Chapter 1
When Patrick died he left behind him a widow still in her forties and a daughter of 22. He had always been a very keen tennis player and was a very strong club and county player. His daughter (Jo) had played for GB as a junior and briefly played the circuit. She had not been in a position to pursue tennis as a career for long even though her father had been keen for her to do so. Her father was a member of a small, four court, tennis club but Jo had rejoined the much stronger club after coming back from university that year. There the ladies team was strong but Jo was still by far the strongest of the females.
It was not long after Patrick's funeral that Jo was contacted by one of her father's tennis friends. He said how much he and his friends missed Patrick particularly as he had played in a fixed four with them every week. He went on to say that there were no other male players at the club who were strong enough to make up the weekly doubles and asked Jo whether she would consider joining them. Tennis wise this was a very sensible idea for both the men and Jo. The men were all in their late 40's or early fifties but very fit and very keen. They were some of the strongest players in the country for their age. Jo knew them all through her father and was delighted by the idea. There were no local female tennis players that were a challenge to her and the county team was in a very low division.
There was just the one floodlit court at the men's club and the fixed four was always played on a Friday night 8.30 to 10, the final session. It was tradition for the four men to finish at ten, have a quick shower and have time for a quick drink at the pub round the corner before going home to their families. The first session went really well with a rusty Jo enjoying playing good competitive tennis for the first time in a long time since Uni. There was good banter and they each played a set with each other. All the sets were competitive but Jo even out of practice managed to win all three. As they went into the deserted club Jo noticed the sign saying that the ladies shower was out of use.
"Oh well I shall just have to use the gent's shower then won't I?"
"Okay we will wait until you have finished then."
Tom, Rob and Russ
took a step away from the door to the changing room and Tom indicated to Jo that she could go in.
"I am sure you are all real gentlemen. I don't mind us showering together if you don't."
There was silence as the men looked at each other completely shocked by Jo's suggestion. Tom and Russ smiled at each other but Rob was clearly very uncomfortable with the situation before saying,
"Look I will see you down the pub I don't think Annie would be very happy if I...... well whatever. What are you all drinking? I will get them in. See you in a bit."
Tom had to call out to Jo to ask her what she wanted to drink as she was already stripping off. When he had taken the drinks orders Rob was out the door in a flash. By the time Tom and Russ had entered the changing room Jo was out of her tennis top and had her one foot on the bench as she untied the first of her shoes. She looked over her shoulder and made no move to reduce the view that they had of her tight tennis panties. Reaching down, as she was the material was stretched tight showing off her shapely arse to perfection. This was not what really caught the eye of the two men. The shape of her pussy could not have been more clearly displayed and her cameltoe was deep and long.
"I see you don't have individual shower cubicles like the women."
"Oh sorry it is a bit communal."
"Not a problem. Right now communal seems just perfect to me."
Tom suddenly realized that he was routed to the spot staring at the vision of womanhood in front of him without making any effort to get out of his clothes. Jo pulled her second shoe off and turned to face the men. Her tight skirt was held up around her waist as she started to peel her surprisingly substantial panties over her hips. They were tight and she turned them inside out, as they were far to tight to pull straight down. The men were now starting to undressing but doing so without looking away from the vision in front of them. Jo had the build of a professional tennis player. Standing five foot nine her legs were toned but not over muscled. The men would soon see her stomach was flat and firm below her ample boobs that were well contained in her sports bra. They were not sure what was going to happen but were delighted, as she stood up naked below the waist. As had been obvious from her cameltoe her pussy was devoid of hair with the merest hint of a short trimmed triangle pointing down where the men were looking. Jo loved the attention she was receiving and did not want to rush what had turned into a striptease. When she turned her back again her full bubble shaped bottom was breathtaking and she knew it. Her sports bra was not a garment that could be taken off seductively but when it was off she knew that her very firm ample boobs would meet with approval. Just as she turned to reveal them she tweaked her large nipples to show them off to best effect.
Within seconds she was striding into the shower area. It was only then that the men realized that they had still got on much of their clothing. Tom held back just slightly as he had noticed Jo had left her panties on the top of her other clothes and he was desperate to examine them. He ran his finger across the area that had been covering her pussy. He was sure that the moisture was sweat but it was slightly slippery. When he lifted them to his nose the aroma was pungent. He was still into the shower area within seconds of Russ.
Neither men felt comfortable watching Jo openly as she displayed her body perfectly while washing her hair. Her next comment greatly relieved the tension.