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{ASSM} Tennis in Phoenix (lesbian, FF) (Katherine T.)
The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.
All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com
Author's note: I wrote this story some years ago under another
pseudonym. I've made some changes and I'm now posting the new
version for the first time on ASSM.
Tennis in Phoenix
by Katherine T.
Billie knows Sheila does not respond well to certain
attitudes. For instance, Sheila will not be happy if, when she
arrives, she finds Billie ready for sex. Unreasonable, of course,
but Sheila has her quirks, and Billie prides herself on knowing
the quirks of all her women. Billie is in Phoenix only one day,
an afternoon exhibition match, and she wants Sheila this evening.
She needs to unwind, she always badly needs to get laid after a
day of hard tennis, and after two previous occasions with Sheila,
Billie knows Sheila can do it for her. They haven't seen each
other in several months, but that doesn't matter. Sheila has more
or less told Billie she would be available whenever Billie passed
through Phoenix. Sheila has time, more time than she knows what
to do with. Her husband is an important Phoenix real estate
developer, and all Sheila does is play around in the sun. And
play around with girls. It was Sheila who a year ago
propositioned Billie after Billie won the Southwestern Open.
Billie remembers Sheila's words: "You're good, but I bet you're
even better in bed than on the tennis court." And of course
Billie proved it to her. Had her tossing and moaning in Billie's
hotel suite. Sent her home exhausted, radiant.
Nevertheless, Sheila is much too conservative to arrive this
evening and be happy to find Billie ready for the bed. Billie
understands that Sheila wants a bit of pretense. Decorum as
foreplay. If Billie were calling on Sheila, Billie would be
perfectly happy to find Sheila in a diaphanous nightgown. In fact
it would simplify things a great deal: no need to fuss with
buttons, zippers, and hooks. Slip the nightgown off and there
would be Sheila's lovely body offered as a feast.
Billie takes a final look at herself in the mirror and she's
pleased with what she sees. She wears her twenty-eight years
quite well. She's getting to be too old for a tennis pro, and
maybe in two years she'll hang up her racket for good, but in the
meantime she enjoys it. She enjoys the court, she enjoys the
life, she enjoys the nomadic existence. The nights with women
like Sheila. Keep a fit body and get lots of fucking. Billie's
body has yet to develop any trace of flab. Her muscles are as
well-toned as they were ten years ago, and she keeps them that
way by regular workouts and exercise on days when she's not on
the court. And of course there's the steady sex and the special
stimulation that new women continually provide. Billie is
convinced that dykes are more inclined to let themselves grow fat
and sloppy when they have only one woman to take to bed. They
lose their regard for themselves as sexual animals; they lose
their incentive to appear at their best. Billie adores the
admiration of women, the way her athletic ability and bodily
strength turns them on.
The door-knocker sounds, and with a last look at herself in
the mirror, Billie turns to answer it.
Sheila sails into the room and Billie closes the door behind
her.
Sheila comes eagerly into Billie's arms. Hungry. Their
mouths seal together, their tongues tangling. The high full
mounds of Sheila's breasts burn against Billie's. Sheila's belly
undulates against Billie's body.
"I was so hot watching you on the court today. You were
wonderful. You're always wonderful."
Billie grips Sheila tightly around her back, then Billie
slides her right down and over the springy bulge of Sheila's ass,
feeling the lush shape of each buttock and the crack between
them. Billie's fingertips trace the crease beneath each buttock.
She gently pats the plump mounds and enjoys their vibrant quiver
through Sheila's thin dress.
Billie's clit is erect. She can feel it. She imagines the
head of her clit poking out of its hood and the image excites
her. She has a large vigorous clit and most women are thrilled by
it. Billie remembers how Sheila fawned over it.
The kiss ends, and Billie allows Sheila to step back.
Breathing hard, Sheila says: "Oh, darling! God, I could
hardly wait to get here. Can I have a drink?"
"Of course. Bourbon, isn't it?"
"You're a darling to remember that."
Billie moves to the bar as Sheila crosses to the window that
commands a view of all of central Phoenix.
"It's ironic," Sheila says.
"What is?"
"My husband owns a piece of this hotel."
"Oh?"
"And here I am being naughty in it."
"Very naughty, I hope."
"Did you think of me on the court?"
"Yes, of course."
That's a lie. When she's on a court, Billie never thinks of
anything but the game.
Billie carries the drinks across the room, and after handing
Sheila's drink to her, Billie casually lets her hand slide down
Sheila's back again to cup one of the cheeks of her bottom.
It's Sheila's ass that Billie has been thinking about. A
half dozen times in the past four months. And then after today's
match, after everyone was gone and while she had a quick shower
in the locker room, it was Sheila's ass that came into her mind
and turned her on. Billie is like that with her women. In Denver
there's a woman with the most exquisite nipples. In San Antonio a
Mexican girl with a dark deliciously ripe cunt. In New York a
fashion model with the loveliest legs on earth. And here in
Phoenix she has Sheila and Sheila's ass.
Sheila turns to Billie with a warm smile. "I love it when
you touch me. Any time. Anywhere. I never like to be pawed, but
with you it's different."
She rubs her nose against Billie's. The heels Sheila wears
make them the same height. Billie nips at Sheila's lush lips,
then licks the lips with her tongue. Sheila makes a sound of
wanting and opens her mouth to receive Billie's tongue inside.
Their lips come together again, this time with Billie's tongue
wriggling inside Sheila's mouth.
Sheila nearly spills her drink as Billie kisses her. She's
holding the glass of bourbon out to the side, but her head is
reeling and she's so hot with excitement she can barely maintain
her equilibrium.
Billie holds Sheila loosely with her free hand. Then,
remembering what Sheila just said about being touched anywhere at
any time, Billie drops her hand to the backs of Sheila's thighs
and she slowly lifts Sheila's dress to get her hand underneath
it. She slides her hand over the rounds of Sheila's bottom. The
nylon pants that cling to the globes are thin enough to be
insignificant, thin and sleek and exciting to Billie who adores
nylon and silk on her women.
Sheila sways her hips as Billie pets her ass all over.
Through the panties, Billie traces the groove between the cheeks.
She rubs both delectable moons. Finally, her fingertips creep
under the panty elastic at one side and she strokes the fullness
of a buttock directly.
Sheila responds with a harsh moan. "God, how you turn me
on!" She kisses Billie again, her lips and teeth clamping on
Billie's intruding tongue.
When they stop kissing, Billie says: "I guess you like
having your ass touched."
"Especially by you!"
Billie slides her hand completely inside Sheila's pants,
caressing both warm rubbery buttocks. The flesh is firm, despite
Sheila's almost forty years. The plump ass of a girl half her
age. Sheila's ass in Phoenix, Billie thinks. She restrains the
urge to hurry Sheila into bed. She's enjoying this, enjoying the
dalliance. She enjoys making herself wait for pleasure.
But since they've gone this far, she may as well remove
Sheila's pants. She grips the waistband of the panties and she
draws them down, pulling them inside out as they leave Sheila's
ass and pussy. Still kissing Sheila, unable to see anything,
Billie feels the warm inner crotch of the briefs and finds it
wet. She pushes the pants down Sheila's thighs as far as she can
reach, nearly to Sheila's knees.
Billie breaks the kiss, lifts her glass to her mouth and
sips her drink. Sheila is wobbling on her high heels, her hand
shaking as she too sips from her glass.
Then Sheila says: "Here, take this. I don't need any more."
Billie puts both drinks down. She gazes at the passionate
anxiety in Sheila's face, then down at the red panties that are
now wound around Sheila's knees.
"Red," Billie says.
"Anyone looking at this window can see us."
"Do you care?"
"No, let them look. Let them get an eyeful."
Billie drops to her knees in front of Sheila and caresses
Sheila's legs as she slides the pants down to her shoes. Sheila
leans against Billie's shoulder and raises her feet one at a time
as Billie frees the undergarment.
Now Billie runs her hands up the backs of Sheila's legs, up
to the tops of Sheila's stockings, above the tops of her
stockings and onto the warm full slabs of her thighs. Billie
squeezes the pliant flesh, the garter straps trapped between her
hands and Sheila's skin. Then she slides her fingers underneath
the straps and she kneads Sheila's thighs until Sheila moans with
pleasure.
"God, I can hardly stand up!" Her thighs still covered by
her dress, Sheila moves her legs a bit further apart. She can
feel the lips of her pussy rubbing against each other, the hot
oozing moisture. She wants Billie. In the beginning, the idea of
bedding a woman tennis star was a novelty, something daring. But
Billie turned out to be such an expert lover, so skillful, so in
tune with Sheila's needs.
Billie moves her hands the rest of the way up to cup
Sheila's buttocks. She bounces the smooth round masses on her
palms. She grips them hard and wiggles them one against the
other.
"Oh, Billie... I can't stand any more! I'm going to come!"
"Don't," Billie says, removing her hands and rising.
Sweeping Sheila up in her arms, Billie carries her to the
bedroom and deposits her in the center of the large bed.
Sheila watches as Billie stands beside the bed and strips
herself naked. Pants, shirt, undershirt. Sheila's eyes narrow,
her lips slack, as she watches Billie peel the jockey shorts down
to complete the unveiling.
Billie's mound is hairless, shaved smooth, the top of her
slit just visible as a dark groove. Her body is lean, muscles
well defined in her legs and thighs and arms.
Sheila says: "I was never wrong about you."
"In what way."
"When we first met, I decided you wouldn't be a stone butch.
I was right."
Billie chuckles. "I was at one time."
"With all your women?"
"With most."
"And then you changed."
"And then I changed."
As Billie walks to the side of the bed, Sheila raises a
tentative hand toward Billie's belly.
But Billie shakes her head. "No, not yet. I want to strip
you first."
"Yes! Get me out of these clothes!"
Billie attacks the skirt of Sheila's two-piece dress and
tugs it down as Sheila lifts her rump. The garter belt is red
satin, framing the carefully trimmed dark triangle. Sheila's legs
are still closed, the puffy outer lips of her pussy pressed
closely together.
Billie helps Sheila sit up and she removes the top of
Sheila's dress. Sheila's breasts are cradled in a snug-fitting
red satin bra. The canyon between the white soft slopes is deep
and shadowed. As Billie bends to unhook the bra at the back, she
presses her lips against the exposed top of a breast and kisses
it.
The bra gives, and Billie slides her hand to Sheila's front.
She reaches into the slack bra cup to grasp the thrusting breast
that she's kissing. She lifts the breast free of the bra, and her
mouth slides to the large ruddy nipple. Her lips catch hold, and
she draws the nipple in with a deep wet kiss.
Sheila whimpers, twisting her shoulders, wiggling the breast
in Billie's mouth. Billie's hand grips the other breast and she
begins to knead it. Sheila reaches for Billie's pussy, her hand
probing, her fingers slipping between the hairless lips to find
Billie's engorged clitoris.
Sheila groans. "I've been thinking about this all day.
Thinking about your clit. I thought about it while I watched you
play tennis. Oh! I'm going to come!" She pants as Billie
continues sucking her breast.
Billie pulls her mouth away, her lips making a sucking
sound. She moves to the other breast and traps that one, pulling
the firm nipple back on top of her tongue. She licks the nipple
up and down, lashing it and sucking it at the same time. No
tenderness. She feels no tenderness now. Only a devouring lust
for Sheila's body.
Sheila is wild with desire. Part of it is the danger of
being caught. But mostly it's Billie, the way Billie looks, the
way Billie turns her on. Billie's audacity and strength. The
knowledge that with Billie their are no limits. But she wants
more than having her breasts sucked.
"Billie, screw me! Get into me, please!"
Using both hands, Billie pulls away slightly, lifts Sheila's
breasts with her fingers, then drops them. The breasts bounce,
the stiff red nipples pointing at the ceiling.
Billie backs away and climbs onto the bed between Sheila's
knees. She grips Sheila's full thighs from underneath and she
spreads them wide apart. Sheila's red cunt is a gaping flower,
the lovely dark hair curling outward along each lip, the long
groove drenched inside. Her clit is up, the erection clearly
visible under the sheath.
Tingling, Billie imagines.
She'll make it tingle even more. She'll make it tingle
enough to get Sheila coming against her face. Billie's moment of
glory is to have a woman's cunt shuddering against her mouth. She
dives to the pudding now, down to the luscious wet flower, her
nose filled with the musky scent of Sheila's arousal. She sucks
noisily, her tongue sinking deep into the tender crevice, darting
like a pink lizard.
Sheila sobs, rubbing her thighs against the sides of
Billie's head, her legs bicycling in the air. Billie slides her
hands up the front of Sheila's body to grasp her tossing breasts.
She punishes the rubbery globes as she sucks with more
determination.
Sheila is in a vortex, a red swirling haze of unreason. She
no longer cares about anything but this. The exquisite sucking...
sucking... sucking at her cunt, the slithering, sliding caresses
of Billie's deep-probing tongue that repeatedly invades her slit,
withdraws, invades again, whips and strokes her clit.
Instinctively, Sheila begins to bob her pussy against Billie's
face.
Billie knows Sheila is about to topple over the top of the
mountain, topple and roll blissfully down the other side. She
wants Sheila to topple abruptly, wants her to roll fast and far.
She quickly fastens her lips around Sheila's firm little pea of a
clit and she sucks hard as Sheila screams and comes.
Billie feels Sheila's pleasure rippling from her head to her
toes. She keeps sucking Sheila's clit until Sheila is all the way
down, after which she lifts her face and smiles.
"Feel better now?"
"Oh!"
Billie takes hold of Sheila's nearest thigh with both hands
and lifts it. Sheila's knee bends and her foot slides along the
bed. Billie leaves the leg propped up, and she bends to lick
Sheila's thigh just above the top of her stocking. She releases
one garter strap, licks where the clasp had pressed, releases
another garter strap, catches the slack edge of hose with her
tongue tip. She uses her tongue to slide the stocking down,
carrying it as far as Sheila's knee. Then she moves around on the
bed and she attacks the other stocking in the same manner.
Sheila's thighs are soon completely bare, her stockings at her
knees. Now Billie backs up and she grips both rumpled stocking
tops to pull the hose completely off Sheila's legs.
Sheila opens her thighs wide, gazing at Billie through the V
of her knees.
"I love showing myself to you. I love it when you look at my
cunt."
"It's a beautiful cunt," Billie says, stroking it gently
with her fingertips. The flower is wet and open, glistening with
Sheila's juices. "But roll over, won't you? Roll over for
Billie."
Sheila turns over, not quite certain what's coming next,
excited by the possibilities. When they were together before,
Billie made perfectly indecent love to her bottom. Sheila wants
it again, but she doesn't dare ask for it. She can't imagine
asking Billie for something like that. In one way it repels her
because it's so nasty, but she wants it anyway. Or wants it
because of the nastiness. Billie Brandon, the tennis star, doing
that to her! Oh yes, she's going to do it! Sheila realizes that
when Billie takes firm hold of her plump buttocks and pulls them
apart.
She's looking at it now. She's looking at it, Sheila thinks.
Her senses run riot with anticipation.
Then she feels Billie's hot breath against her rear crevice.
Her anus puckers involuntarily. Now. Now!
"Oh!"
Billie licks at the dark little hole... licking... licking
it. Sheila moans, rotates her ass against Billie's face. Billie
grips Sheila's hips more firmly to hold her still. She spreads
the buttocks even further. She pushes with her tongue, pushing
into the sensitive spot.
Sheila groans as Billie's tongue pops through.
Billie adores it. She feels the anal muscles spasming wildly
as she moves her tongue. She thrusts in and out with a steady
rhythm, then rotates her tongue to widen the passage, to make it
softer. She slides her left hand underneath her chin, the fingers
searching, probing into Sheila's vagina with one outside finger
stroking her clit. Then Billie slides her right hand down to her
own pussy, catching her own clit between her forefinger and
middle finger, pinching it, tugging at it rhythmically as her
tongue keeps working.
Phoenix, Billie thinks. This is Phoenix, all right. She
starts coming at the same time Sheila does, her face pressed into
the darkness, the two bodies glued together and undulating on the
wide bed in Phoenix.
end
All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com
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