After School Special

The sweat was in his eyes making it hard for him to see but he didn't want to take his eyes off of the female across the net from him. "Come on Kathy, I taught you how to hold the tennis racket for your backhand." Bill was well aware that of all the people in his tennis class, Kathy showed the most promise, but like any good instructor he made sure that he gave equal time to all of the students in his afternoon tennis clinic and he did try to make it fun for everyone instead of a chore. Bill thought that his approach worked more often than not.

For some reason Bill knew something odd was happening. He found himself more often than not looking at Kathy and he was seeing her as something other than a student of his. Maybe it was the heat and the way it made Kathy's clothes stick to her body in all the right spots. Bill looked for any excuse to touch Kathy. The glimpse that he got of her breasts when he stood close behind her when teaching her the ground strokes made him want to touch her breasts, to kiss them. Bill shook his head trying to clear the image of Kathy's breasts from his mind. Kathy was tall, 5'6"-5'8" at least, long tanned firm legs, flat firm looking stomach,really nice looking breasts, green-blue eyes and brown hair styled just off of her shoulders. When she smiled she lit up where ever she was.

Bill was really turned on by the way the sweat soaked shirt clung to Kathy's breasts. "Shit!" He thought, "I must be becomming a pervert in my old age." Aloud he said, "Ok everyone! That's it for the tennis lessons for the day, lets hit the pool for some swimming."