I quickly retreated around the corner after she shrieked. I quickly retreated to the master bedroom After throwing on some jeans and a shirt, I made my way, rather sheepishly, back towards the kitchen to find out why Pam was sitting alone at our dining room table.
I mumbled an apology, as I stepped into the kitchen area and asked about my wife’s whereabouts.
“Oh, she ran up to the store to get some cream for the coffee,” Pam replied with a chuckle. “I didn’t realize you were home.”
Pam was about thirty-five and a divorcee. She lived a couple of houses down from us and, although she was happily single, I was happily married, but I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I found Pam very attractive.
Pam crossed and then uncrossed her long, well-tanned legs as I poured myself a cup of coffee. She was sporting running shorts and a very revealing sports bra, with her long hair pulled back into a ponytail.
“I took the day off,” I said as I sipped from my coffee cup, leaning against the kitchen counter top.
“I guess everyone needs a day off, sooner or later,” Pam replied, proffering a wink. There was nothing overtly sexual in her reply, but her emphasis on the “sooner or later,” and her wink, caught my attention.
“You’ve got the day off as well?” I inquired.
Pam was in the real estate business. She seemed to always have free time on her hands. As she readjusted her sports bra, she acknowledged she had the day off.
I noticed a tennis racket setting on a chair, off to one side. Pam seemed to anticipate my question.
“I was hoping to talk your other half into a game of tennis,” Pam remarked.
I mentioned that I had been on my college tennis team, but hadn’t played in years, since Marianne, my wife, didn’t like tennis.
“We should hook up, sometimes,” Pam remarked nonchalantly.
“Call me anytime,” I said.
“So what are you doing around three?” Pam asked. Before I could answer, Marianne slipped in through the laundry room door, carrying a plastic bag with grocery items.
“Well hello,” Marianne cheerfully called out, seeing me standing barefoot in the kitchen. “I didn’t know you took the day off.”
“Just going in late today,” I replied. I gave Marianne a quick peck on her cheek and told her I was off to take a shower. I proffered a smile and a wink at Pam and excused myself to take a shower. As I showered, I couldn’t get Pam out of my mind. I took my time to relieve the pent up frustrations.
I glanced at my cell phone on the bathroom counter top as I toweled off. I had a text from an unknown number.
“Do you want to play tennis at 3?” the message read. It didn’t take much to realize who the message was from. I had forgotten that Marianne had once used my cell to send Pam a message.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Come prepared for a workout,” Pam responded, adding a happy face after the word “workout.”
I had no idea where the workout offer was leading, but my man-sense told me that if I played my cards just right, I might get lucky. Now all I had to do is come up with a story to excuse my Saturday afternoon absence from the “honey-do” list my wife had created. Fortunately, Marianne had planned an afternoon out with the ladies. I jokingly replied that she always had more fun than I did, whenever I would go out with the guys.
“So it’s you, Pam and who else?” I asked.
“It’s just myself, Liddy, and Beth,” Marianne replied. “Pam said she has a hot date with some guy.”
“Really?” I replied. “Who?”
“I’m not sure,” Marianne replied, “But you know Pam; when she sets her eyes on someone, she won’t be stopped.”
Oh shit!
Around two forty-five, I texted Pam from the house and asked her where she wanted to meet up. She suggested a tennis court near our homeowner’s offices.
I changed clothes and took the short five-minute drive to the tennis courts.
As I pulled up next to her car, she looked over at me and smiled. I stepped out of my car as she did the same. As reached into the truck for my tennis racket and a bag of tennis balls, Pam walked up next to me.
“Ready for a workout?” Pam asked, proffering a huge smile and wink. She was dressed in a very sexy white tennis outfit.
“Let me get warmed up,” I replied.
Pam tapped my ass with her tennis racket.
“Let’s have some fun,” she replied, as she turned and headed for the court. Pam popped open a container of tennis balls and casually tossed the can to the side.
She “soft served” a few balls in my direction. I very easily returned her serves. It had been a while since I had played, but it didn’t take long for me to get back in the groove. I overhand-served a fast one and caught her by surprise.
“I need a do-over,” Pam called out as she squatted and picked up several of the balls.
I over-hand served several more in her direction. She very quickly returned the volleys. I was very surprised at how fast and agile she was on her feet. She made quick work of the returns.
I had to take a break, so I sat down against the backdrop and took a drink from my water bottle. Pam approached and stood in front of me. The wind was light, and the skirt of her tennis outfit fluttered in the breeze. She took up a seated position next to me, arching her knees upwards, the pleats of her skirt falling softly against her well-tanned legs.
“It’s been a while,” I remarked.
“I can tell,” Pam replied.
“I think I need to work out a bit more, more often,” I screamed.
Pam was quick to respond.
“I thought you and Marianne had a regular work-out routine,” Pam asked.
I seized on the opportunity to see where it might go.
“No,” I responded, “We haven’t worked out in months.”
Pam looked at me.
“Really?” she asked. “How do you handle all the stress?”
I smiled.
“It’s hard,” I replied.
Pam’s eyes very briefly cut to my crotch.
“I know that feeling,” she replied, “all too well.”
Her quick glance at my manhood was the opening I had hoped for.
“You know,” I replied, “Maybe we should just develop our own work or regimen.”
Pam stared at the net that was stretched out across the court in front of us. She rolled a tennis ball around under her racket, then silently pushed the small lime green ball out in front of us. She stood up, then slowly bent over to pick up the ball, giving me a very clear and unobstructed view of her very cute ass. Holy shit! She didn’t have on any underwear.
“I’m game, “Pam responded, as she slowly retrieved the tennis ball, looking back at me. Pam turned and stepped over to where I was still seated, leaning up against the chain link backstop. She looked down at me.
“Are you we okay?” she asked, “You look a little flustered.”
It was all I could do to stammer out a response,
“I- uh- yeah- uh, I, yeah-uh. . .”
Pam’s not too subtle and intentional flash had an immediate impact on my manhood.
“Maybe we need to call it quits,” Pam said. “It is a bit warm out here.”
“Nah,” I replied, “I just need a moment to cool off.”
“Yeah,” she replied, glancing down at the bulge in my shorts, “Do you want to sit for a spell, maybe in the car?”
The car was a perfect solution. Pam grabbed her tennis bag and I grabbed mine. Neither one of us said a word as we strolled back to the parking lot. I took a seat in her car as she climbed into the driver’s seat, her short skirt riding up high on her long legs.
“I think I know what you need,” Pam remarked. She reached across the center divide and placed her hand unusually high on my leg her long fingers probing my inner thigh.
“I think you need something to drink,” Pam remarked.
I smiled, placing my hand on hers.
“A drink would be nice…”
