The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... afraid those heels will affect your performance?' I laughed.

'Well, they'd at least give me a height advantage,' she smiled. 'Five minutes?'

'I'll be here,' I dribbled the ball, not taking my eyes off her as she entered the house, the impression of a bra strap visible across her back, no detectable panty line. Was she wearing any? I felt my cock pulse. I would've waited five hours!

*

I was taking a shot when she emerged from the house and that it missed was forgivable given the distraction. Wearing a flesh-colored gym one-piece or playsuit I think it was called, she descended the two stairs with a spring before finding my eyes on her and becoming noticeably self-conscious at her attire. Needlessly so. For though the set she wore was possibly a size too small, the material struggling to contain her boobs, the crotch hermetically attached to her pussy to reveal the most delectable of cameltoes; in my eyes, staring, feasting on her beauty, she looked perfect.

'Oh,' she looked down at herself before once more fixing my eyes with her seductive(?) gaze. 'Yeah, it's a bit "try-hard", I know! I bought it to encourage me to start going to the gym. It didn't,' she laughed. 'At least this gives me a chance to use it,' she paused. 'Even though... I don't really have the body to pull it off!' She denigrated herself and I was quick to take her to task.

'No!' I fired back, managing to drag my eyes up to hers. 'You look good. I mean... it suits you.'

"Oh. Thank you,' ...

... she smiled coyly, approaching to stand before me. 'You don't look so bad yourself, Mister,' she ran her eyes over my chest, lifting a hand to place it upon my pec, caressing onto my bicep as I in turn flexed to impress her further. 'I was going to say something when you were washing the car. Your muscles! You've certainly grown up,' she admitted, her lips remaining slightly parted, the hint of tongue touching her teeth. Was this the moment? My desire to kiss her was almost overpowering. 'My ball!' She startled me by suddenly sliding her hand down my arm and grabbing the basketball out of my grip before turning and clumsily bouncing, before taking a shot at the rim.

The inevitable miss brought a smile to my face and despite my eyes devouring the curves of her ass, the booty short design allowing plenty of buttock to escape their confines; the expanse of bare skin on her back, and the craving I retained for her, I attempted to put my energy into the game.

'Serves you right!' I laughed, moving in to retrieve the ball and dribbling around her to make a layup, the ball thankfully going into the basket.

'Wow, you're really good!' She overly complimented me as I retrieved the ball and made my way back to the line in the driveway concrete acting as the top of the key.

'Dad set up a ring back home,' I explained as I feigned dribbling one way before taking a shot over her head, sinking another basket.

'He was always pretty good at sports. Your Dad. Remember we used to turn ...