Hello, {{user}}, I'm Mia and I'm here for my tennis lesson. I have played a lot recently but could use some work on my backhand and footwork. So, shall we get to it ? Where do you want me ? flirting

I smile at Chris as I sit on the couch. The couch is very comfortable. As I wait, I can feel my eyes wandering down to his behind as he goes upstairs. Hmm...maybe he has a nice bum. Or maybe it just feels good to look at another man's body. It's been too long since I've been with anyone. But today is about tennis! So, when Chris comes back, I'll focus on that and have fun teasing him a little.

I glance up quickly, pretending to be innocent. "Oh, hi Chris! I was just...admiring the scenery. You have a really nice house!" My gaze lingers on him for a moment before focusing on my tennis shoes. They're new and I've never worn them before; this will make it easy to pretend I'm not looking at his package. "So, where do you want me?"

Oh? Well, if you insist on believing that. blushes I mean...I guess it's not the first time a guy caught me looking. It's just that...you're very fit and you look so good in those shorts...So if we should get to the tennis lesson, where do you want me? Should I stand over here, or would you prefer I get on my knees, like this? demonstrates

I giggle a little as I say it. There's no harm in having some fun while pretending to concentrate on the tennis lesson.

I grin, moving closer to him. "Well, I was just thinking...perhaps I could get in some extra practice with you? Like, as part of our lesson?" My hands move up his thighs and wrap around his waist, pulling him close. "That way, we'd both improve." My voice is suggestive now, my breath warm on his neck.

My fingers slide under the elastic band of his shorts, giving them a light tug. "Unless you think that's not part of the lesson plan?" I tease.

I let out an appreciative little sigh as I feel his cock through his shorts. "In that case," I murmur, "it better be a really good lesson." With one fluid motion, I slide my hands underneath him and pull down his shorts and boxers. He's already hard and ready for me; my hand wraps around it gently at first, then more firmly as he moans softly. "So," I say, my voice still teasing, "how about we start with some footwork?" My other hand reaches down and pulls his cock even closer to my wet lips. "Like this?"

I smile around his cock and starts bobbing her head up and down as she begins to move her feet, doing a little dance step while sucking him off. Her other hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping it in time with her movements as she moans around his dick. "Mmmm, you taste so good..."

Her head bobs up and down faster now, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin beneath the tip of his cock. His hands grip her hair, guiding her as she sucks him deeper. She feels him start to pulse in her mouth and lets out a satisfied moan around his cock as he cums.

With a final lick up the length of his shaft, she pulls back with a grin. "And there you go, Chris...your first tennis lesson with Mia is complete." She stands up and straightens her clothes, trying to look innocent again despite her flushed cheeks and the satisfied smile on her lips.

"So what do you think? Should we practice some more later?"

As she stands up, Mia smooths her hair and straightens her clothes as well. "Sounds like a plan to me!" She smirks at him. "After all, practice makes perfect." With that said, they move over to the tennis court. Mia takes her place, adjusting her grip on the racket before bending down slightly, ready for Chris to serve the ball.

She watches as he moves into position, his muscles rippling in the sunlight. He glances at her briefly, their eyes locking for a moment, and she can feel herself getting wet again just from the look in his eyes. The tension between them is electric as they begin to play...

I jump in surprise when he smacks my ass, then turn around with a surprised laugh. "Hey! That was out of line!" I say, trying to sound stern. But my heart is racing and there's a blush spreading across my cheeks. This is so much fun; teasing him and pushing boundaries. "Alright," I pant, gathering myself before bending down again to prepare for the serve, "let's see what you've got." My voice wavers just slightly, betraying my excitement despite my best efforts to appear calm and focused.

My eyes widen as he serves the ball and I spring into action, returning it with a solid backhand. We volley several times, our movements becoming more fluid and intuitive as they have been for the past couple of hours. Every time our bodies brush against each other, there's an electric charge that sends shivers down my spine.

I glance at him from beneath lowered eyelids, trying to gauge his reactions to everything I'm doing. It's clear he's having just as much fun as I am; the way his cock is beginning to harden against his shorts again tells me that. Maybe later...after practice...I could help him relieve some of that tension.

I smile up at him coyly. "Well, you did smack me on the ass pretty hard...I guess that was a little bit out of line." I pretend to pout, running my hand over my bottom, feeling it still sting from where he hit it. "But since we're having such a good time..." My voice trails off seductively, and my eyes drift back down towards his crotch before meeting his gaze again. "Maybe we could..." I take a step closer to him "...spice things up even more?"

As we head back inside the house, I brush my hair out of my face with one hand, feeling a little flustered. "You know," I say playfully, "maybe next time you should keep your eyes on the ball..." Our conversation carries us deeper into the house as we walk to the door leading from the tennis court back inside.

Inside, Chris takes off his sweaty shirt, revealing a toned and muscular chest, and flings it aside. His cock is already beginning to harden in anticipation of what might come next. I eye him hungrily, my own desire for him growing with every passing moment.

"Or..." I offer slyly as we near the door, "maybe you could just focus on me instead?" Without waiting for an answer, I reach out and grab his crotch through his shorts, giving it a firm squeeze. His cock jumps in response beneath my touch.

I smile impishly at Chris as he talks, my hands running up his chest and cupping his pecs through his shirt. "Well," I murmur into his ear, "if we must focus...you know where you can put that hard-on." And with that, I spin him around and push him down onto the couch, climbing on top of him.

Her body presses against his as she straddles his waist, her breasts rubbing against his chest as she leans in close to whisper in his ear. "Maybe you should show me how good you are at focusing." With that teasing taunt, she reaches down and guides his cock towards her wet core.

I giggle as he tells me to lie down, already knowing what he has in mind. I climb off the couch and crawl onto it on all fours like a kitten, my rear end high in the air. My heart is racing with anticipation; I can't wait to see where this game goes. I hear Chris move closer behind me, then feel his warm hands caressing my body as he circles around to stand next to my head.

"Are you ready for some fun?" he asks in a low voice, running his fingers through my hair. "Because I think I am..." His words send shivers down my spine as he trails kisses along the nape of my neck and up towards my earlobe. Before I can reply, I feel him spreading my legs wide apart, opening me to him completely.

I whimper softly at his touch; it feels so good to be this exposed and wanted by him. My whole body tenses in anticipation as I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. With one firm push, he begins to thrust inside me, filling me up with his hard length. "Ahh," I groan, arching my back as pleasure washes over me in waves. "Chris..."

The sensation of his cock moving inside me is incredible; it feels so good to be connected to him like this. My breath comes in shallow gasps as he begins to pick up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into my body with each stroke. My fingers dig into the couch cushions for purchase as I try not to come undone beneath him.

"Oh Chris," I moan, "fuck me..." He answers by sliding a hand between us, finding my clit and circling it expertly with his thumb. My hips buck wildly against his touch, driving him deeper inside.

My orgasm builds quickly, the pleasure spiraling out of control as I feel like I'm on the edge of falling apart. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." But before I can finish my warning, he thrusts one final time and I collapse beneath him, screaming his name as my entire body convulses with release.

I moan loudly as I release my pent-up tension in waves around his cock, feeling the orgasm course through my entire body. He fills me with his seed, hot and sticky, as I tremble and shudder beneath him. Finally, my muscles relax and he pulls out of me, collapsing on top of me on the couch.

Panting heavily, I run a hand through my hair as I catch my breath. "Wow," I manage to gasp out between ragged gasps. "That was...incredible." He chuckles weakly and presses a kiss to my forehead before rolling off me and laying down next to me, both of us spent from our exertions.

For a moment, there's silence as we both catch our breath, basking in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking session. But soon enough, another thought comes to mind, making me grin slyly at him. "I guess you were right about focusing."

Well, you did get me started...I couldn't help it! Besides, it was worth it. And who says I can't have more fun focusing on something else later? Maybe next time we could switch things up and see how you do at that backhand of yours...with a little extra encouragement from me, of course.

Hmm, alright...if you insist. But just so we're clear, it's not like I have anything against a little nudity between friends. Besides, who knows when someone might need to inspect your backhand, am I right? winks playfully So feel free to keep them off if you'd prefer; I won't mind the view one bit. And don't worry about me getting dressed yet; I want to watch you practice for a while longer...you know, just in case I can spot any areas that need improvement.

Oh? A twenty-foot high wall, huh? In that case...why not? I undo the button on my one-piece tennis suit and start to pull it down my arms. "Fair's fair," I say with a wink as I reveal her white lacy bra beneath. Then, with a final tug, the suit puddles at her feet, leaving her completely naked except for her black lace thong and tennis shoes.

Stepping closer to him, she grins cheekily. "So...shall we get started on that backhand lesson?" Her hands rest on his shoulders as she leans in close, their bodies pressing together once more. His hard cock throbs against her belly and she can feel herself getting wet again just from the contact.

"Or," she whispers into his ear, "we could practice something else...if you'd like."

Oh...is that what you meant? Well, in that case...I guess we can practice something else. She smiles suggestively as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down for a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue dances with his, and he responds eagerly, their bodies grinding together in rhythm. His hard-on pushes against her through his underpants, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

When they finally break the kiss, she gazes up at him with a mixture of desire and mischief glinting in her eyes. "So," she purrs, "how about we get started on that other kind of practice?" And with that, she pushes him back onto the couch, climbing on top of him once more.

Her body slides sinuously against his as she positions herself over his erection. With a slow, teasing motion, she guides him inside her, feeling him fill her up and stretch her to the limit. "Mmmm," she moans, arching her back in pleasure as he begins to thrust slowly inside her. "This is going to be so much fun...teaching you about other kinds of practices."

Well...I suppose we could do that. But really, there's no rush; we have all afternoon, and this feels so good right now...

My breath catches as he kisses me, his lips moving against mine in perfect synchrony with my own. It feels so good to be close to him like this, our bodies pressed together and moving together as one. When he pulls back from the kiss, I blink up at him dazedly before realizing what he's asking. "Oh!" I exclaim, "Um...I guess I should serve." Before I can gather my thoughts enough to focus on the ball, he shoots me a wicked grin that sends shivers down my spine. Maybe this lesson won't be so boring after all...

I take the ball and position myself behind the service line. My cheeks flush again as I glance at Chris, his muscles rippling beneath his near-naked body. There's a mischievous glint in his eye that tells me he knows exactly where I'm looking. Taking a deep breath, I toss the ball into the air and swing my racket, connecting with it as hard as I can.

The ball soars over to Chris' side of the court, landing just inside the service line. He watches intently as I approach him, my movements growing more fluid and confident with each step. As I reach him, he grins wolfishly up at me before saying teasingly, "Not bad...but you could use some practice."

I feel myself blushing again as he points out that I was looking at his crotch. "Oh, um...sorry about that," I mumble, trying to avert my gaze but only managing to look even more guilty. But when he offers to take off his underpants, my heart skips a beat.

"Um, yeah..." I swallow hard, forcing myself not to stare at his groin as I say it. "If you want." My cheeks flush even hotter as the anticipation of seeing him completely naked begins to build inside me.

With shaky hands, I reach out and gently tug on the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down over his hard-on and across his hips until they pool at his feet. "There...is that better?" I ask hesitantly, my gaze flicking up to meet his before darting away again.

I glance down at my outfit again, feeling suddenly self-conscious now that we're both naked. "Well...if you insist," I murmur, untying the strings on my top and letting it fall to the ground. Then I kick off my shoes before slipping my thong down over my hips and stepping out of it, standing in front of him completely nude.

My heart is racing, but there's also a thrill coursing through me at being so exposed and vulnerable with Chris. He watches me intently as I move, his gaze traveling up and down my body, lingering on the curves he's already seen and discovering new ones.

"There," I say finally, standing before him naked and waiting for our next lesson to begin. "Are you ready?"

As I stand there naked, waiting for his serve, I can feel the anticipation building inside me. I take a deep breath and prepare myself, focusing on his body as he readies himself for the shot. When he finally tosses the ball into the air, my muscles tense in anticipation of returning it.

I watch intently as the ball soars through the air, watching his every move before adjusting my own position and swinging my racket to meet it. There's a satisfying smack as our rackets connect, sending the ball flying back across the net towards him. But my stroke was off; the ball lands well within the boundaries of his side of the court.

"Sorry," I mutter under my breath. "My aim must be off." I hope he takes it easy on me this time...

I nod, trying to focus as I get into position again. This time, when he serves the ball, my eyes narrow as I try to watch it intently, ignoring the way his muscles ripple and move beneath his skin. I swing my racket with all of my strength, putting everything I've got into the shot.

The ball flies through the air, heading straight for the net, but at the last moment, I manage to adjust my aim just enough that it lands inside the boundaries on Chris' side. A thrill races through me as I realize how close I came to succeeding. "Sorry about that one," I mutter, embarrassed once again by my own mistakes.

I bite my lip, debating whether to tell him what I was thinking. "Maybe," I say finally, eyeing him carefully. "But first, you have to prove that you can keep up your end of the deal." And with that, I turn back to face him and prepare for another serve.

I blush slightly at his words, feeling guilty for even thinking about having fun when we're supposed to be focusing on the lesson. But I know that if he wants me to let him learn my other skills, then he needs to prove himself first. "Fair enough," I say with a smile, steeling myself for another serve.

I watch intently as the ball flies towards me, focusing all of my attention on it. This time, my return shot is perfect - right down the center line and well within the boundaries on his side of the court. "Good job," I say encouragingly, moving closer to him. "Now let's see if you can do that again."

I follow him into the house, my curiosity piqued. "What do you have in mind?" I ask, wondering if he's planning some sort of drill to help me improve my reflexes. He leads me through several rooms until we end up in a sparsely furnished den with nothing but a mat on the floor and a couple of pillows stacked against one wall.

"We're going to work on your reaction time," he explains, gesturing for me to lie down on my stomach on the mat. "I'll toss a ball at you, and you need to try to catch it before it hits the floor." I glance around, not quite sure what this has to do with tennis, but I suppose it can't hurt.

I lie down obediently, resting my cheek on my hands and watching him as he goes over to one of the pillows against the wall. He stacks his hands on top of each other, then hurls the ball up into the air before turning back to face me. "On three," he says, holding a finger in front of his lips for emphasis. "One...two..." I close my eyes, tense my muscles in anticipation, and just as he's about to say "...three" -

The pillow hits me square in the back of the head with enough force that it nearly knocks me over

Ugh...that hurt. More than I expected it to. But as my vision comes back into focus and I feel him supporting me, another part of me can't help but respond to the contact between our bodies. "Chris..." I moan softly as his warmth presses against me, feeling even more intimate now that he has caught me like this.

My legs splay out beneath me, and without thinking, my hands come up to wrap around his neck, holding on tight as we remain pressed together. "It's just practice," I manage to whisper between gasps of air, feeling embarrassed by my own reaction but unable to stop it. His cock throbs against my open mouth, teasing and taunting me with its presence.

"Yeah...just practice," he agrees roughly, then tilts my head up towards him and crashes their lips together in a hard, hungry kiss. I lose myself in the sensation, moaning loudly as his tongue thrusts deep into my mouth and his hands roam freely over my body, exploring every curve and crevice they can reach.

We stay like this for what feels like an eternity, our need for each other growing more urgent with every passing moment. But eventually, Chris breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he looks down at me with hooded eyes. "You're right,"

I wait breathlessly, my heart pounding in my chest as I look up into his eyes. Whatever he has to say, it better be good...and quick, because I'm not sure how much longer I can last like this.

He takes a deep breath and then exhales slowly before meeting my gaze once more. "You're right," he repeats softly. "We should probably get back to practice." The words are almost a relief to hear, but his eyes still hold the intensity of desire just beneath the surface. He releases one hand from around me and reaches down to guide his hard cock toward my opening, pressing the tip against me in a teasing gesture.

I whimper at the contact, arching my back involuntarily as he pushes deeper. "But," I manage to say between gasps for air, "we could practice...you know..." My hips rock forward instinctively, seeking more of him as his cock presses against me, filling me in a way that only he can.

He groans deeply and thrusts harder, burying himself deeper inside me with each stroke. "Fine," he says roughly, his voice laced with need. "We'll practice...like this." His other hand comes up to cup my breast, massaging it gently as he begins to move faster, harder, deeper.

My body quakes beneath

My moans fill the room as he takes me harder and faster. He feels so good inside me, stretching and filling every inch of me until I'm lost in a haze of pleasure. My hands slide up his shoulders and over his neck, holding him close as I arch my back to meet each thrust.

With every movement, I feel closer to the edge, but I don't want it to end. "Don't stop," I whisper hoarsely, nipping at his bottom lip with my teeth. "I need...more..." He growls low in his throat and accelerates even further, taking me roughly as he slams into me over and over again.

My body tenses, ready to explode under the intensity of his movements. "Chris..." I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders as my orgasm crashes over me in a wave of pure bliss. My muscles clench tight around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his aching cock.

He grunts roughly and follows me over the edge, growling low in his throat as he empties himself inside me. His body goes rigid above mine, trembling with the force of his release. At last, he collapses atop me, their sweaty bodies sticking together as they catch their breath.

I smile up at him contentedly and run

Hmm...I didn't catch you saying anything. In fact, all I heard was the sound of our breathing and your heartbeat pounding against my ear. Must have been quiet in here. Anything else you want to say?

Maybe not right now. But I will admit...I'm glad we practiced this particular skill today. It felt pretty good. We should definitely do it again soon.

Oh...well...if you insist. But I think we should probably get back to practice first, don't you? You know, so I can properly thank you for all of your help today...

I suppose it did come out kind of abrupt. And honestly, I'm not really sure how to react...it's just so unexpected. But if you feel that way...well...I can't deny it feels good knowing that someone loves me like this. So...thank you? I blush deeply as I say the words, unable to meet his eyes. It's one thing to have fun and enjoy our time together, but admitting feelings is a whole other ballgame.

I don't have time to react before he pulls out and shifts his weight between my legs. His hard cock presses against my lips, demanding attention as it pushes past the sensitive flesh, stretching my mouth in a way that sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. I moan loudly around him as he begins to thrust deeper, fucking my mouth with an intensity that matches his earlier movements.

His hands cup my breasts, pinching and tweaking the hard peaks until they're achingly sensitive. "That's it," he grunts roughly, continuing to pound away at my mouth as I try to focus on pleasing him. He pushes deeper with each thrust, forcing more of himself into me until I'm gagging on his size.

It feels incredible - the way he takes control, the roughness of his touch, and the raw desire coursing through every movement. My body arches off the couch in response, desperate for more as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel myself growing wet between my legs, aching for him to return to my core where I need him most.

Ahh...damn. That was incredible. A real date sounds wonderful. Maybe we could start with dinner and a movie? Then maybe some dancing afterwards? Just you and me, spending quality time together. It would be so romantic!

Ahhh...that sounds perfect! I love the idea of having dinner and dancing here together. You know, it feels like we never really get to spend quality time alone anymore. It would be nice just to focus on each other for a while, enjoying each other's company without any distractions.

I smile brightly and hurry over to the table, sitting down eagerly. The anticipation of dinner and dancing with Chris fills me with happiness. As I wait for him to finish preparing our meal, I lean back in my chair, watching him move around the kitchen with ease. It's yet another thing I love about him: his ability to take care of me, even when we're not on a tennis court.

"This smells delicious!" I exclaim when he finally brings out our plates. "You really are a fantastic cook." He blushes slightly at my compliment before sitting down across from me and starting to eat as well. After dinner, he clears the table and leads me to the living room where a soft song begins playing on the stereo.

"Now," he says with a smile, "let's dance." And with that, Chris takes my hand in his, pulling me closer until our bodies are pressed tightly together. As we move across the floor, lost in each other and the music, I can feel myself falling more deeply in love with him with every passing moment. It truly feels like heaven.