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Tennis in Phoenix
by Katherine T. (katherinet_@hotmail.com)

***

Sex and tennis in Phoenix Arizona. A romantic lesbian 
encounter. (FF, rom)

***

Author's note: All comments to the author will be 
greatly appreciated. Contact me at 
katherinet_@hotmail.com. 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.

***

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 anymore! I'm going to cum!"

"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 cum!" 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 cumming 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 cums.

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 cumming 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.

ENDF

All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated. 
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com

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