The Wimbledon Tennis Tournament, the pinnacle event of the year for thousands of people who followed the sport. Yet for two women that year it was something different to follow. Together they agreed to learn as much as they could about the game and its star competitors. It seemed fashionable somehow to get involved, and neither of them had been interested before. It was new and just something to do.
They sat together on the settee and watched the televised broadcast of one of the matches. Slowly they picked up the rules and began to understand how the game of lawn tennis was played. Jody read the book, Teach Yourself Tennis, with enthusiasm, and Louise watched TV, observing the play as it unfolded.
“If you read the rules, it isn’t that boring.” Jody said, thumbing her way through the pages of the book, searching for a particular section on scoring. “But I still can’t understand why it is called love.”
“We should try it.” Louise replied.
Jody took a moment to think and clicked her fingers. “Lets do it!”
“What? You mean go and actually play tennis?”
“Yes. Lets go and get what we need. Racket, tennis balls….”
“……….tiny little skirts and frilly knickers…” Louise added.
“Yes, those too.”
Both girls looked at each other, then spontaneously jumped to their feet. The shopping trip to the city centre was about to begin. Their enthusiasm to learn had now reached a new level; to atleast play the game itself.
There were lots of sport shops selling the clothes and equipment they needed. Money was no problem as they both had it to spend. Jody was on her holiday from work and Louise had her expenses. They shared the purchases and at the end of their expedition, returned home with everything they had bought.
Jody stood at the mirror wearing just the tiny beige pleated slip, admiring the way it hung from her hips, as Louise tried on the white t-shirt, standing behind her. Jody turned to the side to see how much her butt curved. “Don’t you think I look really hot in this?” Jody asked. To Louise, Jody always looked hot. They were lovers and soul mates and both shared an active sexual relationship. Neither of them identified themselves as lesbians, but had agreed mutually that they were simply bi sexual.
The two girls had discovered their sexuality a few years ago. And they became lovers, experimenting with their bodies and sexual feelings, whilst also having relationships with boys. At first it was a secret between them, but as the past years unfolded they became more and more open about their feelings. Friends began to realise that “there was something a bit special between those two”.
Louise knelt behind her and ran her hand over the material of the skirt. Both watched each other’s reflection in the mirror. There was something strongly erotic about seeing themselves. Jody bent forwards slowly, her firm breasts hung pendulous as the skirt rode up, exposing more and more of her buttocks. It was a natural impulse for Louise to touch and feel the smoothness of Jody’s skin and then kisses each cheek tenderly. Jody closed her eyes, feeling the warm kisses upon her and revelling in the pleasant shivers they sent through her.
Louise opened up Jody’s firm cheeks gently, revealing the dark pink folded petals of her flower. The aroma of Jody’s honey-suckle scent drove Louise into a state of erotic ecstasy. Her tongue drawn closer and closer to taste its sweet yet tangy flavour, parting the petals entering a realm of stronger, more exotic juices. Jody let out a sigh, a moan of appreciation as Louise pushed her tongue against her fragile love bud.
The innocent trying-on of their sports wear turned into yet another love making session as Jody kissed Louise on the lips, tasting her own love juice upon them. Slowly she lifted the shirt over Louise’s breasts, admiring the rigidity of her nipples, aroused intensely by the occasion. She sucked gently upon one and then the other, tasting the natural moisturised skin and remnants of sweet soap, with each nipple full and extended in her mouth. Jody looked up at Louise and saw that she was enjoying it, wetting her lips as if simulating the dampening of what was happening between her groins.
The thing that Louise loved the most about Jody, was how tender her tongue could sweep in circles around her navel, promoting orgasmic feelings through one of her most erogenous parts. Louise would quicken her flow of nectar, making her wet, so that Jody then moved her tongue further down over a finely trimmed mound to meet open folds of smooth pink skin, in a wash of aromatic juices.
In between watching the matches on TV and waiting for the rain to clear, the two sporting ladies planned where they should play their first game of tennis. Getting there was no problem as Louise could drive. The bad weather was also having an affect on the tournament itself and some matches were delayed due to the rain that summer. The local tennis courts they had seen were not sufficient for their needs.
“We need to join a tennis club or something.” Louise suggested. Jody looked at her and thought that she had gone completely crazy, but then Louise had this knack of making things happen through the people she knew.
“Can you arrange that?”
“Yes I think so. Give me a few days and I’ll work something out.”
Louise was blessed with the ability to use her charm and cunning extroverted forwardness to manipulate the strongest of those who resisted, especially the men. She called a friend of her mother, whose husband owned a sports club that had an ideal lawn tennis court in the country. Within a few hours it was arranged for one afternoon later that week. It was so easy. Atleast this time she did not have to use her sexuality to woo anyone.
There was a subtle difference between both girls. Jody was tall and well endowed, and her dark auburn hair and looks reflected a more robust background and upbringing. Whereas Louise was petite, blonde and oozed with that sexy yet innocent look that most men desired. Unlike lesbians, neither of them was masculine or feminine in their sexual role-play, both were distinctly feminine and enjoyed being the sex that they were. Together they made up a team through their friendship and love for each other that was based on protecting each other and fulfilling each other’s desires.
They drove to the country club on the afternoon of their first taste of playing tennis. The weather was fine but cloudy and neither of them knew exactly what to do for sure. They had watched the game unfold on TV and read a few of the rules, those that they could atleast crudely understand.
The caretaker waited for them. To his understanding, they were two women who knew the game and needed somewhere to practice. Infact, they looked the part as they carried their equipment in the smart hold-alls, dressed like Wimbledon professionals, entering the court arena. He watched from behind the laced wire fence expecting to see some really good play and to admire their feminine physique.
Jody threw the ball into the air to make the first serve and missed. Louise squatted, holding her racket as they did on TV expecting the serve that never came. “Hold on, I’ll try that again.” Her second attempted serve hit the net and the ball bounced and rolled back to her. “Am I doing this right?” The caretaker lifted his cap and scratched his head.
Eventually they got things moving. Their first game ever was a display of mis-serves and poorly attempted replies, nearly every reply was missed, and neither could handle their rackets correctly. Louise smashed her racket into the soft ground trying to hit the ball on numerous occasions and noticed that she was digging up more of the grass in clumps.
“Excuse me for asking.” The caretaker called over to them. “But are you two women just messing around?”
“Why?” Jody asked.
“Well, I don’t think I have ever seen such a game as that in my life. You are playing tennis aren’t you?”
“Of course we are.” Louise replied. “That is why we’re here.”
“I was told that you two were semi-pros. I just wondered that’s all.”
They realised at that moment how stupid they must have looked. But it did not deter them from trying further to master the game. After an hour they began to pick up the basic skills and their game started to show some resemblance of a tennis match. They had worked up a sweat in the humidity of the warm weather and then decided to call it a day and the score was lost in their concentration to perfect their moves.
“What now?” Jody asked throwing her racket to the ground.
“A shower in the clubhouse.” Louise pointed. “And a drink wouldn’t go a miss.”
“Yes, unlike your serves.”
“What do you mean? You serves were far worst than mine.” The two walked from the court, arguing with each other over their game until they reached the clubhouse. The manager waited for them after being given a report by the caretaker.
“Excuse me you two?” he beckoned them with his finger. “Are you members?”
“Yes.” Louise replied defiantly.
“I have never seen you here before. And from what I gather, you can’t even play tennis to save your lives.”
“Ahh, well you see, we are new members.” Louise explained.
“Is that right? Ok show me your credentials then.”
“What credentials?”
“Your membership passes.”
“They’re in the post.” Jody replied quickly. “Can we have a drink now?”
The manager shuck his head and opened the bar. “And a shower?” Louise asked, politely smiling at him. His patience was stretched, but had they been two lads, he would have confronted them further and most likely had them both escorted from the premises instantly. He pointed to the stairs and gave them instructions to the ladies shower room.
“Its quiet here isn’t it?” Jody commented. “I thought this place would have been full of posh gits all getting pissed around the bar.” Louise diplomatically pulled her away rapidly and both girls dashed up the stairs before they pushed the manager further, beyond his limits.
“It was pathetic watching them two,” the caretaker said. “But, you know these kids, they will try anything.”
“Yes I know,” the manager replied with a grin on his face. “The boss allowed them to use the courts. I was just winding them up. Two bonny lasses. Will you excuse me George, I have to tend to something in the office?”
The manager left the bar and made his way up the stairs. The ladies shower room door was open slightly and he gently pushed the door open wide enough to see the two girls. They were stripping their clothes and laughing about their attempted tennis game, and how atleast they got to play for the first time ever, despite the fiasco. Jody placed her hand upon Louise’s breast tenderly and smiled. “Your nipple feels nice and hard,” she told her friend.
“I know. I feel kind of horny.” Louise replied, smiling back at her.
The manager watched quietly, but Louise had noticed him and remained passive. Jody cupped her own breasts and offered them to her friend and Louise began to lick each one in turn, sucking them into her mouth and releasing them, making them stand to attention. Jody closed her eyes, enjoying the treatment and revelling in the sensations it gave to her as her hands reached around Louise’s body touching her buttocks from the small of her back.
“I want you.” Jody whispered. “I want you so much.”
“Lets shower first.”
“Better still, I want you to do me in the shower.”
“OK.” Louise smiled.
Together the girls dashed into the shower and left the curtain conveniently open. The manager continued to watch; unbeknown that one of them knew he was there and they soaped each other’s bodies, enjoying their own intimate company until things began to go further as Louise looked at her friend in the cascade of warm soothing water. “Are you ready for this?” Louise asked. Jody smiled and nodded her head in reply. “Here goes.” Louise ran her finger over the smooth wet skin of Jody’s navel, touching gently until she reached the pubic mound of dark hair. Jody closed her eyes anticipating what was to come next. Two fingers slipped between her labial folds and continued to press further and deeper as Louise made her advances. They kissed passionately as the spray ran over both their faces, locked in tender bliss.
The manager became aroused at the vision before him. Two girls making love in the shower, in a way that only two women could. Louise’s fingers found their way to Jody’s love bud and rubbed it gently, softly so that Jody could benefit from the tender touch at first.
“Mmmmmm…” Jody gave her a signal, a lament of satisfaction that she was beginning to enjoy Louise’s strokes. “Harder please, make me cum,” she whispered into her lovers’ ear. Louise responded, feeling her own satisfaction of doing what she was doing, filling her sensorium with tingling pleasure. The shower unit echoed with both their cries of shared gratification and the manager watched, intently feeling his own pleasure at the sight before him.
He knew that it was not his place to do what he so much desired; instead he continued to watch until the girls had finished and composed themselves before going into his office. There he sat at his desk and with the vision still in his mind he made haste to satisfy himself. Something that he had not done for a long time and it became apparent as he jerked his creamy charge into own hand.
The caretaker had made coffee for the girls, ready for when they returned to the bar in their fresh clean clothes and still dampened hair from the shower they had taken. They both thanked him as they took their place at the table.
“Where is the manager?” Louise asked.
“In his office. Are you two feeling better now?” the caretaker asked. Both girls looked at each other and giggled.
“You bet we feel better.” Jody said, mischievously grinning. “Aren’t we my dear?”
“Of course. There is nothing as refreshing as a nice shower.” Louise replied. They both began to giggle again at the real meaning behind their words.
The manager walked down the stairs and into the bar. Louise smiled at him, knowing in her own mind what he had been doing in his office and knowing also that he had been watching them in the shower. “Have you been busy?” she asked. He smiled and looked at her.
“Yes I have. Did you two enjoy your shower?”
“Oh yes thank you, we did. Did you?” His face grew slightly red at the suggestion Louise had made.
“Er….enjoy your coffee’s ladies.”
Jody caught the gist of what had been said and looked at her friend for an explanation, but Louise sipped her coffee and grinned. An explanation if any will be made later.
The girls left the clubhouse and walked towards their car. “Ok, what happened while we were in the shower?” Jody asked. “Was the manager watching us?”
“Yes. He was hiding behind the door and I could see him.”
“You mean he saw us fucking in the shower?”
“Of course. I wanted him to see us. It made it all the more exciting.”
“For you perhaps.”
“Come on Jody, it was fun. I know he tossed himself off at what he saw. I feel sorry for the caretaker though.”
“Why?”
“He never got the chance to be part of it.”
“Thanks a lot. You could have told me.”
“I just did.”
The end of the Wimbledon fortnight arrived and the girls sat, hugging their cushions re-capping the past two weeks events after watching the men’s finals on tv. The thing was, neither of them really got into the tennis game and it was dismissed as a failed but interesting experience. They had spent a small fortune on sports wear and tennis equipment, which was now destined to be stored away in the closet forever.
“We could sell it.” Jody suggested.
“Nah! I like the clothes. We can have fun dressing up in them.” Louise explained. “I think you look really hot in yours. Especially the skirt and those frilly knickers.”
“You look fantastic in yours too.” Jody replied, smiling.
A moment’s silence fell upon both of them as their imaginations began to work busily through their minds simultaneously. Like true soul mates they were thinking the same thoughts and then they looked at each other and giggled.
“Shall we?” Jody asked.
“Mmmmmm…oh yeah! Lets do it!”
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