Game, set and match

 Again I served right in front of her feet, an attack that my tennis teacher could only answer with a high ball. She needed time to face again and only this ball gave her that time. But this time her defense failed, the ball fell short, did not give her the opportunity to position herself on the baseline, but rather gave me the chance to end the competitive game. Long and far, just as she had taught me, a ball that she could not possibly run out of her situation, that was getting longer and longer. The game was over, while she was still trying desperately to run the ball, I had already thrown my bat and raised my clenched fists to the sky in a winning pose.
The ball hit the field, bounced, out of reach for the former Czech world-class player. I had defeated her, for the first time I had done everything she had taught me.
Cursing, as if she had just lost Wimbledon, she came on the network, shook my hand in appreciation, breathed a kiss as always ... no, not as always. For the first time her lips touched mine, not my cheeks as usual. It was a pleasant feeling to feel her lips like that, more intimate than the usual kiss on the cheek. “Well played, little one,” she praised me, praise I proudly took note of. `Little one`, she called me that since our first tennis lesson - the 42-year-old with the body of a 25-year-old at most. I never asked her if she meant the almost 20-year age difference or the three centimeters by which she towered over me.
As we left the field, my mind still lingered on her kiss. Kisses on the cheek were common with us, you don’t think anything about it, but today her lips touched mine for the first time. It was a strange, but somehow pleasant feeling to feel the lips of my tennis instructor, even if only for a short time. In appreciation, she put her arm around me, lectured again about the past game, and I noticed that she was already a little pissed off to be defeated by me, her student. The times when she dominated the world rankings were long gone, she now gives private lessons to customers who can afford it, but she cannot lose that, as in the past.
As always, we stood together in the shower, I admired her body, still slim and fit like in her best times, not a gram of fat weighed on her form; she looked like she could still register for Wimbledon today and would at least survive the first few rounds.
But somehow everything was different today, there was a strange tension in the air. And not just because of the kiss that I still have to think back to. Even while I was taking off my sweaty tennis clothes, I thought I could feel their eyes on me in a strange, peculiar way. They no longer just brushed against me, as usual, no, they stuck directly to me, came very close to me in an unfamiliar way, especially to body parts that I normally don't present in public that much.

It was a wonderful feeling to feel the warm water of the shower on my skin after the last five sentences and my triumph over Tina. Tina had to do the same, she also enjoyed this benefit, stretched her arms upwards, enjoyed the game of the drops that almost flowed down her trained body in torrents. I loved to watch the play of the water droplets on my body, forgetting to watch them from the happy beginning of their life to the sudden end in the mass of water on the shower floor.
But somehow I couldn't calm down today. Was it still the pent-up joyful emotion of victory over my teacher or her look that still seemed to assess my body, caressing it almost tenderly. Were the stories in the rainbow press true, after all, that they had a tender affair with their doubles partner, that they made the ideal couple not only on the tennis court?

Lost in thought I winced at her touch, felt how she began to rub my body with shower lotion. “You won today,” she explained, “that's why you can let yourself be pampered today”,

I let Tina have it, almost felt like the winner in a competition in the times of ancient cultures, when the winner was anointed and oiled by the loser. Yes, today I wanted to be pampered by my tennis instructor.
It was a relief to have the cool shower gel spread over her body by her hands, which were delicate despite the age difference, and to feel the warming jet of the shower on my skin. Tina not only spread the gel on my body, no, she also massaged me a bit, kneaded my shoulders, my hips, gently caressed my back. She turned in front of me, began to drip the gehl on my breasts, spread it with skillful fingers, slid deeper until she reached my clean-shaven Venus. With two fingers she spread my legs a little and gently slid into them. Your touch of my most intimate was an explosion, almost no one was allowed to touch me here, mostly it was me when my hot dreams came in my lonely bedroom, aroused and woke me up,
Her skilful fingers played on me, gently penetrated the slit between my legs, opened it for a finger's breadth to start cheekily to explore the grotto in which my love pearl slumbered deeply.
With my eyes closed I let her go, no longer felt the pattering of the water on my body, had lost all contact with the world around me.
As quickly as Tina's fingers were submerged in me, as quickly they dived out of the lake that had formed in the middle of my paradise, so quickly did I return to reality without knowing whether I had really experienced it or whether it was just one of my hot daydreams.
Tina threw me a towel, laughed: "Come on, dry off, winner, and then off to the sauna with us".
I love this relaxation after a hard training session, Tina and I usually sit across from each other, review the training session, discuss progress and mistakes, enjoy the soothing warmth and the scent of the infusion agent. Today, for the first time, after the infusion, which Tina traditionally made, we sat far from each other in the spacious wooden cabin; Tina sat down on the top step behind me as a matter of course and began to knead my shoulders again. Purring like a kitten, I let Tina do it, closed my eyes, and wandered off to my dreamland.
There it was again, that almost unknown feeling between my legs, which I usually only experienced when I was alone with myself, that tingling sensation that you felt as a child, shortly before the Christmas presents, only it was more intense, clearer. It was a relief to be pampered by Tina in this way for my victory, during her active time she would certainly not have treated a winner so delicately, much more likely, furiously, she would have thrown the racket at her.
"Is that okay?", Tina asked me without stopping her gentle kneading, my satisfied purring seemed to be her answer enough. “You have very soft skin,” she praised, “it's a wonderful feeling to touch it”. Her hands slid lower, towards my gently rising hills, to where the white skin stood out clearly against my tanned complexion. Tina seemed to know what she was doing, no one had touched my breasts in this way before, made sure that just through these touches my warm, humid south felt as if a brief, heavy shiver had descended on it. Warmth penetrated me, warmth that increased to an almost unbearable heat that billowed through me, a heat that couldn't come exclusively from the sauna, no, a heat that came from within, as suddenly as a volcanic eruption, filled me completely. I lay down on my stomach, completely surrendering to Tina's pampering program, her tender, kneading hands. Lower and lower, they slid, caressing, kneading, over my back, my hips, until both of their hands had finally reached my buttocks, kneading them as well, as if my teacher wasn't a professional tennis player, but a top masseuse.
A finger slid cheekily through my buttocks, played cheekily on my sensitive rosette, penetrated very easily, but did not dare to venture too far forward, but rather quickly began to retreat to devote himself to my other column, the column, from which in batches an unprecedented excitement seized my trembling body, a conflagration I had never experienced on this scale.
I was still on the middle sauna level, purring like a kitten behind the stove in winter, my satisfied purring mingled more and more with a lustful moan, only to become more and more a moan, the further and deeper her finger went into my gap prepared.
All of my blood seemed to pool where Tina used her skillful fingers. The jade touch of my labia made my body tremble, tremble to an unprecedented extent. Her free hand still slid over my body, gentle and delicate as a breath of wind, conjured up goose bumps on me, like the first still cool sun of the beginning of spring, the rays of which I enjoyed naked in a mown corn field.
Tina grabbed my arm, sat me up next to her, stroked my cheeks, my hair off my face. She sat smiling in front of me, not a word escaped her lips, lips that said more than a thousand words just by smiling. Her lips approached mine, trying to kiss her, but by some reflex I pushed Tina back. She looked at me, not angry or disappointed; it was an understanding look, just as if she realized that with this kiss she had gone a step too far. But I wanted it, I wanted to feel how Tina's lips taste, how tender they are, I wanted to know how Tina kisses. Was my rejection just a reflex, a reaction to her unexpected attempt to kiss, after she had gone so far in my excitable parts of my body? I did not know it, I only knew one thing: I wanted to feel her lips, wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed by a woman. My arms slid around Tina, drawing her slowly towards me, closer, closer and closer, our lips came closer and closer; mine already opened slightly in anticipation until they finally touched each other gently. Wheels of fire ignited in my body, setting everything in me into bright flames. It wasn't Tina's tongue that penetrated my mouth, no, mine opened hers with light pressure, gently penetrated hers, went on a voyage of discovery in her velvet oral cavity. mine already opened slightly in anticipation until they finally touched each other gently. Wheels of fire ignited in my body, setting everything in me into bright flames. It wasn't Tina's tongue that penetrated my mouth, no, mine opened hers with light pressure, gently penetrated hers, went on a voyage of discovery in her velvet oral cavity. mine already opened slightly in anticipation until they finally touched each other gently. Wheels of fire ignited in my body, setting everything in me into bright flames. It wasn't Tina's tongue that penetrated my mouth, no, mine opened hers with light pressure, gently penetrated hers, went on a voyage of discovery in her velvet oral cavity.
It was now me who, equally heated by the sauna temperatures and the exciting situation we were in, wanted to know how her body felt, began to caress her small breasts, her body, it was me now, that enjoyed her skin, that made Tina tremble and tremble.
It got too hot in the sweat cabin, hand in hand we left the wooden house and went to the relaxation area, which, I knew, had spacious loungers.
Covered over and over with the sweat of the sauna and our lust and excitement, we snuggled together, our bodies seemed to be glued together with glue, our pairs of lips melted into one, our tongues picked up their game, a game similar to that of two vipers playing Love dance.
Tina began to kiss downwards, greedily licking every salty-tasting drop of sweat from my body that she could get hold of. My tongue slid gently through the mountain valley between my breasts, deeper, deeper and deeper in the direction of my warm, humid south.
Her lips practically danced on my Venus, slowly wandering deeper, playing on the insides of my thighs. Like a detonation of lust, they finally gently touched my holy of holies, their tongue lovingly opened my slit, dipped deep into me, where all the land had to be flooded with my glittering liquid of lust and excitement.
Incendiary arrows would be fired from my paradise in all accessible regions of my body, setting fire to the oil that was flowing in my aden. I could literally feel it boiling and seething in my pleasure paradise, Tina's tongue caressed my rock-hard pearl, first one finger, shortly afterwards a second ensured a lively flow of liquid in my shell, the flesh of which almost completely surrounded her great treasure, her pearl. My moans, my lustful groans, my short, high-pitched screams of passion also seemed to incite Tina not to stop, to carry on with her lusty goings-on. I was no longer lying on the lounger, by now I must have lifted off, floating on a cloud of pleasure, having gone up into a universe in which not space and time, but only the complete fulfillment of pleasure counts. Tina's free hand wandered under my bottom, looked for the grotto that surrounded the rosette and cheekily slid into it. Again her finger played on my rosette, again it penetrated, this time deeper and deeper; a real explosive device of pleasure went up in me. Two fingers played on my crevices, her tongue caressed my pearl, my twitching became more and more violent, the rhythm of my lust movements had long since given way, it was only the heat and excitement that drove me to let me enjoy my orgasm for a long time. It must have been several orgasms, lined up like a string, in such quick succession that they felt like a single big, seemingly eternal climax, but each of these little orgasms was completely different from the others. looked for the grotto that surrounded the rose window and slipped cheekily into it. Again her finger played on my rosette, again it penetrated, this time deeper and deeper; a real explosive device of pleasure went up in me. Two fingers played on my crevices, her tongue caressed my pearl, my twitching became more and more violent, the rhythm of my lust movements had long since given way, it was only the heat and excitement that drove me to let me enjoy my orgasm for a long time. It must have been several orgasms, lined up like a string, in such quick succession that they felt like a single big, seemingly eternal climax, but each of these little orgasms was completely different from the others. looked for the grotto that surrounded the rose window and slid cheekily into it. Again her finger played on my rosette, again it penetrated, this time deeper and deeper; a real explosive device of pleasure went up in me. Two fingers played on my crevices, her tongue caressed my pearl, my twitching became more and more violent, the rhythm of my lust movements had long since given way, it was only the heat and excitement that drove me to let me enjoy my orgasm for a long time. It must have been several orgasms, lined up like a string, in such quick succession that they felt like a single big, seemingly eternal climax, but each of these little orgasms was completely different from the others. Again her finger played on my rosette, again it penetrated, this time deeper and deeper; a real explosive device of pleasure went up in me. Two fingers played on my crevices, her tongue caressed my pearl, my twitching became more and more violent, the rhythm of my lust movements had long since given way, it was only the heat and excitement that drove me to let me enjoy my orgasm for a long time. It must have been several orgasms, lined up like a string, in such quick succession that they felt like a single big, seemingly eternal climax, but each of these little orgasms was completely different from the others. Again her finger played on my rosette, again it penetrated, this time deeper and deeper; a real explosive device of pleasure went up in me. Two fingers played on my crevices, her tongue caressed my pearl, my twitching became more and more violent, the rhythm of my lust movements had long since given way, it was only the heat and excitement that drove me to let me enjoy my orgasm for a long time. It must have been several orgasms, lined up like a string, in such quick succession that they felt like a single big, seemingly eternal climax, but each of these little orgasms was completely different from the others. her tongue caressed my pearl, my twitching became more and more violent, the rhythm of my lust movements had long since given way, it was only the heat and excitement that drove me to let me enjoy my orgasm for a long time. It must have been several orgasms, lined up like a string, in such quick succession that they felt like a single big, seemingly eternal climax, but each of these little orgasms was completely different from the others. her tongue caressed my pearl, my twitching became more and more violent, the rhythm of my lust movements had long since given way, it was only the heat and excitement that drove me to let me enjoy my orgasm for a long time. It must have been several orgasms, lined up like a string, in such quick succession that they felt like a single big, seemingly eternal climax, but each of these little orgasms was completely different from the others.
Tina caressed, kissed my body, waited until I flinched, returned to our planet, back into her arms, in which I sank.
My body was still excitable, Tina's kisses still sent shivers of pleasure from my lips through my body. She lay down on me, wanted us to pamper each other, began her tongue and lip play again.
For the first time I enjoyed another woman's love juice, Tina's delta was filled with the nectar of lust.
Our orgasm came at the same time and it was violent, we both screamed it out.
We lay together for a long time, kissing, caressing and teasing each other before it was time to shower off the sweat of our lust and part. I'll see you again next week. In tennis, Tina taught me everything she could teach me, today I beat her for the first time. In all other things I will gladly remain her student, docile and hardworking.