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By *trapgame OP Woman
over a year ago
West Midlands |
Tennis was always the sport my parents pushed me into growing up. After winning competitions when I was younger, I stop playing matches and trained each week instead.
After university i moved away for my career . I change to a new tennis club and decided to join the ladies training on a Sunday morning.
On my first day I was full of nerves but the group were mostly older ladies that play for fun. My nerves settled and my competitiveness came out. I was smashing my sets as the ladies struggled to keep up with my volley shots. My cockiness grew too big and a backhand from Vanessa made me slip pulling my groin.
I groaned in pain as the other women smiled at my karma.
Vanessa slowly walk around the net and kneeled beside me.
"Get up and go into the changing room"
I looked up at her, admiring her blonde hair that had been pulled back into a pony tail.
Her crisp white tight outfit clung to her amazing figure.
She was a lot older than me but I couldn't tell how much. She looked like a trophy wife.
Shocked at her command, I struggle to my feet and cussed each step to the changing room. I could feel the pull in my groin and all the eyes of the older ladies burning into the back of my head.
I was embarrassed with myself and sat on the hard wooden bench waiting to calm myself down.
After a few minutes Vanessa walks in, smiling.
"I think I won that one"
I laughed at her confidence, " I'll give you the point but the set was mine"
Vanessa sits next to me and with a look of concern asks about my leg.
I stretch my leg and show her my inner thigh, my hand running down my skin.
"I think I've just pulled the muscle, some deep heat and an amazing massage should fix it."
Vanessa smiles and her hand reaches over, her fingers glide down my inner thigh
"Ooo it does feel tight "
My jaw tenses and a feeling of excitement rushes through my body that I've never felt before. My cheeks start to burn as I stare at the floor.
Vanessa noticed my now blushing face and she slowly pushes her hand underneath my white Tennis skirt.
As soon as her fingertips touches the edge of my sports thong which is now feeling damp. She pulls her fingers back down my thigh, her painted nails gazing my skin.
My mouth let's my moan fall out.
Our eyes meet and Vanessa smiles while slowly biting her lower lip.
"I suffered with this last year"
Her comment breaks the tension as she changes the subject.
"I was out of training for a while, it was frustrating to say the least but luckily for you I can help you."
"Help me?" I question her statement as a pulled muscle is a simple injury.
After a few days I'll feel better and I will gently start training again.
"Why don't you want me to?"
Her voice stern at my question
"Which leg was injured?"
I changed the subject, in fear of her stern tone.
Vanessa pulls up her right foot and rests it on the bench, her left leg is in-between my own legs. Her thigh is eye level and I see a flash of black underneath her skirt.
I feeling hotter as she talks.
Look it was at the same place as yours, she runs her nails up and down her thigh. Smiling smugly as she notices me.
Without registering my hand reaches out to her tanned smooth skin. I hear her intake of breath as I grip her thigh.
She moves closer as my fingertips trail there way up underneath her designer Tennis skirt.
I've never thought about other women before but I knew right there I wanted Vanessa.
Inches away from her pussy, Vanessa sensed my lack of experience.
"Go on, be a good girl and touch me"
A rush of wetness floods at her words and my fingers slide under her wet knickers.
I looked up at Vanessa pretty face, moving her finger on to my bottom lip.
"Be a good girl and copy me".
She slips one finger into my mouth as i do the same into her soaking core.
Her soft moans encourage me to push deeper. My other hand reaches around to her arse pulling her closer to me.
Her finger pulls out of my mouth.
My eyes move to the changing room door
"They have 30 minutes left, now make me come."
My confidence is growing at every moan Vanessa makes.
I slide my fingers out covered in her juices
And push them in her greedy mouth.
"You like that?"
Vanessa nods and moans at her taste.
"Tell me how good you taste babe"
I gain more power out of us, I can tell she hasn't come in a while, I want her to beg me.
"I taste so good, yyy you should try" She stumbles over her words
I force my fingers into her mouth again, she gags.
" Vanessa, you didn't say please"
Her eyes widen at my dominant command
I slowly pull my fingers out
"P please please taste meeeee"
My own pussy drowns in wetness at her words.
Vanessa pulls up her skirt and holds back her soaking black knickers
My hungry lips lick and suck her clit
Vanessa's other hand grips my ponytail and pulls me deep in her.
I lap at her juices and she drips from her lips. Squinting all over my face I come in my own underwear at her taste.
I don't stop my tongue slashing until she pushes me away.
My head rest against the wall in shock
My mind in racing as my breathing starts to relax.
Vanessa sits next to me on the bench.
"Wow, I don't I have the words Sarah"
I grab my towel and wipe my face.
"I'm so glad that happened Vanessa"
The door swings open and the rest of the ladies enter the changing room.
"How are you feeling,Love?"
"A lot better, thanks" I smile
"Vanessa was looking after me"
The older lady warmly smiles back
"I'm glad to hear it"
I start to undress with the others and head to the showers.
Standing up I limp over to Vanessa
"Is that offer of help still available?"
Vanessa looks up and smirks at my question.
"Only if you say please" |
