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The powerful rays of the sun beat on her back as if Helios himself is whipping her as he glides through the early morning sky in his chariot. She concentrates on the incoming ball, the trajectory of the shot, the spin of the ball and the angle of the bounce. She takes little steps as she positions sideways to create the perfect space to receive the ball. She swings her racket, timing it perfectly, hitting the green orb a little bit on her frontside and above her waist. She follows through then a step to the front now facing her opponent again and the balls is sailing towards her wife, who easily hits it back to her. Their rally continues until her beautiful opponent gives her a drop shot. Her legs wobble a little as he tries to run towards the ball but she was too tired. Her spouse wins the point.
“So that’s how we are playing now? Drop shots?” she hollers at the vision on the other side of the net. She takes time to drink in the miles of olive skin currently on display. Her wife has foregone the tank top that goes with her white skirt and wore just her sports bra.
“I couldn’t let you win the point, darling. My arms were killing me already.” Her wife shouts back.
To be fair to her brunette queen, they have been playing for the over an hour. She is almost reduced to whizzing at this point, the only thing preventing her from doing just that is the gloating she’ll receive from the missus. The woman is fiercely competitive, they both were but her wife takes it to a whole ‘nother level; she is as much as a sore loser as a sore winner. Giving her an ammunition such as tiredness is a big no-no for the blonde. Don’t want to have our dear assistant district attorney cockier than she already is she thinks.
“Ready?” the brunette calls out. The blonde nods in agreement. The ball comes fast but she is able to whack it back; they begin the game anew. She sees and opening for a smash but she loses her grip on her racket and instead of a fast ball it becomes a drop instead. “Sorry!” she calls out. Ever the competitive, her wife makes a mad dash to the net. In an attempt to reach the ball, she stretches her whole body, she makes a loud grunt at the effort. Distracted by the sexiest sound she has ever heard, the gym owner just stands there with a widening grin on her face, ball flying past her. The sound of the lawyer celebrating jolts her from her stupor, she smirks, a plan already formulating in her mind. Soon the grunts and moans of her other half fills the air. It’s a good thing they play tennis in the early morning or else every member of their club would be privy to the sounds that only she should hear.
“Don’t think I know what you’re doing Emma Swan!” the disgruntled voice of the ADA reaches her ears.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And it’s Emma Swan-Mills” she claps back, the smile never leaving her face.
They continue playing and after an unusually high pitched grunt, Emma begins to think that what she started wasn’t a good idea after all. Her arousal has been rising as moan upon sexy as fuck moan was elicited from the equally hot as fuck wife of hers. She gives a lascivious grin and the mayor laughs at her.
“Stop making me breathless you Neanderthal!” she puffs as she hits the ball towards the gym owner, “you’re making it worse”
“What? I’m not doing anything!” she smacks it back.
“Wipe that smirk off your face, idiot” she smashes the ball with a grunt but the blonde returns it easily. She shifts and volleys the ball on right outer corner, way beyond the reach of the muscular woman.
“Game set and match!” she applauds herself.
The blonde doesn’t care though, she strides towards her wife and pulls her in her arms. “Regina Swan-Mills, you have got to be the hottest tennis player on this side of the earth” she exclaims before she clashes their lips together in a hungry kiss. She darts her tongue into the brunette’s mouth and is rewarded by a moan, she lifts her wife from the ground, feeling her legs automatically circle her waist, and walks towards the wall. The sandwiched lawyer hangs on for dear life as the gym owner ravages her mouth while the blonde’s hands slowly make their way to her ass and lifts her center, grinding it to her abs. They run out of oxygen, breathing hardly, their foreheads lean together.
“We… we should stop” the more sober brunette whispers. The fair haired woman doesn’t stop though, instead she starts kissing down her wife’s neck, tasting the salty sweat. She just can’t get enough of the woman. “Emma… darling, stop. Let’s go home.”
The gym owner looks at the ADA with lustful eyes and realizes that she can’t do all the things she wants to do to the woman in her arms in the tennis court. Without saying a word, she starts putting all their things inside their bag, foregoing all the balls strewn all around. When her partner goes to take them, she stops her and takes her hand pulling her towards the exit. “Leave them, I’ll just buy you new ones.”
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The door closes with a thud as Emma presses Regina into the door. There’s nothing hotter than feeling the woman writhe against her. She lifts her up and wraps her smooth olive legs on her waist. Hands go up the brunette’s ass squeezing the firm orbs in appreciation. She latches her mouth on that special place on her wife’s throat and sucks on it.
“Emma, Emma” she moans
“The sounds you make woman” she bites the flesh before her, “They should be made illegal. Hell you should come as a warning.”
“What? Too hot to handle, proceed with caution” her wife answers throatily.
“No, distraction guaranteed. Will make you perpetually horny” she playfully replies. Her wife just laughs at her. Her hands go scavenging for treasure, fingers slip beneath silky panties. “Or slippery when wet, full speed ahead” she jokes as she starts rubbing up and down her already soaking slit.
“Fuck me” she pleads
“Don’t mind if I do my majesty” she drawls as she pushes two fingers into her wife’s waiting cunt, going in and out to coax a plethora of erotic sounds from the other woman. Her mouth latches on a clothed nipple, “take them out baby” she pleads. Regina, with her last ounce of energy takes off the blasted sports bra and flings it away. She gasps when the blonde bites on her nipple, her pussy walls clenching at the sensation. Emma beams at how responsive her lover is. She laps on her breasts and then sucks on them knowing exactly what the olive skinned woman likes. She just could not get enough of her wife’s bosom, she gives them the reverence they deserve. The attention doesn’t go unnoticed by the brunette as she threads her fingers in to blonde hair, pulling her towards the already marked chest. Her fingers continue to pump in and out, her hands starts to cramp so she uses her body to push. This makes the brunette moan even louder with the rapid thrusting. The blonde continues the onslaught, her other hand imprinting her lover’s ass as she holds on for dear life. She doesn’t stop even as she feels the woman above her writhe. She gradually slows down and returns to kiss her wife’s swollen lips. She gently slips out of her still spasming pussy. She takes her hands to lips and licks her fingers, her arousal begins anew.
“why don’t we take this upstairs so that I can properly eat you, my queen” she declares as she tightens her hold on the woman and starts walking towards their upstairs bedroom.
“You are not getting sweat on my freshly laundered sheets!” she admonishes her.
“then I shall debauch you in the bath”
Regina just hums in response. Emma already starting things off by returning to her breasts.