Strip tennis with an erotic outcome

Strip tennis with an erotic outcome Strip tennis with an erotic outcome

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Previously innocent young lovers have discovered each other and the joy of sex during their entended University summer holidays. In this chapter, a challange to a game of strip tennis leads to some interesting erotic games

Summary

Previously innocent young lovers have discovered each other and the joy of sex during their entended University summer holidays. In this chapter, a challange to a game of strip tennis leads to some interesting erotic games

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Submitted: July 02, 2012

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Submitted: July 02, 2012

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Greg was good to his word in taking me on at tennis and we soon got in to a pattern of regular weekly games.

I made a point of looking nice for the games. Generally I wore what had been one of my favourite beach outfits before the new bikinis. It started with my really nice blue triangle bikini. The top was the normal tie string with smallish triangles. The bottom was low waisted, but with a narrow side band rather than a tie side. Over that I wore a stretch cotton sleeveless sheath mini-dress. The dress had an attractive deep v front, a bit of flare in the skirt and was a matching blue to the bikini. It had originally been just a day dress, but had shrunk to the point of immodesty. Still, with swimwear underneath, it was fine to go down the beach and ideal to play tennis against my boyfriend in.

The Court was on a private property; albeit let out for public use by the owner. From the looks of it, it didn’t see much action. It had a run-down tar surface, a sad net and an over grown carpark. It was accessed by a different road from the house and completely surrounded by dense foliage There was the usual tennis hut between the carpark and the Court itself which contained a slat picnic table and chairs and a sink with a cold water tap in the corner. To use it, you’d book the Court and then go and pay the owner at his house – or leave the money in a box, since he was rarely there – before you started. A booking whiteboard was located over the money box, so you could see if you were going to be squeezed for time at the end. Mind you, apart from ours, it was generally devoid of entries. Anyway, to start a game you had to drive up to the house, then back on to the road, along a bit and then up the not insubstantial length of the tennis court access road. So you had plenty of warning of someone coming. Greg swears that’s not why he picked this Court.

Most days we booked the court for an hour, but in the heat of that summer played for just over half that, with only a set or two. Since I was a comp player and he, by his own admission, little more than a social player, I would have been disappointed if I wasn’t able to get the better of him. That generally proved to be the case, with me winning most sets about 6:3

Anyway, after a few weeks, there we are setting up for a game, when Greg asks “What say we play strip tennis today?”

“What does that mean?”

“You lose an item of clothing for every game lost, shoes don’t count. You win the match when you beat your naked opponent in a game”

“What if someone comes?”

“We can hear people coming a mile off. And we can go and get dressed behind the shed before they see us”

Sometimes I had to wonder about this guy. I figured that would give me a spur to play even better, so I could strip him naked and stay clothed myself. With the bikini and dress, I had three items of clothing. He had shorts a T Shirt and I assume underwear, which gave him three items too. I figured this would be a short match. I decided to up the stakes. “OK, but only if the winner also gets to have their way with the loser”

“What do you mean by that?”

“It’s simple, they get to have selfish sex with the loser in whatever position takes your fancy, as long as you can do it on the tennis court and it doesn’t hurt the other”

“What’s selfish sex?”

I was tempted to tease him with a “you’re a guy you should know”, but that wasn’t fair to Greg, even as a tease. “It means you can give vent to your own fantasy without having to worry about pleasuring the other. You can leave them wanting so to speak!”

“What have you got in mind for me?”

“Are you assuming you’re going to lose? Anyway, that’s for me to know and you to suffer if you lose”. The truth was, having spent most of my developing years on a tennis court, I’m sure I could give vent to several fantasies involving tennis nets and other things.

“You are strange. OK”

I’m strange; he’s the one who suggested strip tennis

I beat him in the first game, so he lost his T Shirt. But it wasn’t a walkover. He wasn’t particularly skilled, but he tended to have a combination of powerful back of court shots and lollypops that made it very difficult to be in the right place. Often his powerful shots would go out anyway, but when they landed, they were hard to get back. It was almost a case of, because he wasn’t skilled he was difficult to predict. It was not helped by the rough surface of the court which made bounces go everywhere

I lost the second, so there went my dress. At least the bikini should distract him, since his bare chest was distracting me.

He was getting better at landing the powerful shots. I lost the third and my bikini top with it.

I knew all this sexuality was affecting my game; I could actually feel the crutch of my bikini pants becoming wet. So to try and put him off his game I ramped it up a bit, flaunting my bare breasts at him when I was close to the net and making a point of waving my bum in his direction when I recovered a ball. It must have worked, because he lost the next game with a series of double faults and with it his pants.

That left him wearing only a pair of boxer shorts; something I hadn’t seen him in before. Now I was totally distracted. His semi-erect penis was sticking out the open fly of the shorts, waving about like a baseball bat in a tennis game. I lost the game and with it my bikini pants.

I’m not sure whether I was flushed by the prospect of losing or by the strange feeling of playing tennis complete naked and fairly aroused; after all a tennis court was like my second home and being on one naked is the sort of thing that normally only happens in nightmares inevitably involving large crowds and the absence of anywhere to hide. But a combination of that and the distraction of the randomly swinging penis meant I lost it entirely during the next and match game. That wasn’t the outcome I’d anticipated. I wondered what he’d have in mind for me. “What are you going to do with me?”

“What was it you said; something along the lines of ‘that’s for me to know and you to suffer”?

He stood by the end of the net, next to the door though the perimeter mesh fencing that led through to the shed. It’s where we’d been hanging our clothing on the support post for the net.

“Come over here and stand in the open door” He had a grin a mile wide on his face. “Put your hands up against the top of the door frame” He picked up my bikini top and came and stood so close to me that the front of his body was in full contact with mine. Bending at the knees, he squatted down; sliding his body and lips the length of mine as he went. He stopped only when his face was at my crutch level and his hands were touching my feet. For a moment he massaged the skin of my pubic area – just above my clit – with a lippy kissing motion. Then - while keeping maximum body contact – he slowly rose up. Sliding his hands up my inner thighs, brushing my crutch with them, then both sides of my stomach, each breast, through my arm pits and up to my hands, whereupon he used my bikini top string to tie my hands to the door bar. As I stood there naked and tied up, he circled around behind me. “Now then, what are we going to do?”

Wrapping his arms around each side, he cupped each breast in a hand; lightly working the nipples underneath to engorge them as he kissed my back between my shoulder blades. Working down he kissed along my spine until he planted a kiss over both the cheeks of my bum. Standing up again, he rested his chin on my shoulder. He motioned with his feet for me to open my legs. I complied. Releasing a breast long enough to take his erection in one hand, he slid it between my legs, bending his bum under so that the cock slid out the front where I could see the bell of the tip; a little bit of fluid already collecting on the end.

The sexual tension of the tennis game had already rendered me we wet and open. The foreplay had brought me to a near boil. That first direct contact brought forth a sharp pleasurable intake of breath. He slid it back and forward on my hot swollen clit for a while, increasing the pressure and my arousal; just a couple more times and I would have exploded in climax.

Sensing that, he withdrew and moved around to my front. He kissed me on the cheek, down my neck and over my breasts. He moved over a nipple. He knew there was a particular motion which, although pleasurable, was also very ticklish. He did it. I squirmed around begging him to stop. He did, but then went back to arousing the nipple, taking it lightly between his teeth and pulling it out as it engorged to his action. His hand slipped between my legs and massaged my clit – his fingers extending out and rimming my open tunnel as he planted his face over the other nipple and used his tongue to engorge it too. Again my body was working towards its climax; a moan escaped me, my breathing grew faster. My state of arousal betrayed by my body, he stopped again. He was teasing me outrageously; bringing me to the brink time after time but not letting me go over.

Taking a condom, he slipped it on and slid himself inside me. Once he had himself buried to his balls and he sensed my body had fully adjusted to his presence, he grabbed my bum cheeks and started thrusting hard. It was more animalistic than his usual action. It had a desperate urgency to it and the passion in it excited me. I’d never really understood the expression ‘pounded’ until this moment, but Greg’s usual considerate way that’s what is was. The tempo and pressure increased until with a bellow, he came; the usual powerful rhythmic thrusts accompanying his orgasm. And then he was spent. Initially he just held my body tightly and then I sensed his legs wobbled a bit as he withdrew.

Then looking me straight in the face with a broad grin and raised eyebrows, he took off the condom, tucked himself away and said “Thanks for that”.

“You can’t leave me like this” I pleaded. I was desperate; really desperate. I needed for the release only an orgasm could give.

“Don’t worry I’ll untie you eventually”

“That’s not what I meant” I pleaded again.

“I thought that was the deal”

“Aw come on, have mercy. I’ll be as grumpy as hell” I offered in a desperate deal clincher

“I don’t know, a deal’s a deal” but already he was sliding his hand down toward my groin, fingers extended. He gently massaged me, licking my nipple at the same time until my frustration burst out of me in a giant orgasm. Relatively immobile because I was still tied, my legs went all weak. I hung there limp until he untied me and then collapsed to my knees unable to stand again until my strength returned.

“Next time you have to wear speedos under your shorts. That was unfair. Far too distracting”

“And don’t you think I noticed you flaunting your breasts”

“Yeah, but it didn’t work”

“Don’t underestimate the power of breasts”

Chapter 10A

I was determined to get the better of the next match. I thought long and hard about what I should wear. One of my Brazilian bikinis and a little flick skirt might be more distracting, but in the end I went with the same outfit. I liked the way it all matched up; but that wasn’t to say I couldn’t use it better. As I got dressed, I positioned the bikini top so the side of each triangle nearly exposed the nipple. Then before we started playing, I stretched the top of the dress down a bit so that the cleavage maxed out. Plus I made sure every time I bent down for a ball I stuck my bum in the air toward him with an action that I knew flipped the skirt up over the bikini pants. Any time at the net was spent flaunting and jiggling like you wouldn’t believe.

It must have worked a little. I had him down to his speedos after two games. They were much less distracting than the open fly boxers. Then I lost my dress. Another game and the speedos were off. Now I really had a distraction. Unconstrained by even a pair of boxes, the baseball bat was back, swinging around to its own music; although as the game progressed and he became even more aroused and upright, the gyrations slowed a bit.

Damn, I lost another game and with it my bikini top. So near to victory. Time for maximum flaunt.

Got him, now it was my turn. The thing with these games was that already by the time we’d finished the tennis I was a dripping wet bundle of sexual anticipation. I wasn’t sure which made me more aroused; the knowledge of what I would do if I won or the uncertainty of what Greg would impose on me if I lost.

“Come over here” I motioned as I stood alongside the net near the hut.

“Oh yea, but what are you up to?”

“What was the rule? Me to know and you to suffer”.

“Put your hands on the net here” I made him place his hands on the net in such a way he was facing the net, hands about a metre apart. I’d come prepared this time, so retrieved some rope from my bag and tied the hands to the net. I took his already erect cock and threaded it through a hole in the net. While it would have fitted through any gap in the mesh of the net, I’d deliberately chosen a place where the net was holed to avoid any risk of damage. Then I tied his waist tight against the net, so he was relatively immobile.

“What are you up to?”

“I’m going to garrotte your dick off so I can take it home and use as a dildo”

“But I thought you only wanted me for my sparkling personality”

“Poor judgement on your part.” While saying this, I’d rolled up his T Shirt and now I tied it around his eyes to act as a blindfold; pressing the full length of my body against his back as I reached up to tie the knot. Then I walked around the other side of the net so I could face him. Remembering the pleasure I'd got from the last time I'd used his cock in this way, I took his erection,rolled down the front of my bikini and brought it up against the swelling of my clit; exciting myself as it slid frictionless back and forward along my dripping wet slot. The bikini waist band and the hydraulic ram forces trying to restore his piston to its upright stance was enough to keep his shaft pressing firmly where I wanted it as I moved my hips in and out, so that left me two hands free. Wrapping both arms around his back, I brushed my nipples up and down his chest to raise my temperature further. It was all very effective. Before long I was moaning in pleasure; tempted just to let myself come. But I had other plans. While still pleasuring myself, I untied the rope around his waist. Withdrawing I pulled the front of my bikini back up and I moved around the other side of the net.

“Where are you” he asked from under the blindfold.

“Be patient and follow instructions strictly.” I moved around behind him, took his hips in my hands and instructed him to step backwards. Since his hands were still tied, that left him standing bent over the net. I inserted myself in to the space between his body and the net, his arms either side of me. Then I flipped down the back of my bikini and inserted him in to my vagina from behind. “You are to stand completely still. No moving, no pumping and certainly no coming!” I said in the most commanding voice I could muster with him.

There was actually method to my madness. I’d had enough sensation from my G Spot in the past that I thought it was one of those girls who could get theirs to really work. This gave me a chance to play around and see if I could get things going and by getting him to be immobile, I could adjust things to see what worked for me. I angled myself to bring his erection firmly against the front wall of my vagina and started working it in and out, testing for the right depth of penetration and front wall pressure as I went. I quickly found the spot and given my already heightened state of arousal it didn’t take long for me to have a mind blowing orgasm. My body’s reaction this time was a little different from normal. I was aware of taking three loud pants as I locked his penis immobile with a series of rippling mega contractions of my pelvic floor. At the same time my legs went all wobbly - my lower body strength completely gone, I felt as if I was suspended only by my hands on the net and Greg’s shaft in my body; the legs seemingly unable to bear any weight. Greg was still following instructions and hadn’t moved. As my strength returned I released my iron grip my body held on his shaft and started to withdraw. “Thanks for that”

Seemingly forgetting a similar conversation from last week, he asked “what about me”

“Remember this is selfish sex. Or are you going to tell me you’ll be all grumpy if you don’t get your turn?”

“I could never be grumpy with you”

Oh great! He’s going to be nobler than I am. “Alright slave, go for it” I said as I pushed him back inside me and give him a gentle squeeze; bracing myself against the net with my hands. And go for it he did. This game playing brought out a whole new dimension in Greg. It seemed to give him permission to be more animalistic. I knew I could bring on his climax just by the right amount of squeeze on him so when I thought he’d had a good go, I gave him a bigger squeeze and he came. It was then I discovered I’d made a beginners mistake. As he withdrew, his cum slid down in to the crutch of my bikini, turning it in to a sticky mess. Yuck! I didn’t have any spare pants handy, my dress was far too short to go commando and we were due to be at his parents place for lunch very soon. We did have a towel in the car, so all I could do was give it a good wipe down, damp down the edge of the towel in the sink in the hut to let me give it a fresh water wipeover and then give my pussy as much sun as possible while we were driving to his parents place to try and finish drying it.


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