"Five-all," I announced as the green ball bounced off the boundary line on my side of the court. "Your game's improving, Miss Haskell."
Her game had been improving, but not so well as to catch up with me. I hadn't been playing at my best. I had been taking in her movements as she ran around the court, her breasts jiggling provocatively under her shirt as she returned my serves, wondering how it would feel to cup those perfect buttocks every time she bent over to pick the ball. Not the least reason hampering me was that you don't run around with a boner you're trying to hide between your legs.
"Thank you, Mr. Hinton", she smiled sweetly exposing that beautiful gap tooth. She bent over to pick one of the spare balls. Her grip was becoming firmer. I made a mental note to compliment her on it during one of the tantrums that come after I've pushed her too hard.
"I've told you to call me James," I said to her, as I waited for her to serve.
She stuck out her tongue. "I've told you to call me Helen."
"Okay Helen," I said. "That's not the way to stand -- your weight is not well distributed over your legs. You won't be able to recover easily if I make a well-placed shot to your right."
"Thank you, James," she smiled coquettishly at me.
I've never completely understood Helen Haskell. She's one of those innocent-looking ladies who never use a curse word, whose looks won't melt butter, although a little naughtiness seeps to the surface once in awhile. I wondered how she'd look on her knees sucking me off, impaled on my dick, or spreading her butt cheeks.
"Not another set of rules, James," she pouted. "Why don't we take a break?"
I wiped the sweat off my brow and walked into the house with her, my eyes on the shapely ass swinging from side to side in front of me. My concentration was so great that when she stopped, I didn't notice. I bumped into her and stopped.
The silence was deafening. We stood for almost an eternity, not daring to breath. My erection was poking against her ass. We both knew I was no longer the neighbor-turned-tennis-instructor when I reached around her and sliding my hands up her sides, stopped when her breasts were nestled in my palm.
She breathed again.
"I've been waiting for you to do that for a long time," her voice was perfectly calm, almost conversational as I kneaded her boobs.
"What's 'that'?" I asked, just as calmly.
"Play with my tits," she replied, pushing her ass back into my hard member.
"How long have you been waiting for this, Miss Haskell?" I teased. Her bum was still rubbing against my boner, sending shock waves through my body. I helped her off with her shirt and undid the clasps of her bra. I pulled on her taut nipples and she gasped.
"It's been quite a while. Ever since you moved... AH!" I had slipped my hands without warning into her shorts, and my fingers were playing at the entrance to her core. I slipped my thumbs into her, massaging her clit with my index fingers.
"I'm waiting for an answer, Miss Haskell," I teased into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.
Her response was a loud moan, and her body began to shake as she shot her liquid all over my fingers. wetting her shorts. The squirts were intense, racking her body and she had to lean even further against me to steady herself.
I withdrew my hands and spun her slowly around. She threw her hands around my neck. With an arm around her waist, and one just below her bottom, I lifted her off the ground and we kissed as I headed for the sofa.
I sat her down and lay her face down on my lap, her ass just below my gaze. I slipped off her white shorts and panties, and took my time admiring her proffered bum. I ran my hands lightly over it, enjoying the feel, caressing it almost with reverence.
I spread her cheeks slowly, but she didn't tense at my examination of this most private region. Nestled in the crack of her buttocks was the pink, wrinkly rosebud. She was breathing slowly and shallowly now.
I blew lightly on the nape of her neck, tracing a line down her spine and stopping at her tailbone. We both waited. I spread her ass even further, watching her asshole open up slightly, then wet my finger in the sweat around her ass crack.
"That tickles," she giggled when I stroked her anus in concentric circles, homing in on the entrance. Slowly, my finger sank in and I pulled most of it out just as slowly. Gradually increasing my pace, I began to finger fuck her ass. She reached behind her and spread them for me, her increasing moans signalling she was on the verge of coming. I stopped suddenly and pulled out, giving her two sharp swats.
"Fuck you, Mr Hinton," she whispered under her breath.
"Not yet," I mocked. "And the name's James."
"Let's take a shower," I announced. She got off my lap and together we eliminated my clothes.
She looked longingly at my cock and stroked it. I could see her mouth watering as she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. There was the slight pain when her teeth touched me accidentally, but she corrected quickly and I leaned back to enjoy the sensations. Unconsciously, I began to thrust into her mouth, grasping her behind her head and choking her on my cock.
"OOOf," she spluttered and I let go of her head, stopping my thrusting at the same time. She looked up at me, her clear brown eyes mesmerizing me as she licked me sensuously.
I stopped her when I was about to come. "Let's take a shower."
We raced to the shower. She was far more lithe on her feet than I was, and when I got in, she had run a bath and was standing under the shower, soaping her neck. I got in and took the soap from her, soaping her breasts and nipples, then turning her around to work on her back.
I had her bend over, then ran the soap in the crack of her ass. She held her buttocks open for me. I rubbed the soap in my hands, then inserted my slippery finger into her ass in one go. She began to rock back and forth, fucking my finger with her ass, getting more of my finger into her with each stroke.
With a shudder, she came and I had to hold her while she squirted all over the floor. She stood erect and I kissed her everywhere -- eyes, the tip of her nose, her tits, the nape of her neck, finally coming back to her lips.
She picked the soap and began to coat my cock with foam. I broke the kiss, watching her as she gave me a slippery handjob, juggling my balls in her other hand.
I shot my come onto her hand, grunting with each eruption of semen. Her hand kept going until I had it all out.
We rinsed the soap suds off ourselves and that was sufficient time for me to get aroused again. I bent her over, her hands gripping the bath and stabbed my cock into her from behind. It was a torrid fuck, wild and uninhibited with a kind of passion I'd never have guessed existed in her.
My grunts and her moans filled the air as we both came, her hips bucking back and forth even after I was done. I waited until she relaxed, then we got into the bath.
After we'd towelled ourselves dry and were dressed once again, I looked her over. She didn't look one bit like she'd just been fucked.
She saw me to the door, my swat on her rump the only reminder of what had transpired that afternoon.
