The sweat dripped down his tan face barely missing his long eyelashes.  His muscular chest moved rhythmically up and down as he slowed down to catch his breath.  He leaned up against the wall as the ball dropped from his hand and rolled down the court.  Looking right through me he smiled with devilish eyes knowing he beat me once again.   My body was electric from the competition.  I smiled back as the wave of pleasure grew between my thighs.  I watched as he moved toward me, his clothes wet from playing so hard and cheeks flushed from the exercise.  My body screamed for him to take me right there on the court!

As he got closer, the scent of his cologne mixed with sweat penetrated my senses, igniting another rush through my body.  He commanded me to turn around as he wrapped his muscular arms around mine.  My heart pounded as I did what he said.  His shirt sleeve lifted enough to bare tatoo markings of younger days gone wild.  My mind instantly ran to the wild bad-boy I was hoping he'd be.  My breathing increased in the anticipation of what he would do next.  His hand slid over mine as he showed me how to hold the racquet.  He moved in closer pressing himself into me as his hardness grew.  He leaned into my ear and asked if I could feel the pressure as he squeezed his hands and pushed closer...

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