liz for my post point chat and touch, craving to be close to her again, when I hear the opponent call my ball out. Damn, I thought I got that good.

Liz comes up and says, “great return, that looked in to me, keep going for it.” Next point I’m at the net and Liz returns the next serve wide to the server, I see it land just inside the doubles alley line, the opponent says “out!” Woah, I’ve seen this before, there are many cheaters in adult rec tennis and when they get down they will resort to this bullshit. I look at her partner, he looks at me sheepishly. No way I’m letting this happen, not in this match, not with so much potentially on the line. “Hey”, I shout, “that was close but I saw that ball well in, watch the line calls or I’ll ask for an official next time”. My opponent says with extra attitude, “don’t know what you’re talking about, I saw that clearly out”.

Liz runs up to me, seeing I’m heated, this time she grabs and holds my forearm, getting in real close to whisper so they can’t hear as we walk back to the baseline. She pulls my arm down, this time I feel her tits pressed on either side of my bicep, and the back of my hand is touching the front of her shorts, “great job calling her out for that bullshit, that ball was def in, don’t worry about it though, breathe and let’s keep playing our game. She does this shit to get us flustered.” She then runs her hand down the back of my arm, and purposefully her palm passes over my right ass cheek as she moves away. That was a new spot to touch for sure, I note. I go back, make sure I’m focused and not distracted by Liz bent over at the service line in front of me, her gorgeous ass aimed right at me. Is she turning it more towards me on purpose or is this her normal set up? She touched my ass, do I get to touch hers? Shit, get ready!

We had a couple of more close line calls but I was on fire all set and Liz was very solid at the net. We got to set point when I got another floater at the net. This time the lady opponent did turn around and I blasted an overheard right past her legs as she scuttled away. We win the first set, 6-2 and she’s visibly pissed off.

Both teams went over to our respective benches between sets and I plopped down exhausted from the heat and the effort. I turned to see Liz walking up to our bench and I just stared at her approach as I started to drink my water. Her lightweight Lulu shirt was drenched and clung all over her, her muscles looking well defined from the effort she just expended, her breasts we’re heaving from her heavy breathing. Her gorgeous legs looked even better as they looked like they had been rubbed down with baby oil and her black hair pulled tight back looked great next to her fair skin. She looked at me, saw me taking her all in and smiled while trying to catch her breath.

“Soooo what are you thinking about big guy?” She says as she slaps my thigh sitting on the bench next to me.

“Oh just about that sick first set, you were awesome out there, one more like that and we got this.”

“Yes partner, I gotta say this is exactly the type of performance I wanted out of you. I don’t know what got into you today but keep it up.” She said slyly. As she said this, she moved close to me so we could talk without the other team hearing. Then she leaned over, placed her hand on my leg, about halfway up my thigh, skin to skin, and she leaned in very close to my ear. “I didn’t want to say anything so not to make you nervous but I know this lady we are playing and I fucking hate her, always playing dirty like with those line calls. She’s beaten me so many fucking times. When you told her off about that call, that was so fucking hot for me.” Her hot breath in my ear was so intense I was almost shaking. She continued, “then later when you jumped into the air and hit that overhead right by her to win the set, my god, can I tell you? My pussy started throbbing. I had to compose myself before walking over here. Isn’t that crazy? You want to feel how hot you made me? You can if you want to”

As she was talking she was moving her hand a few inches higher up my thigh, and her fingers started playing with the bottom of my boxer briefs under my shorts, coming oh so close to grazing my balls. Then she pulled her hand away and sat back, legs spread a bit as she relaxed back on the bench and drank water. I was dumbfounded, a little shaky, and my mouth was watering thinking of her wet pussy.

I looked over at her shiny legs and my eyes moved to the apex of her legs, imagining that wet pussy underneath these sexy pink shorts. Fuck, how do I deal with this woman right now? “Wow, ummm, ok… that’s hot as hell and tempting but Liz, let me keep my focus here. What’s the game plan for the second set?”

“Ok ok, sorry you got me unexpectedly hotter than this heat is causing. No plan, just keep dominating Tiger and I will keep it tight at the net, these guys will start playing better so just be ready for it. Don’t tire, this is why we work out so hard. Woo! That set was amazing!” She says as she sits up getting ready to go.

“Tiger?”

“Haha, sorry, you were just animalistic out there, this is exactly what I mean by your sexy style of play. You were flying around, you were aggressive, you were dominant and you didn’t give a fuck out there! When you play like this, I’ll call you Tiger. Don’t let up, one more set and then we get to go back to the hotel and relax together.” She says with a smirk.

My heart was pounding, from the excitement of the match but mostly from the new uninhibited version of this woman I’ve looked over plenty of times but never imagined any sexual tension with. Now the sexual tension wasn’t only there, it was being dialed up by the minute. I was enjoying it, especially the hot breath in my ear, I’ve always loved that in my younger days and it’s not something my wife would do. This whole flirting thing reminded me of my younger single days, girls used to come on to me and try to entice me. I miss that and while this was great to feel again, I knew I wouldn’t cheat on my wife. Besides Liz is just doing this to motivate me, to bring out my “animal playing style”, nothing is going to happen and I wouldn’t let it anyway. Just good fun and will fuel many a fantasy when I get home. I will jerk off to that pink outfit on her probably for the rest of my life.

Second set we came out just as strong and got out to an early lead. We continued to meet after every point, various body parts touching each other as she’d lean in to talk quietly. She’d began to come to my side, her breasts pressed against my arm, then she’d find some way to drag them over my arm so I could feel the perkiness as they gave way. I started putting my hand on her lower back as we talked, fighting everything in my body telling me to let it slip lower. On a few exchanges I let it rest just at the top of the curve of her bubble butt as I listened to her, the palm of my hand finally feeling just the very top of that juicy athletic ass. All my good plays were met with some sort of “fucking hot serve, partner” or “my god, sexy point there” or “nice get Tiger”, and one time she whispered “my god Tiger that shot got me wet it was so good.” The more she gave me the better I played.

Despite my intentions to not let this go any further than the great effect this was having on my game, I must admit I was loving it. I just wanted to play bigger, faster, sexier. I was pulling my shirt up to wipe my brow, hoping she’d see my V cut abs I worked so hard for. Each meeting with her after a point I felt so tempted to just hold her closer, to slide my hand down and finally squeeze this incredible ass I’ve been looking at all match. I began to follow her every time she bent down to pick up a loose ball and study her legs and ass. How muscular was it? how soft? I yearned to get a single feel. This was becoming very wrong, I never made physical contact like this with another woman since being married. I never lusted like this but I just kept telling myself it was fun, making me play better and I’d just fantasize about this forever. Though what I would give to just get to feel her up once.

The other team did play better this set but it didn’t matter. I served out the final game of the set, hitting a curvy serve to the opposing woman that went unreturned, winning the set and the match 6-2, 6-2.

Liz turned at the net, looking glorious in her bright pink, soaked to the bone with sweat. I was drenched and tired, it took an amazing effort to run away with this match and I had already played one earlier, oh and I’m well past 40 years old. She had her hands up in celebration and was coming toward me, I just stood there as she came into my arms and wrapped hers around me. We hugged in celebration, her much shorter than me, I just wrapped my arms around her sexy, wet back and hers were around my waist. It seemed she slid her body up, down, left, right tight against me as we embraced. It prob lasted 5 seconds but felt like 5 mins. “Great fucking match Tiger!” She says. Then she pulled away, our sweaty shirts, sticking, the last to break contact.

We ran over to say good game to our opponents, the woman was very cold and I saw Liz enjoy that as she rubbed in the win a bit. Then we both went over and slumped onto our bench.

Liz turned and put her hand on my chest, she was just beaming excitement, “yes I finally beat that bitch, you have no idea how much I needed that, you were fucking awesome, let’s hope one of our other teams win and then we get to play the final tomorrow! I hope you’ll play with me again, I like playing with you”, a definite emphasis on “playing”. She followed this with another hug wrapping her arms around my neck. Her smell was amazing though we’d just spent the last 90 minutes sweating like crazy. I could barely move, I just let her hug me as I half assed put my arm on her side, happy this was over, already thinking about the shower and jerking off to the thought of her. I was glad the blowjob wasn’t mentioned, I knew it was just a tactic and at this point I wasn’t sure I could resist anything Liz threw at me.

Then we picked up our stuff and went to find our Captain.

“Damn I caught some of your match, you guys were awesome together. Great job talking after every point, they had no chance!” says our Captain. “Wes, I’ve never seen you play that great before, if we make the final you two are definitely playing together again. If that’s cool with you?” I agreed almost too enthusiastically.

“Thanks Captain! Whats going on on the other courts?” Liz asked.

“Well court 1 we are probably going to lose, but the other one is looking very good. We got the first set in a tight one and their guy is feeling the heat and he’s barely able to move right now, don’t think he will finish the match. We should be in the final tomorrow!”

“Fuck yeah” says Liz. “Hey Wes, I see you’re hurting, let’s go over there in the shade under those trees and stretch, I need you recovered and ready for tomorrow. We can watch the matches from there and I can show you some yoga moves I know that will loosen your old muscles. Just follow my lead”

I think to myself “I’d follow that ass anywhere” but thankfully only said, “Hey I’m not that much older than you, but yeah I’m hurting, good idea!” My newly perverted mind already thinking about how good it will be to watch Liz stretching in her tight, soaked tennis attire as she directs me through some yoga poses. Life is good even if I can only watch.

To be continued…