Double Fault

Double Fault

The man in the tennis club office stood behind his desk and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “We had a computer problem with our booking system! That’s why this double occupancy happened,” he said contritely. “A double mistake or a double fault?!” Bridget tried a play on words and smiled at the man. He shrugged his shoulders in relief. He was glad that the two athletes accepted the news calmly. His gaze moved from the tall, slim blonde to the other woman, a slightly smaller and curvier brunette. Then he looked back at his computer screen. “The booking system is now online again!” he explained. “Court No. 6 is available in an hour! In the meantime, you could sit in our newly renovated Club Café! The coffee is on the club’s account – to compensate for the inconvenience!” suggested the man.

Irina and Bridget exchanged a quick look. “Agreed!” Irina then announced and a few moments later the two women were sitting under a parasol on the terrace of the stylish club café. There were two latte macchiatos in front of them. “Do I still want to play tennis? It’s wonderful here!” Irina let her gaze wander over the facility, which had also been newly renovated and was now one of the finest that this city had to offer in terms of tennis.

Bridget’s attention, however, was focused on the two men who were on court No. 6. The terrace of the club café was separated from the courts five and six only by a chain-link fence and a carefully tended, narrow flower bed. Irina noticed that her friend was looking at the two men who were warming up here. The dark-haired man skillfully passed the balls to the blonde standing at the net so that he could practice volleys.

“Are these the guys who stole our time-slot?” Irina asked curiously. “That’s exactly it!” Bridget replied. The blonde sipped her coffee with pleasure while she appraised the dark-haired man’s muscular legs, firm bottom and strong upper body.

“His forehand is excellent!” said Irina. Her friend was certainly right about the man’s forehand. But Bridget was particularly interested in the athlete’s bottom. When he put extra balls in the pockets of his tennis shorts, the material of the shorts would stretch a little and then the man’s butt would appear even firmer.

“Jesus!” Bridget sighed and briefly looked away. “Have you seen that ass?” She now addressed Irina directly. A smile crossed the face of the person being addressed. “To your liking, I assume?” Irina replied with a counter question. “You’re absolutely right!” A ball slammed into the chain-link fence. The blonde had hit a volley with the frame of his Wilson racquet and the ball flew in a high arc against the fence. “Sorry, Nando!”, shouted the blonde. As Nando started to collect the ball lying on the fence, his eyes fell on the two attractive women sitting directly behind the fence in the club cafe: a quick glance, an appreciative raise of an eyebrow. On the surface, these gestures seemed calm and confident, politely distant. But when the man adjusted his watch on his left wrist with his right hand, he had given himself away. Bridget immediately knew from this nervous gesture that the guy was interested. In fact, the man now seemed different to Bridget. He was obviously aware that he and his blonde tennis partner were being watched by the two ladies in the café. Nando’s game now seemed more ambitious - as if he wanted to impress Bridget and Irina with his athletic skills.

Even Irina noticed this change. “Men and their courtship behaviour!” she giggled. Bridget grinned. “We women don’t need that!” she explained with mock affectation, throwing her blonde hair back in an exaggerated gesture and, in the style of a Hollywood diva, grabbing her long neck with her carefully manicured hand. Irina giggled. “I understand! Your perfect make-up and extra-short tennis skirt are just there to improve your game?” Irina laughed.

“What else?!” Bridget replied cheerfully. The two women were now in a good mood, almost cocky. By now the men had finished warming up and agreed to play a set in the remaining 45 minutes. “With a tie-break!” explained Nando. “But it won’t even come to that!” he added. As he got ready for the first service, he looked back at Bridget and Irina. “I hope the ladies are keeping their fingers crossed for me?”

“Of course!” Bridget replied and gave the man her most charming smile. The serve landed in the net, the second one went out. “The game here on Court 6 starts with a double fault! The fans in the VIP lounge expected more!”, Bridget announced loudly and clearly in the tone of a sports reporter. Irina giggled. Nando, on the other hand, no longer seemed as relaxed as he had just been, but he was smiling. He took a deep breath and was more focused than before. He prepared for his next service. The serve came with enormous force and broke the line. The ball bounced flat. Simon – that was the blonde’s name – had no chance of getting to the neon yellow felt ball.

“Are the ladies happy now?” Nando triumphantly, his chin held high.

“Coincidence!” Bridget provoked him. “The next two balls will end up in the net!”, she explained and pushed her shoulders back in a frivolous gesture so that her breasts, which were tightly tucked into a sports top, were shown in all their glory. Nando’s eyes widened in surprise. Irina shook her head in amusement. She knew her friend - Bridget could be quite bashful when it came to getting to the point of a flirtation. The first service hit the internet. “I knew that!” Bridget explained. “Bridget!” Irina gasped urgently. She tried to slow down her friend’s provocative flirtation a little. The next moment the second serve hit the edge of the net. The ball seemed unable to make up its mind, but after what seemed like an eternity it fell to the ground on Nando’s side. “Double fault!” said Bridget triumphantly, taking a satisfied sip of her macchiato. Nando’s eyes flashed evilly. “Can we play our game in peace?” Nando asked angrily. Bridget loved it when alpha males lost their composure because of her.

“But only if you and your friend play doubles against us in the next hour. A double that we will win of course!”, explained Bridget confidently.

“Deal!” the man grinned victoriously. Then Nando returned to the match.

“Are you crazy! We’ll never win the game!” Irina complained.

“It doesn’t matter!” Bridget replied. She was debating whether or not to regret her challenge. Irina was probably right - the two guys were maybe a bit too big for them when it came to tennis. Bridget tried to distract herself with her coffee. However, the glass was already empty. She looked at the empty container irritated, then looked around: “Two Limoncello Spritzes please!” Bridget called out to the waitress who was clearing a neighboring table.

Irina looked at her friend in disbelief. “You do realize that I won’t hit a single ball if I stand drunk on the tennis court in this heat!”

Bridget waved her hand. “Oh no, it’s just an energy drink! The racket swings much more easily when you are buoyant!” Irina realized that she was no match for Bridget. If she was honest with herself, Bridget was absolutely right: they were here to have fun. And they had had more than enough fun that afternoon. The waitress was just putting down the cocktails.

“Well then: Cheers!” said Irina resignedly and tasted carefully. Then she grinned. “Damn delicious, that stuff!”

“I see that the ladies are taking our match very seriously!” explained Nando, pointing with his chin at the empty cocktail glasses. After winning the set 6:4 in 35 minutes, he and Simon joined the ladies at the table. But he didn’t wait for an answer, but made a suggestion: “I would be in favour of a small change of plans - how about a mixed doubles?”

Before Bridget could protest, Irina had already enthusiastically agreed. “An excellent idea! Much more amusing than a stupid gender duel!” Bridget gave her friend a dirty look, but was secretly relieved. Her ambitious nature didn’t help when it came to accepting defeat.

“Ladies choice!”, Irina announced after she stood up and reached for her sports bag. Not surprisingly, the brunette chose the blonde Simon. “My type!”, she whispered to Bridget as they entered the square. Bridget positioned herself next to Nando on the forehand side and soon the first balls flew over the net.

After an hour, lots of laughter and countless flirts, Bridget and Nando narrowly lost the set 5:7. Bridget took it easy because she had played well above her level and had a good match. During the handshake at the net, Simon whispered something in Irina’s ear. The woman grinned.

Irina and Bridget marched off the pitch feeling pleasantly exhausted and happy. “Wait a moment!” said Irina. She held Bridget back until the men were a few meters ahead. “Simon just proposed to me!” she continued quietly. Bridget raised her eyebrow in interest. “And what is this suggestion?”

“The second set takes place in the shower cubicle!”, she explained with a lustful expression.

“Mixed doubles?”, Bridget pondered. A sensual desire began to manifest in her groin. It was an offer she could hardly refuse. A quickie in the shower with these two athletes? That sounded extremely tempting.

“What do you think?”, Bridget answered with a reserved counter question. She tried to let Irina make the decision - a half-hearted attempt to relieve her own guilty conscience.

“I agreed to Simon a long time ago!”, Irina explained full of expectation. “Or do you want to leave both guys to me?” Irina grinned frivolously.

“No way - I’m in!”, Bridget finally decided.

A little later Bridget and Irina had gathered in front of the men’s cloakroom. Then the door opened and Nando waved her into the changing room with a conspiratorial gesture. He was completely naked and Bridget was pleasantly surprised at the man’s genitals. “The coast is clear!”, he whispered to the ladies. Bridget and Irina quickly scurried into the room. They hurried past the lockers and into the brand new, spacious shower area. Simple tiles and modern fixtures shined in the natural light that flooded into the room through skylights. The individual showers were spacious and partitions provided some privacy. It smelled like shampoo and after shave. Nando took Bridget by the hand and led her into a cubicle at the far-left end of the room. He seemed to be in a hurry because his cock was already erect in anticipation. Bridget quickly slipped out of her skirt and top as the warm water began to patter on her sweating body. Nando reached for the shower gel and began to lather the woman’s wet body. Bridget’s pulse shot up as Nando began soaping her tits. Despite her excitement, the blonde managed to take a look over Nando’s shoulder at the shower cubicle opposite: Irina was already one step further. She was kneeling on the floor, shoving Simon’s cock down her throat as the water ran down her head and shoulders.

“Relax yourself! I can handle bigger balls too!”, Bridget heard Nando say. Bridget had no doubts about this. She had long since noticed that Nando was quite skilled when it came to pampering her erogenous zones. He stood behind her, pressed his slippery erection against her bottom and began massaging her stomach with his soapy hands. But he didn’t stay here for long, instead letting his fingers wander further south. Bridget pushed her pelvis towards the man’s greedy hands. The next moment the man’s index and middle fingers slip into her crack. Bridget instinctively closed her eyes. It was time to concentrate entirely on the man’s touch and her growing desire.

Pretty soon Bridget’s horniness had reached a new level - a level that even the most skilled man’s hands could no longer do justice to. Now Bridget was in the mood for a big cock. Indeed, Nando’s erection had developed magnificently. Bridget loved it when cocks were so swollen that they throbbed with excitement, turned dark red and the veins stood out. It was too late for oral sex now, Bridget decided. She wanted to feel this mighty beauty between her thighs, right away. Without further ado, Bridget freed herself from the man’s embrace, spread her legs, rested her hands on the wall and held her soapy, shiny ass out to Nando. Nando didn’t need to be asked twice. Unlike tennis, he didn’t need two attempts to hit the target. It didn’t take long for Bridget to see stars.

“Bridget! Can you take on two? I can’t do it anymore!”, she heard Irina moan a little later. Exhausted from the sex she had just enjoyed, Bridget looked into the shower stall opposite. Irina was leaning against the wall of the shower stall, completely exhausted. Simon was just about to approach Bridget. His erection was like new, so Irina hadn’t done her job. Bridget was excited by the prospect of sex with two men. On the other hand, she couldn’t imagine how she could accomplish this feat given her own exhaustion.

“You take over!”, Bridget heard Nando say. “The lady has perseverance!”

Nando withdrew from her lap, and the next moment another cock penetrated Bridget’s crack. The blonde was shaking with excitement and exhaustion. She didn’t know if she would be able to stay on her feet for more than a few seconds. Simon seemed surprisingly fit. Bridget suspected that she had underestimated the two men. They were average tennis players, but top notch, tenacious fuckers.

Bridget looked at Irina again in a daze. Irina was still breathing heavily, but was grinning cheekily. She looked satisfied - but also happy that she had the strenuous sex behind her. Bridget saw the glee on her friend’s face as she was being worked on by Simon’s lustful thrusting.

The orgasm that Nando had given Bridget had been enough to satisfy her desire. Bridget was all the more astonished to see how the next tsunami of pleasure was building up inside her. In disbelief and yet with unbridled greed, Bridget received the next climax. She was sweating, panting and moaning. Her vision went black and her knees trembled, but she still managed to stay on her feet.

“Now it’s my turn again!” she heard Nando say. Bridget didn’t want to believe it, but the next moment it was Nando again, trying to push his cock into her womb. Bridget decided to take the initiative. Slowly but surely this quickie turned into a marathon. She withdrew from Nando, knelt between the men, grabbed the two powerful cocks and pulled the men closer to her. It would have been laughable if she couldn’t bring the two men to their senses with oral sex.

She took turns giving the two magnificent cocks her oral caresses. While she pampered one cock with her lips and tongue, she worked the other member manually. Bridget massaged and licked and kissed herself into unexpected realms. Her knees hurt, her love secrets ran down the insides of her thighs and mixed with water and shower gel. Her wrists were strained to the limit and the greater the men’s sexual ecstasy became, the less gentlemanly they rammed their cocks down Bridget’s throat. The thought briefly popped into Bridget’s head as to whether this double-cock act wasn’t a mistake - a double fault? But then Nando freed himself from his torments of pleasure by relieving himself over Bridget’s shoulder and breasts. Almost simultaneously, Simon came between the red-painted fingers of her right hand. The second set had gone to Bridget, but it had been a close game...