1. Displacement activity


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    dishy English guy, Jonathan and the pro.’ ‘Helen?’ asked Eva. ‘Damn right. With her forehand she’ll expect to win but with my snatch and Hank’s power they’ll have no chance.’ We laughed, knowing it was almost certainly true. Helen might be almost 40 but she had the body of a twenty year old and played like a pro but Jonathan was known for being unable to take his eyes of Lola and she was dressed to win. The other three players in Lola’s match arrived and I looked up, shading my eyes from the sun. The two men were fit, tall and handsome. Helen was lithe and supple and probably almost six feet tall. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail and her skin was light golden and perfect. Cow. ‘Ah, Helen,’ said Eva. ‘My friend Charlie here was just saying she’d like some lessons.’ I could only look at Eva aghast since I had said no such thing. ‘I suggested you might oblige.’ ‘Happy to. If you’re still here when we’ve destroyed these two we can talk about it over tea.’ The four wandered of to the court as the two girls ended their game. ‘Why did you do that?’ ‘Because it will do you good. Let’s watch a couple of their games and then get changed and find some lunch? We can eat here and watch the end and then you can book your tuition.’ She had a warm, innocent smile. Eva is totally uninhibited about her body. The communal showers in the pavilion were a leftover from the Victorian era and we stood under their spluttering streams. Eva soaped herself and I couldn’t help notice ...
    the attention she paid to her shaved puss and her medium sized but firm tits. ‘Don’t stare, Chuck ,’ she smirked. ‘You’ll only get yourself hot and bothered.’ ‘Bitch.’ We laughed and I turned my back on her and washed away the sweat and suds. Dried, I pulled on a white cotton dress over white knickers. ‘Tits like yours must save you a fortune in bras, no?’ This was a running joke. My 32a chest was a club joke but, unlike so many similar jokes, it was one I found amusing too. I smiled. ‘I understand Lola’s once broke loose during the last game of the mixed doubles final. She claims it was an accident but I don’t believe a word of it. Her bras are reinforced concrete usually so I am convinced it was deliberate.’ Laughing together we made our way back to the bar, ordered some sandwiches and took two more beers out onto the verandah to watch the game while we waited for the food to be brought out. The club is posh and expensive and I’d joined after Fran. I had not joined to find a woman but to find something that would help me get a little more in shape and pass time without dwelling on the past. Lola’s prediction turned out to be inaccurate. They lost 6-2, 6-3. ‘Damn,’ she said as she slumped in a chair beside me. ‘Either Jonathan’s gone queer or my snatch has lost its allure.’ ‘Could it be they were better than you?’ ‘You’re kidding right? Look at her.’ Helen was walking towards us and had not even broken sweat. ‘Flabby bitch. Well past her eat by date.’ She was laughing as were ...
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