The Tennis Coach

In the weeks after my breakup with Janet I felt lost. We kept in touch and with our phones we 'saw' a lot of each other; and by a lot I do mean frequency and sexually. We found a porn site and became fervent cyber lovers!

I enjoyed my times on cam and the phone with Janet, but after a month or so the frequency between our 'chats' decreased. Although we still 'met' and masturbated together we were both becoming attuned to the limitations of electronic sex. It became something that happened less often and was not the part of our lives as it had been when she first left.

Oddly, in some ways my trysts with Janet confirmed to me my need for other women. I missed sex with Janet. I now recognized that wanted another lesbian experience, but how and where I would find it totally bemused me.

I started to look for it. It made me feel awful when I was at the tennis club or when I was at the gym, and I realized I was now looking at other women, some I of whom I knew, and wondered whether they would be up for it. As much as I desired a lesbian companion, I couldn't imagine me trying to 'pull' or seduce anyone into a relationship.

And then Janet called. I tearfully told her how lonely and horny I had become.

“Let me watch you on video.”

“What? Like a sex tape?”

“Exactly.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“Think about it; if you change your mind, you know where I am.”

After a couple weeks, I realized my life was also going along its typical path with no sexual relief in sight.
I called Janet.

We chatted a bit and then I asked. "What do you want me to wear?"

"Well, I could say nothing, but we'll leave that for later. Just a nice dressing robe and bra and panties would be good to start with."

“Give me a day or two.”

I hunted around and found a matching thong and bra. Black and lacy, they were both see through and very deliKristene. I didn't wear them often for the bra was so thin that under most tops my nipples would poke through. It was a little tight, but I got into the B cups quite snugly. The high cut thong reared up my stomach to rest high on my hips. As I looked over my shoulder I saw the sliver of lace plunge down and vanish between the rounded cheeks of my behind; it looked good. I had a deep red, silk, floor length robe that I also didn't wear that often and that seemed perfect for the shoot, as I was now beginning to refer to it.

Janet and I agreed on a time and she told me what to do. I would pose for her as she talked me through the video. Before the time we agreed upon I had a couple of drinks.

"Shall we start, are you ready?" Janet asked.

"As I'll ever be" I replied adding. "Do we really need to do this?"

"I'm sure we don't need to, but I certainly would like to," Janet whispered with a lusty edge to her voice. "I'm sure darling that once
we get going you'll love it too. Ready?"

Now I felt nervous. "Um no, I'm not sure."

She said. "Not sure about starting or whether you're ready?"

"Well both actually?

As it happened, it didn't matter.

"Not going shy on me are you?"

"Look at me over your shoulder, Kristen"

"Lovely, that's great, your hair looks fantastic."

Janet was saying all the right things, I could feel myself responding.

"Turn and look at me Kristen."

"Open your robe a little."

I did.

"A little more, grab the lapels, show some cleavage."

I did. It was getting to me.

"Undo it completely."

I did.

"Oh that's great, touch your tits."

I did.

And so it went with Janet giving me increasingly erotic instructions, which I followed,

"Let's lose the robe?"

"Turn away; let me see you from a new angle, your behind."

"Bend forward."

"Kneel down."

"Stand up."

"Push your tits out."

"Put your hands in your hair, ruffle it up, push it so it falls over your face."

"Undo your bra but keep it on."

"Take your bra off for me Kristen."

"Show me your tits. Pinch your nipples."

Now I was gone. I was over the top. The husky eroticism of Janet’s voice, me knowing that she was getting increasingly aroused from her sexual teasing had gotten to me. She was fucking me and I relished her fucking me.

"Lay down on your rug."

"Hold your tits Kristen, play with them for me, squeeze them, pinch your nipples. You do want to don't you?"

Laying on my back, being caressed by the smoothness of the silk carpet there was, nothing I wanted more than to do other than to be fucked by Janet. I pinched my nipples.

"Stroke your body" she told me.

“Stroke my body” I thought, what an expression, what a phrase, what a thought? An odd term, but a wonderful one. I did that, I did exactly as she asked, I stroked my body, my chest, my arms, my tummy, my thighs and my legs.

It had to come, she had to go further, the instructions had to be given. It was inevitable. They poured forth, one after the other. I responded, willingly to each one.

"Touch yourself through your panties"

"Slip your hands inside."

"Rub your clit."

"Keep one hand in there and hold your tits with the other"

"Push your panties down, not too far, just enough so I can see what you are doing with your hand."

I did that. I rolled my panties down, so they were just beneath my pussy, so that they were down far enough to let, my lover, Janet, see what I was doing to myself.

I was in a terrible state. So aroused, so turned on, so out of control, so under the influence of her.

"Show me your pussy Kristen." And here it was was the instruction that turned this into a fuck. Her request did it. It made me want more, need more, demand more. I wanted and needed just one thing.

Janet had asked me to have my dildo handy.

"Kristen, take your dildo. Make yourself come; please make yourself come for me."

I turned so my pussy faced Janet and fucked myself with my dildo. I’m sure Janet could see my come ooze around the dildo as I came. Hips up and down on the rug as my orgasm tore through me.

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After a couple of weeks thinking about the sex session with Janet, I decided to attend a tennis camp out west. It was part lesson and part conference. I had been a pretty good player in my teens, ranked in the top of my college class and had kept in practice by playing at a club and representing it in various county and national competitions. I had once had some coaching training so when I was asked if I would help out, I thought why not? It was to be a camp only open to women.

On the third night a group of the coaches had dinner together and I found myself sitting next to Jane, one of the leading tennis coaches in the country. I knew her vaguely and guessed she was her early fifties. She was extremely fit, had a slim, boyish figure, cropped black hair and an angular, attractive face. She had big eyes and high, prominent cheekbones that were attractive.

We hadn't chatted very much up until then, but she was very attentive asking me loads of questions and making appropriate comments and little jokes. She was surprisingly easy to talk to and I found myself a little surprised that such a senior person in the sport was bothering with me.

She told me about herself, without boasting and how her coaching and the videos she sold enabled her to have a house in th Hamptons, an apartment in Manhattan and a Porsche. I had heard rumors of her possible lesbian tendencies so when her attention became more intimate I was quite interested and flattered by her interest. So maybe this is what I have been looking for since Janet I thought?

When she rested her fingertips on my wrist a couple of times or placed her hand on my shoulder to emphasize points I didn't flinch or move away. I may even, I suppose, have looked rather lingeringly into her stunningly green eyes as she made those gestures. I didn't know for sure if they were attempts to check me out so I did nothing to overtly indiKristene whether I would be interested. In all likelihood, I thought, the touches were her just her being a bit touchy as many in sport can be. But when she let her hand fall on the seat of my chair and brushed against my bottom I wasn't quite so sure.

Dinner broke up and we all adjourned to the very small bar. I was in a corner at the end of the bar sitting on a bar stool when Jane and a crowd of seven or eight came in making the bar even more crowded. She bought everyone drinks edging a little closer to me and stood half in front of me leaning back, her body shielding my legs from view. I was wearing a white, scooped front, short sleeved tight top that showed lots of cleavage and a black silk skirt that had ridden well up my thighs, so I was showing a lot of leg. I wasn't wearing tights or stockings, so my legs were bare. I was probably 'flashing too much flesh' I thought to myself. Everyone was talking when I felt something on my knee. I looked down and saw her hand moving away. Another accident or an overt gesture?

It happened again a few minutes later and then a third time. What she was doing was seemingly accidentally just letting her hand fall down so that if we wanted it could be seen as an inadvertent gesture. But what I felt was becoming clear was that they were not mistakes. Especially when on the fourth time the back of her hand ran up my leg from the knee to the hem of my thin, silk skirt. A little panicky I looked around to make sure no one could see but was reassured on that for Jane had, if anything, moved more in front of me blocking my legs completely from anyone seeing what she was doing to me.

But then I watched her hand once more slip down behind her. This time it did not brush my bare leg. This time it was not a quick or surreptitious movement. No, this time I watched as the perfectly manicured nails, painted with a dark blue varnish stretched over the fleshy part of my leg just above my knee and I saw the fingers encircle it. They lingered there squeezing gently. There was no way that this could be anything other than a very obvious caress, a suggestive gesture and an invitation to me.

I didn't know what to do. I was excited that another woman wanted me, after all that's what I had been after since Janet had gone to the States some nine months ago. Many girls I knew or read about in Cosmo had done similar things and they weren't lesbian. But hints and gossip intimated that the woman whose hand was on my leg was just that. I was also somewhat excited and I becoming aroused. Sitting there on that stool my skirt above mid-thigh looking down and seeing Jane's fingers, almost idly now, gently touching my bare leg some four or five inches above my knee I just didn't know how to react. I didn't know what I wanted to happen or what I thought might happen. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing as I simply stared at that hand and those tempting, suggestive fingers on my leg.

I could move and I guess no face would be lost. I could slip off the stool, go to the ladies’ room or move away so that I would show I wasn't interested. Or I could, perhaps, place my hand on hers showing that I was interested, maybe press my leg more firmly or even touch her back to show that I was receptive to her. In the end I took the line of least resistance. I did nothing. Nothing to encourage or deter her. I in fact I put the ball firmly back in her court, or so I thought.

Jane was too experienced to be put off or discouraged by such a simple gesture. No she had been here before and she knew what to do. She must have recognized something in me, some signs or signal that told her I was “up for it”. She must also have known that during the evening that she had primed me, built me up perfectly, aroused my interest and reduced my resistance.

She immediately recognized the signal I was transmitting about the ball being back in her court. And she was able, ready and so eager to return the ball right back in mine. After a moment or two instead of just removing her hand, she slid it up my legs briefly letting her fingers go under the hem of my skirt and giving the inside of my thigh a little squeeze. Turning she stared right into my eyes with a look of assurance on her face. Again, I did nothing. She knew that she had got me.

The party started breaking up shortly after that and there were only four or five of us left, with Jane and me still at the bar. I was hellishly nervous as she came close to me and gave me another drink. Her eyes met mine as I felt her hand slide under the hem of my skirt and continue until I could feel her fingers touching the crotch of my panties.

“You’re wet.”

“I know.”

She smiled at me very confidently and said lightly. "Your place or mine Kristen?"

I stammered out that I didn't know and she said. "Why don't you make your goodbyes now and wait in your room for me? I'll only be twenty minutes or so."

Almost transfixed with the situation and the awe I suppose of such a famous and glamorous woman wanting me I did as she said. The realization that we were going to have sex though completely sobered me up.

In the room, though, my nerves really set in and I didn't know what to do. Should I shower, perhaps or maybe undress and get into bed? I couldn't do that, though, because it would mean leaving my door open. Maybe I should take my outer clothes off and slip into a robe but then I thought that was a little false so perhaps naked under it. But that seemed a little too much and I didn’t want to appear too eager and too easy. Even though I knew I would be both the minute Jane walked through the door. Possibly I should have a bath and greet her wrapped in a towel my hair still wet but that seemed just silly. So instead I settled for a quick wash and a change of panties and waited.

Time seemed to drag so much but looking at my watch, I saw that I had been waiting only ten minutes. I wandered around the bedroom wondering what would happen; my thoughts of course went to the times with Janet. But this promised to be so different. This I recognized was proper real woman's sex. I was playing with the big girls. I had been picked up so easily by her and was now waiting expectantly for her to come to my bedroom and make love to me. And I wanted that, just that. My body and emotions that she had been toying with all evening were now attuned to her and keenly anticipating what would happen.

But after half an hour she still wasn't there and I started to think perhaps I had got it all wrong. But I couldn't have, could I? She had clearly told me to wait for her. Surely I wasn't drunk and had imagined it or had got the message wrong. No, the touches at the dinner table. The almost caress like placing of her fingertips on my wrist, my shoulder and my bottom. The holding of my gaze just that little longer than was necessary and of course the overtly sexual way that she had slid her fingertips up the inside of my thigh flattened against the chair and beneath the hem of my skirt all told me that there was no mistake. But time drifted on until I had been there almost forty-five minutes and still no visit or even a phone call.

I was just about to give up and go to bed when I heard the light tap on the door.

"Fucking room service," she snarled holding up two bottles of champagne and glasses. "A girl could die waiting for them."
She marched in as if it were her own room and stood by a table that served as a dressing table putting the champagne down. She babbled on telling me that she just couldn't get rid of one of the male coaches. "Sorry but I could hardly say that I had to hurry to get to Kristen's room for she's waiting there for me to fuck her, could I?"

I laughed and said. "No, I suppose you couldn't."

"Particularly when the jerk thought he was onto a good fuck with me!"

She had changed from the brown, leather trousers and bright yellow shirt of earlier and was now wearing a full length, quite tight, black woolen dress. Her hair was rather more slicked back than usual and she was wearing a very pale foundation on her face making it look almost translucent in the dim lighting in the room.

"So Kristen," she said so confidently. "Were you thinking that I might not come to you?"

I admitted that it had crossed my mind and I let slip that I was just about to give up and go to bed. With a very assured smile on her face and her eyes glinting she said. "Actually, that might have been a good idea for I wouldn't have had to undress you then would I? You would have been wonderfully naked for me wouldn't you?"

Her words crashed into my mind and any minor reservations I had just simply evaporated. Her total assumption that I was so under her control and her sophisticated assurance and confidence just overwhelmed me. As I heard the words and saw her eyes devouring me, I simply melted. I knew at that moment that I was hers to do with as she wished.

And it was obvious that she knew it as well for she was teasing me, toying with me. She knew that she had me dangling on the end of a piece of string and I guessed she knew that I had emotionally totally given in to her.

I was sitting in a low chair. My skirt had ridden up to where my panties would be visible. Jane was standing against the table leaning back her ankles crossed. It was a pose of such confidence and control that I knew that I was completely out of my depth. I tried to say something about me not being very experienced. Why? I have no idea but she replied.

"I wouldn’t be nervous Kristen. You have a gorgeous face, a body to die for and legs that go right up to your ass. I want to fuck you not have you fuck me -- well not yet."

We looked at each other for a moment or two and she went on. "Yes Kristen I wanted you from the moment I first saw you. I have wanted to see you naked and to worship your glorious body." Pausing, she stood up straight her legs apart as she went on. "I want to see your magnificent breasts, the flatness of your stomach and the roundness of your behind." I watched her hands going behind her neck as she continued. "I have lain awake imagining you in my bed with my face between your legs lapping at your pussy that I just know flows so easily and so fully." Holding my gaze she fumbled behind her neck for a moment. I could feel myself being hypnotized by her phrasing and saying such things to me. They had exactly the effect I assume she was hoping for because they made me feel so bloody horny and receptive to her that I would have done anything. And as she said those remarkable words so even more incredibly exciting things happened.

Her fingers that had been fumbling behind her neck suddenly released her dress which then simply slid down her body. Getting caught momentarily on her nipples, she gave a little shrug of her body and she was suddenly standing before me in just a pair of heels and a pair of long, black, self-support stockings. Her body was slim and had hardly any curves, with very dark areola and nipples, they looked just like two acorns jutting out from as small a pair of breasts as it was possible to have. But despite that she simply oozed sex. She exuded an earthiness that I had never encountered before and she accompanied that with such a confidence that I felt totally under her control; I could barely breathe.

And then I saw that she was shaved. I was surprised at how visible and how deeply pink were the lips of her vagina. Did the sight of her sex excite me? No not the vision but certainly the symbolic intimacy and the fact that she had clearly done that in a calculated way, presumably, to pleasure herself and her lovers, most certainly did.

She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me with that slightly superior smile she said. "Now Kristen I want you to take off your clothes -- nice and slowly."

In any other circumstances I would probably have resisted doing that, even though the last time Janet had asked, I readily agreed, I recalled. This time it was not to flaunt myself to my ex-husband's camera or my bi-sexual lover: it was to bare myself for what was surely going to be a lesbian lover. That, if anything, made it even more exciting. But it was not just the sexual excitement that made me stand up and obediently pull the top up my chest, it was the spell she was casting over me. I felt so under her control, so captivated by her.

Leaning back her arms behind her supporting her, one knee crossed over the other she appeared to be so relaxed and assured. She must have known the effect she had on women like me and she played that to the full. Her eyes roaming over me, a little superior sort of smile on her lips she just sat there saying things like:

"Yes that's just right, very nice Kristen;" or, "Mmmmm lovely breasts my dear," as I dropped the top to the floor and I reached behind me to unclip my bra. "Slowly Kristen, slowly," she whispered. "Take your time, we have plenty and there is so much of you for me to savor."

As I, slowly, removed my pale cream, very thin bra trying to do it as I had seen strippers, so she continued with her torrent of the most erotic and hypnotizing words and phrases that I had ever heard. As I held the undone bra in front of my breasts for a moment or two and then slowly let it fall to the floor so I heard.

"Oh yes my dear, they are so full and firm, breasts that just ache for my touch, breasts that are so soft and just waiting for me."

I dropped my hands from my now naked breasts.

"Kristen you have such beautiful nipples. They are so hard for me. They are just ready for me," poured all over me almost making me shudder with desire. She went on as I started to undo the short zip at the back of my skirt.

As I started to ease the skirt down the incredible speech continued. "Yes nipples that I will chew on Kristen until I have you screaming for more. You will do that Kristen I promise. I will arouse your body so much that you will beg me for release. You will plead with me to make you come."

My hands were shaking so much at both the words and the sheer confidence this woman had that I could hardly fumble my skirt off but somehow I managed it and slowly let it fall down my legs. And still she kept talking.

I couldn't escape the words and the more she said so the more mesmerizing they became. The more captivated I became. Now in just my see-through panties she went on. "Yes I will adore your gorgeous pussy I will do that and more to you Kristen until you beg me to release you, so that you can come like you've never come before."

"No leave them on," she said rather after I had slid my hands into the waistband of my rather skimpy panties, so tight and they avoided a VPL. "Leave them on, for when I start to fuck you, I want to see you in those gorgeous panties and I want to take them off so I can stare at your pussy as they come away."

Even her use of cruder language, that I don't usually like, did not have an adverse effect. In some ways it just made her hold over me stronger and I felt my body quivering as, firstly, she blatantly ran her hand over her breasts, then pinched both of her nipples and then let me watch as she touched herself between her legs that she crossed and uncrossed.

I watched in a trance-like stillness as Jane stood and walked towards me. She had the stride of a ballet dancer. I assumed that she was going to take me in her arms and kiss me but no she walked behind me. And then I felt her slim body against my back, her hands reaching around me and cupping my breasts. She squeezed them and pinched my nipples as she ground herself against me. It was enjoyable yet slightly weird for I really felt that I wanted to be cuddled and coaxed into sex. But that was clearly not Jane's style. No she was doing exactly as she pleased, precisely what gave her pleasure and that seemed to be using me as her plaything. I was helpless held like that but was enormously excited. The feeling of her body against my back, her mound on my bottom and her hands on my breasts was so powerful and so different to what I had experienced before.

With other girls it had been mutual with each of us finding our way in giving and receiving pleasure from another woman. Now though Jane was taking what she wanted from me and taking for granted that I would give that. She was, though, absolutely correct for the helplessness I felt imprisoned in her arms, the way that she was dominating me and the exquisite excitement she was creating in me all combined to make me feel, at one point, as if I would faint.

She pushed me towards the writing desk across the room and made me lean forward so that I had to support myself by holding onto the desk with my hands. I was half bent over at the waist. She took hold of me at the fleshy part of my hips her fingernails digging into the softness and then ground herself against the base of my spine. She started to simulate the movements a man would make if he were doing me from behind. She also slid her arm round me and her fingers found my clit.

It felt as though she was actually fucking me. As though it was a man inside me. But of course, she wasn't even in me but the sensations I got from her bare, shaven crotch on my bum and her fingers rubbing my clit were so similar that I started grinding myself back against her. I didn't quite come, but I was very close. I wanted her to give and take more from me. I felt her stop and her body lay on mine her hands once more cradling my breasts. She was wrapped around me her small breasts pressing on my back the fronts of her nylon covered legs against the backs of my naked ones. It was about the most erotic feeling I’ve ever had. One of her legs slid between mine and she pressed upwards forcing my legs apart, quite wide. I could feel her stocking begin to rub against my pussy, I let my hips begin to move to slide against her leg, humping her.

“Not yet.”

I felt her slithering down me. She was kneeling behind me her face level with my bottom. She forced my legs even wider apart and I felt her tongue just above the low waist band of my panties as one of her hands ran up the inside of my widely opened thighs and pressed hard against the wet gusset. Her tongue and lips were now moving all over my panties biting, kissing and licking as they moved ever closer to the crease in my bottom. Almost, no actually totally, unceremoniously I felt her thrust the material to one side so that my two cheeks were stretched apart. And then her tongue was on me. There was little hesitation or foreplay with her. No she had decided that she was going to lick my ass and that is exactly what she did.

“Are you going to do my ass?

It had been years since anyone had done that to me; In some ways it struck me as something of a taboo place, but also one of curiosity, just like being bi. Taboo I may have thought it but in my state of heightened arousal and the sheer control Jane had over me it was also a place of untapped sensation, thrills and excitement. Her tongue probed against the restraining muscle and may well have gone some way into me as her hand stroked and rubbed all round my lips and clitoris. I was totally gone; low moans, deep sighs and grunts were coming from my mouth as an almighty explosion erupted inside me. My tits were squashed flat against the table and I gripped the side of it almost breaking my fingernails.

I'm coming from having my ass licked, one side of my mind told me as the other said just enjoy it. I felt my legs giving way and I sank to my knees. Jane held onto me so I was on all fours with her bent over me, my bum in the air. I felt her grip my panties at the leg. She pulled on it hard making the silk and lace dig into me. Fuck, she's going to rip my panties off I thought as the pressure increased. I felt and heard them starting to tear. She ripped them so that the waist stayed in place, but they fell open at the gusset. It seemed so wonderfully rude and erotic to have my panties torn from me so that my lesbian lover could more easily get her tongue into my pussy. It just served to thrill and excite me even more. She didn't take them off but left them hanging with my most womanly places on show. That made me feel abused, wantonly naked even, she was treating me as she wanted but with an interest in what I might want. Oddly that didn't upset me, it excited me. I wondered just how it was that she could get me so sexually excited.

And still she didn't stop. Laying slightly on one side on the floor of the room my head pressed against the leg of the table my legs wide open and the shreds of my panties still around my waist and one leg, her face slid between my legs. I spread my legs – I wanted her down on me. She had so inflamed my body and had taken such a strong control of my emotions that I was hers to do anything with that she wanted. But, she also knew what I wanted.

I was in a sort of manic heaven. I didn't know what was happening to me both physically and emotionally or really just what she was doing to me. Kneeling over me, her mouth on my clitoris and vagina, her hands and fingers between my legs and all over my bum, I had the most extreme sensations roaring through me from so many sources.

I felt her finger lubing my anus with my pussy juices. I thought that I could feel a finger pressuring my sphincter.

“Jane, no one has ever ….”

And just then a finger slid into my anus, accompanied by two, or three in my pussy while her mouth was on my clitoris. I never imagined that anal penetration could be so exhilarating. I was wracked by an orgasm as I lost my anal virginity in combination with all those other sensations.

My night with Jane soon ended with her leading me to the shower and sensuously washing the night of sex from the both of us. We made a date for breakfast with the promise of spending our day together.

I knew now that I was different to many of my female friends. I knew that my sexuality was at best suspect: I was becoming at least as, if not more so, attracted to having sex with women as I was to men. Jane had such an effect on me that at times I was convinced that I was lesbian. She had so consumed me during our days together that over the next few days I could think of little else other than what she'd done to me and the feelings and sensations I'd experienced.

Just where my new world was taking me, I didn't know, but I did know that it was a new world.