Whenever Mike traveled on business, he liked to get physical activity between the meetings. Usually this was a quick trip to the hotel gym, a jog in the hotel grounds, a dip in the pool, or sometimes a quick game of tennis. On his recent trip through Asia, he did the same, except this time, each destination rewarded his dedication to fitness with an experience of sexual novelty. Without planning to, he sampled a veritable international menu of fuckable women.
It all began in Taiwan where his meetings were in the morning and he was free until dinner. The meetings had gone well, most people being interested in the professional management training seminars his company was offering. He called down to the fitness center and asked for an hour with the hotel tennis pro at noon. He then changed and headed out to warm up. Mike was well maintained for his forty years, but her knew he would need to stretch before a game against a pro. As he as ending his routine, he noticed a young woman in tennis gear heading toward the one tennis court. Had he made a mistake in his booking time? The woman, almost a girl, put her hair up as Mike admired her trim ass under her tennis skirt. He noticed she had large breasts for a Chinese woman, which bounced nicely under her half T-shirt as she walked up to him. Around her neck were the white straps of the bikini top that was restraining her tits. Her skin color was that of someone who had spent hours in the sun without burning.
“Hello, I am Sammy, and I am your tennis partner for the hour,” she said in a crisp California accent, “you look ready, so let’s have some fun.”
Mike stared for a while and then walked to his side of the court. She was good, better than him in many respects, and she soon had him running from side to side. He soon got used to her shots and was able to power a few past her as well. At the first water break she stripped off her T-shirt and played in her bikini top providing Mike with a gorgeous view of the top half of her perfectly round and tanned globes. Every time she bent to pick up the balls at the net, he was treated to a view of her breasts hanging down, or if she was facing the other way, the even more erotic view of her ass as her skirt moved up her thighs.
Finally, after an hour, he sat down sweaty and exhausted. She walked around collecting the balls, providing Mike with more bending scenes to jerk off on later in the privacy of his hotel bath. He was completely hard by the time Sammy walked up to him, sweat forming rivulets down her wet-dream of a body. Her nipples had stood up because of the gentle breeze. She looked down at Mike’s crotch and licked some sweat of her upper lip. Her tongue made his dick twitch. He knew she had seen that and was a little embarrassed. She came and stood right in front of him, her groin directly in front of him. She was close enough to smell and she smelled sweet and sweaty.
‘What are your plans this afternoon?” she asked him, the sound of her voice distracting him from her glowing, brown skin.
‘Well, I need a shower first”.
“Why not shower here,” she asked, pointing to the little pro-hut, “It has a great shower, towel …you could shower with me.”
Mike was sure he had misheard, but she pulled him up and made her follow him inside. The light inside was dim, but he could see that she had pulled open the string of her bikini top and was heading toward another room. She looked over her shoulder allowing him to admire her naked back. Her perfect figure was silhouetted against the light. She grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down in a sexy striptease just for him. Her white panties formed a thin line down her ass crack. Mike stripped his T-shirt and shorts and followed her in his briefs, his massive erection leading him on.
