Just Keep Swinging - Sex Stories

Just Keep Swinging

... hit the netting behind me, before I remembered to move my now tired legs any further. It was as if rigor mortis had kicked in. I yelped, then landed almost headfirst on the floor.

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"Hello Mary, I'm Sarah, the first aider." Was the first voice I heard. It was sweet and calming. As I felt her hands tapping gently on my shoulders. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking hard before focusing on the young blonde girl's face. As it unblurred like something from a TV game show, it showed that she was rather pretty. A nice thing to open your eyes to. Compared to fat and hairy John, for example.

I couldn't have looked my best as I then screwed my face, and coughed my guts up as they helped me sit up. Briefly looking behind me there was a Mary-shaped sweaty patch glistening on the floor where I had just been lying. Someone handed me a cold glass of water. That was nice on the throat between lung hacks. My lungs have only ever been exercised recently running up the stairs because I had forgotten why I had come down, or more often than not repetitively having to stop World War three happening in the bedrooms with the pillows or toys. There were of course our sporadic sex sessions. He went on top after a while for that reason. My head, thighs, and arms were aching, I should have warmed up a little. I have not moved my legs that quickly for ages.

To great fanfare I am helped up off the floor. It was like I had won a shot, the applause that I was given. The strong supporting arm ...

... around my back must have been covered in sweat. I hear words like "your mom is fine" and "we will look after her."

I had forgotten in the excitement my children had just watched their mom spectacularly faceplant the floor. I was shuffled out the way, so the games could continue. I waved at my two. Putting a thumbs up. I was fine. Be good, carry on playing.

I was then steered and walked with the support of Sarah through a large white door with the large red sign that said, "Staff Only".

She sat me down on a cold leather bench, I could not help but shiver, I was now in an air-conditioned staff room beside the courts. I really needed to get my breath back. As a matter of urgency. I could also really do with a cigarette, that would have really helped. My lungs were getting itchy, and I could feel the agitation building. But I had to play the game here.

"I think I recognise you. Are you Mary Davies?" Sarah asked, her blue eyes sparking as she pulled a chair, so she was sitting opposite me, our knees just inches away I guess just in case I fell forward.

I smiled and practically snorted, "I was, I am Mrs. Mary Turner now." I studied her young, pretty face. Cute freckles on her nose and cheeks. No double chin with her. Very much gym toned. She was still in the prime of her youth. She was pretty enough to get away without wearing any makeup. I felt like saying to her- 'Please don't ever smoke, and don't get a husband and whatever you don't have children'.

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