A Time for Tennis

Jack leaned back in his chair, surveying my tennis outfit with an appreciative smile.

"You look amazing, David," he murmured, his gaze lingering on my legs. "Say, how about we make use of that outfit of yours and have a little tennis match outside?"

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was ready for that kind of physical activity in women's clothes, but then I thought about how much I had embraced this side of myself in the past few days. "Sure, sounds like fun," I finally said with a smile.

Jack led me outside, where we found a tennis court nestled in a secluded corner of the property. The sun was bright overhead and there was a gentle breeze in the air. Jack retrieved two tennis rackets for us and we began to volley back and forth, the sound of our sneakers squeaking on the court.

As we played, I found myself losing myself in the moment, the thrill of the game and the feel of the skirt swirling around my legs combining to create a heady rush of sensation. Jack was an excellent player, and I felt every muscle in my body working to keep up with him. But even as we played, the sexual tension between us remained palpable, the desire simmering just beneath the surface.

As the game drew to a close, we found ourselves standing panting and sweating, our eyes locked in a heated gaze. "You know, David," Jack said, his voice low and husky, "There's something about seeing you in that outfit that just drives me crazy." He stepped closer to me, taking my hand in his. "I can barely control myself."

Jack gripped my hand tightly in his, and we stood there for an electric moment, our eyes locked in a deep stare.

"You're such a natural at this, David," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Your swings are powerful and precise. It's as if the racket is an extension of your body." He pulled me closer, and I could feel the hardness of his body pressing against me. I felt my own desire swelling, the hunger inside me growing impossible to ignore. I shivered as his hand moved down my back, tracing lines of fire across my skin.

"Jack," I whispered, my voice trembling, "I...I don't know if I'm ready for this."

He looked at me with a mixture of tenderness and longing, his eyes filled with a smoldering intensity.

"It's okay, David," he said softly, "I won't do anything to push you too far. But I just can't resist you any longer. Can I touch you?"

Without waiting for an answer, he slipped his hand down my shorts, his fingers immediately finding my erect cock. I gasped in pleasure, feeling a surge of heat spreading through my body.

"Jack, oh god," I moaned, my body arching towards his.