Linda was nervous about seeing him again. She met Mark a few weeks prior after discovering each other on-line and chatting. They had seen each other about every other weekend since. Now, she was meeting him again, but this time would be even more special Linda thought to herself. She smiled as she also reminisced about their conversations on the phone and the emails they traded, not to mention the sexy and naughty pictures he had attached to a few.
Mark was definitely not shy about his muscular body and well-hung manhood, which made her feel free within herself. Linda had always been reserved, but she desired to be wild with the right person to help set her free. What drew her to him were not the pictures of his body, but his sensitivity. She remembered one conversation where Mark had confessed his hurt about his last relationship when his girlfriend left him for a long distance job opportunity. She knew he was very sensitive and that he could fall deeply in love with someone he cared for. Linda realized in her heart that she wanted a man like Mark.
So here she was, about to meet Mark for the fourth time… But thinking that she knew him better than her ex-husband she was married to for 8 years. She drove for a long distance and his directions were perfect. Linda pulled into the park and saw the tennis courts he described. Her hands were sweating slightly on the wheel as she pulled towards the parking lot. He was there, standing outside his vehicle, looking up at the sky. She smiled despite her nervousness. He was wearing white shorts and a loose fitting polo shirt. His sunglasses covered his eyes, which disappointed her. She distinctly remembered how full of passion and intensity they were…and how deep blue.
She parked several cars down and took a deep breath before getting out. As she approached, he looked down and smiled. It was a warm, comforting smile that made her instantly at ease. He took off his sunglasses and put them on his shirt making her heart leap as he gazed upon her, seeming to put a spell over her. Mark wrapped up Linda in his strong arms and they kissed passionately. There tongues wrestled as Mark reached down and cupped Linda’s tight little bottom in his large hands. Her ass felt great he thought. Linda loved being in his arms and felt warm and safe.
"Are you ready to play, Linda?" He asked.
"Just take it easy on me, ok?"
"We're just here to have some fun, not to get ready for the US Grand Slam." He replied, laughing.
It had been a while since Linda had played so her game was rusty, but she was enjoying herself. It felt nice getting outside and running around, not to mention the smiles she kept getting. She felt like she was in high school again. Suddenly, while she was reaching to hit a ball, she felt her ankle give way. She went down hard and grasped her ankle, unsure of the damage. She had sprained ankles before and she knew that this wasn't one of the worst, but it was going to be a little painful to walk on for a day or two. She felt a hand on her shoulder as Mark knelt down beside her.
"Are you ok? Oh shit. Can you walk?" He asked, holding her calf.
"I don't know, it hurts," she replied. Though she knew she could walk off the court if she had to, she wanted to see how Mark would react to the situation so she played helpless. His reaction was not what she expected, much to her delight.
Linda felt herself being lifted into his strong arms, his concern obvious in his eyes. As he carried her off the court, she laid her head on his shoulder. The pleasant smell of his cologne surrounded her and she felt herself relax into his arms. She also noticed how close his hand was to her breast. Her nipples became erect at the thought of Mark touching them. She felt herself wishing he had moved his hand higher when he lifted her, but quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. He gently set her down on the soft grass under the shade of a large oak tree.
"I'll be right back," he said.
Mark walked to his car and opened the trunk, pulling out a cooler. He carried it to where he had laid her and set it down beside her. Mark went back to his vehicle, searching for something. She saw him take a deep breath and walk back towards her.
"I don't have anything to wrap the ice with so I'm going to use my shirt.” Mark said much to Linda’s delight.
Mark lifted off his shirt and placed it on the ground. He began placing cubes of ice from the cooler onto it as Linda took notice of his muscular chest and broad shoulders. Mark worked out regularly and was a weight lifter since high school. His chest muscles flexed as he reached to position Linda to be more comfortable. Her face was right in his chest. Linda instantly felt turned on as her pussy became wet. Mark was sexy and rugged and Linda could see power in his movements. As she sat watching him, looking him over, she felt as if she could feel completely safe with a man like Mark.
A rush of extreme cold against her ankle brought her back to reality. He moved it around her ankle…slowly…gently. Linda sighed as he cared for her injury and she laid back and her elbows, watching him. His concern was overwhelming to her and she felt a burning inside her. Linda’s pussy became inflamed and swollen. Slowly, she moved her uninjured leg apart, allowing her shorts to move away from her. She knew if he looked at her he would see her tiny thong. She felt naughty, yet passionate at the same time.
"How does it look?" Linda asked.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad," he started but his words were cut short as he went to look at her.
She knew he had seen her but he tried to ignore it.
"I think it's gonna be ok," he replied, blushing slightly.
"It feels much better," she said.
