Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 48

"So... separate your legs... like that... yeah..."

"Come on, that was your plan on a weekend, really?"

"Of course it was! Why wouldn't it be Prissy?” he asks and I feel his breath close to my neck, he is behind me, wrapping his arms around me.

"Mmm, I don't know...it seems like you're enjoying the situation, too much" I reply, and he lets out a chuckle that can't be disguised and continues with his instructions.

We're on a big club that I obviously didn't even know existed, well because… it is especially for the rich. There are tennis courts, basketball courts, green spaces, probably saunas and swimming pools.

But we were not in any of these last places of recreation and amusement. No, sir, we were on the tennis court, in the dreaded realm of sports.

I swear it couldn't get any worse.

Ethan seemed to be in a good mood, happy even, he brought his rackets, balls, equipment, everything, like a pro. I don't know how to play anything, let alone this rich man's game.

Ethan is wearing shorts and a t-shirt, he took off his cap and looks handsome as always. He told me to wear a dress or a skirt with a blouse, and I didn't know why, I thought we were to a picnic or something fun, no to play sports.

I decided on a skirt I rarely wear, and a casual shirt with buttons down the middle, white, short sleeves, it's something casual. And I quickly notice he liked my choice because he can't keep his hands off me.

He actually unbuttoned several buttons of my shirt so that "I would be more comfortable" but I think he just wants to look at my cleavage.

We are here together, and he's supposed to be instructing me on how to play tennis, or at least, trying.

"Are you sure because..."

But for the last few minutes he's just been giving me dirty looks, and definitely, running his hands up and down my body.

"I don't know what you mean, but... shall we continue? Try to listen... you are not paying attention"

Is he fucking kidding me? How I can concentrate when he is touching me like this?

This man is unbelievable. One of his hands is on my arms, the other is on my waist, but I can already sense his bad intentions.

"Okay, well... you don't just need arm strength, it depends on a lot of things. You have to hold the racket... yeah, like that... and make the right movement. Most importantly, legs like this...firm" he says, taking my hips, pausing for a moment, pressing lightly with his thumbs.

"Perfect. Then your knees should be slightly bent to me prepare" he says, moving to the side and crouching down, "feet should be slightly apart without exceeding the width of your shoulders" he says, touching my knees, then firmly grasping my calf with an open palm and moving upward along my thighs. It makes me feel dizzy and warm, unrelated to any exercise, the weather... or anything else.

"Are you okay there? You are taking too long..." I ask him ironically, trying to get his attention, I sense that we're not moving forward at all... and I don't know if I want to.

Every moment, I'm consumed by the thought of his touch, making it difficult for me to catch my breath. He snorts.

"I'm more than okay..." he answers with a wink, getting up from the floor and coming back behind me, pressing me against him, again, so close.

"Is it really necessary for you to lean on me like that? What people are going to think of us?"

"Actually... I´m trying to help you..."

"What you mean? I get it, I'm not very good at sports, but..." I ask.

"Your little pretty skirts rises when you bend over, showing delicious parts of your anatomy. Also... I don't give a damn what other people think about us...." he tells me sensually, leaving baby kisses on my neck.

Sweet Lord.

Suddenly, I feel one of his hands creep up the back of my skirt, up to my tight, and grab my ass, without shame. I am startled.

"Ethan... what?"

"That's how I'm explaining to you what you're showing those old men over there," he says amused as he squeezes my butt harder now.

"God..." I gasp.

"You feel so good... so curvy... " he whispers.

"Ethan... just..."

"Where was I? Oh yes, you already have the right position and...Damn! That skirt is distracting me, it's your fault, Princess”

“You are…”

“Now the ball is coming, and you have to hit it with the racquet, don't worry it won't come too fast. Remember just one hit to dodge it"

"Okay... " It sounds easy, but it's not, especially when he's so close, I feel his hardness behind me rubbing against my slightly tilted ass. He's really enjoying himself.

"You're doing great, Prissy," he says very close to my ear, and I hear him breathing fast while I'm practicing the move like an idiot.

Suddenly his hand is on my thigh, and he starts to move up, his palm and fingers pressing into my flesh. He climbs shamelessly until he gets into my skirt and I feel a little shudder.

"Keep going," he whispers seriously into my ear, "I think you're very good at this... at sports, I mean." His hand is already squeezing my thigh, and my breathing accelerates.

"I...just..." I'm totally out of it, can't even concentrate on what I'm doing or if I'm standing right.

All I know is we're in this wide-open space, with people around, they're all far away, but there are definitely men nearby, concentrating on practicing their moves.

While I am with a depraved man who presses his erection against me, lifting my skirt and caressing between my legs. And he doesn't care what others think!

"Keep going baby, yes... like that... good" he says, knowing exactly what he's doing to me and how he's making me nervous, turned on and definitely aroused.

His hand finally gets to where it's supposed to be. I hear him let out a sigh, and I can imagine he's grinning like crazy when his fingertips graze my center and subtly at the beginning of the edge of my underwear.

"Ethan... please..." I gasp.

His fingers delicately brush this area, and he begins to make small circles with his fingertips in a delicious way on my underwear. I feel all my blood flow in that area and at the same time I am bound to act as if nothing is happening.

In a single movement he pushes my underwear aside and my center is exposed, here! In the middle of the court! In the morning!

"You are already... so soon baby..." he says excited. He tries to say that I'm ready for the game. But no, we all know he is referring that I am shamefully wet, ready for him.

Suddenly he stops, leaving me like this... with the expectation.

"You're doing very well princess, I think it's time for you to try the movement actually with the ball" he says, pushing me forward, without moving his hands from where it is, his fingers are still on top of my thigh.

This is hell and heaven at the same time.

"Excellent, now take a good look at the machine, it's going to throw the ball... soon" he says as if he were a real coach, but with a husky voice.

I'm truly impressed of how he can talk about anything else, I know his breathing is ragged, affected as I am.

I wait for the ball for a while, and he begins to move his fingers to my exposed area again, caressing me so subtly that I feel goosebumps.

My heart jumps out of my chest and a sweet moan escapes my lips. Not only am I totally turned on, but I can feel him pressing his hard dick against me, it's got to hurt.

“You feel so warm…” he mutters.

He continues with this tortuous movement, daring to go further and further, always subtly, in circular motions. I can't stand it anymore, and when the ball comes, I hit it shaking and it flies away.

I feel my nerves on edge, I didn't know what to do, I didn't want it to hit me, and I didn't want to get its fingers away from me.

"Well, that... wasn't so bad," he says.

"Take me home... please. I can't take it anymore" I almost beg him with a hoarse voice. He laughs behind me.

" Are you talking about the game? Right? I agree that our practice is over" he tells me and in a few seconds all the equipment is in his bag, and he takes my hand.

"Wait... where do we go?" he doesn't take me to the car, instead we enter the central building where the club is administered and where there are also restaurants, shops, etc.

"Ethan...?" I ask, but within minutes we are inside the house and through a hallway he leads me to a door, we enter a room and I see him close the door, locking it with a lock.

It is a changing room with showers, toilets. A space almost public, and he's just closed it. What will people think of us?

"What...?" I begin to ask as he is on top of me like a desperate, kissing me hard, leaning on the counter where the sinks are placed.

"Fuck Prissy... you are driving me insane..."