The basketball gym had long since emptied. The echoes of the last players’ shouts had faded into the high rafters, and the overhead lights had dimmed to a soft, almost intimate glow. Casey stood at the three-point line, casually spinning the ball on her index finger. Her long red hair, slightly damp from practice, fell past her shoulders; her green eyes sparkled with challenge. Tall, with a long neck and a flexible back, she seemed built for movement—her athletic shorts hugged her hips, her sports top accentuated her chest. Sneakers still laced tight on her feet—for now.
Across from her towered Leonard, a true giant, easily a head taller. Short black hair, brown eyes smoldering with restrained excitement. His tank top stretched across broad shoulders, shorts riding low on his hips. He stood relaxed, sneakers still on—for now.
“You really think your shooting form is better than mine?” Casey tilted her head, lips curving into an ironic smirk. “It’s cute when big boys overestimate themselves.”
Leonard gave a low chuckle, taking the ball from her hands—their fingers brushed for a moment, and she felt the warmth of his skin.
“Talk is over. Let’s settle it with a contest. Farthest make wins.”
Casey narrowed her eyes, stepping closer until she was almost brushing his chest.
“With stakes, big guy. Miss a shot—you lose one piece of clothing. Or do whatever the winner wants. Scared of losing to a girl?”
He looked down at her, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile.
“I’m more worried you won’t be able to keep up.”
Three-point line. Leonard went first—the ball arced perfectly, swishing through the net. Clean. He turned to her, one eyebrow raised: your move.
Casey took the ball, slowly running her palm over its surface as if caressing it. She arched her back, long legs tensing, red hair swaying. Shot—swish. She winked.
“Tied. For now.”
They stepped back one pace. Leonard aimed, released—the ball clanged off the rim and bounced away. Miss.
Casey laughed softly, almost purring:
“Aw. Sneakers off, champ.”
Leonard shrugged, bent down slowly, and untied his laces. His back muscles flexed under the tank top, and Casey’s gaze followed the line of them without shame.
Her turn—smooth, effortless release. Swish. She spun on her heel, hair whipping around.
Another step back. Leonard made it—confident, no wasted motion. Casey missed; the ball thudded off the backboard.
“Well,” she sighed theatrically, “guess the shoes have to go.”
She slipped them off one at a time, balancing on one long leg to show off the toned muscle. Leonard watched silently, but something warm flickered in his brown eyes.
Another step. Leonard—swish. Casey—miss. She grinned, fingers hooking under the hem of her top.
“Don’t get too excited yet,” she teased. “There’s still plenty to see.”
She pulled the top over her head slowly, red hair tumbling back down over her shoulders. Now in just her black sports bra and shorts. Her chest rose with a deep breath. Leonard swallowed—barely noticeable.
“Like the view?” she asked, voice dripping irony.
“Not complaining,” he answered, voice a little rougher.
Another step. Both made it. Tension rising.
One more step back. Leonard—clean. Casey—miss. She shook her head, smiling.
“Fine. Shorts aren’t forever.”
She slid them down in one fluid motion, stepping out gracefully. Now in just her bra and panties. Her long legs glistened faintly with sweat, her flexible back arched as she bent to pick up the discarded clothes. Leonard’s gaze lingered, then flicked away—only to return.
His turn—miss. He peeled off his tank top in one smooth pull. His torso was powerful and defined, and his dark skin was smooth. Casey bit her lip.
“Not bad, big guy. Not bad at all.”
Casey’s shot—miss. She paused, reaching behind her back for the bra clasp, when she suddenly noticed the security camera in the corner. The little red light blinked steadily—recording.
She froze for a heartbeat. Then she turned fully toward the lens, smiled wide, stuck out her tongue playfully—almost affectionately—and unhooked her bra. The fabric slipped away; her breasts freed, nipples tightening in the cool air and under Leonard’s stare.
He exhaled slowly, eyes darkening.
Another step back. Casey stepped closer to him, nearly touching.
“So tell me, big boy… which one do you like better—left or right?”
She leaned forward slightly, red hair falling over one shoulder.
Leonard looked for a long moment, then answered low:
“Both. Perfectly both.”
He shot—rim out. Miss. He slid his shorts off. Now just in his boxer briefs, the fabric clearly strained.
Casey made hers. Victory smile.
Another step. Leonard—miss. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed the briefs down slowly. Fully exposed now, his arousal was unmistakable. Casey glanced down, then back up to his eyes—with a teasing smirk and clear appreciation.
Her shot—swish.
One more step. She moved in close, her bare breasts almost brushing his chest.
“Don’t give up now,” she whispered. “It’d be boring if you did.”
He shot—the ball spun around the rim… and fell out. Miss.
“My wish,” Casey said softly.
She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down, turning slightly to give him a full view of the neat red triangle between her legs. Then she stepped right up to him, placing a hand on his chest.
“I want you to fuck me. Right here.”
At that moment, her phone rang in her bag. Her husband.
Casey picked it up without moving away from Leonard. Her fingers traced down his stomach as she answered.
“Why haven’t you called? What are you doing?”
She locked eyes with Leonard, smiling.
“You know I need a man every day. You didn’t want to come with me, so don’t interrupt. I’ll call you later.”
She ended the call.
They sank down onto the cool hardwood floor. Casey lay back, her long red hair fanning out around her head like flames on dark wood. Leonard lowered himself over her—massive, yet remarkably gentle. His strong arms braced on either side of her shoulders, his dark skin a beautiful contrast against her pale, flushed body.
He entered her slowly, letting them both savor every inch. Casey let out a soft sigh, arching her flexible back. Her long legs wrapped around his hips, heels pressing into his lower back, guiding him deeper. Their rhythm started slow, exploratory—he moved smoothly, she rocked her hips to meet him. Her breasts rose and fell with each thrust, nipples brushing his chest and sending shivers through her.
Leonard shifted to his elbows to be closer, lips finding the curve of her long neck. He kissed her there slowly, feeling her pulse racing beneath his mouth. Every so often, Casey turned her head toward the camera, smiling at the lens—soft, conspiratorial, as if sharing the moment with an invisible audience.
After a few minutes, she whispered, voice husky:
“I want to be on top.”
Leonard smiled—his first truly open smile of the night—and rolled smoothly onto his back without pulling out. Casey straddled him, red hair cascading forward like a curtain around them. She sat up straight, long strong legs bent at the knees on either side of his hips, palms flat on his chest for balance.
Now she set the pace. At first, slow circles of her hips, feeling him from a new, deeper angle. Her back arched gracefully, breasts swaying gently with the motion, head tilting back slightly. Leonard watched her from below, brown eyes dark with desire; his large hands rested on her thighs, caressing rather than guiding.
Casey gradually sped up—movements deeper, more deliberate. Her breathing grew ragged, cheeks flushed deep pink. She leaned forward, hair brushing his face, and captured his mouth in a hot, brief kiss before sitting back up. One hand slid between her legs, fingers circling to heighten the sensation.
As her climax neared, her thighs began to tremble. She pressed her palms harder against his chest, nails lightly digging in. The wave hit her powerfully and beautifully: her body arched back in a perfect curve, neck thrown back, red hair whipping wildly, lips parting in a long, silent sigh. Her eyes lost focus for a moment, a flush spread across her skin, and fine shivers of pleasure rippled through her—raw, natural, completely surrendered to the feeling. She kept moving for a few more seconds, riding out the aftershocks, until her body softened.
Feeling her tighten around him, Leonard couldn’t hold back any longer. His hands gripped her hips more firmly; he thrust up to meet her several deep, strong strokes and came with a low groan, pressing his face into her chest, breath hot and uneven against her skin.
Casey slowly lowered herself onto him, cheek against his shoulder. They lay like that—she on top, his arms wrapped gently around her back—until their heartbeats slowed and synced. The gym’s silence wrapped around them like a warm blanket.
Eventually, she laughed softly into his neck:
“Looks like I won after all.”
Leonard smiled, fingers threading through her red hair.
“No doubt about it.”
Finally, they sat up side by side, arms around each other. Leonard traced a finger along her hair.
“Thank you. That was… incredible.”
Casey smiled and kissed his cheek softly.
“Thank you, too, big guy.”
They dressed slowly. At the door, he paused.
“Will we see each other again?”
She shook her head gently.
“Probably not. We fly out tomorrow.”
She paused, then added with a mischievous grin:
“But send me the footage from that camera. I want to show my husband how I spent my evening.”
They walked off in opposite directions. The hardwood floor still held the warmth of their bodies and the faint outlines of bare feet. The little red light on the camera blinked steadily in the corner.
