Sports
by Vanessa Evans

My attempt at various sports.

Jogging

On the Thursday evening, Jon came home a bit early and said that we were going jogging before tea. He told me to put my tennis dress and trainers on and off we went. I had a bit of trouble keeping up with him and the wind was causing me a bit of concern. There were too many people around and my dress was threatening to do a 'Marilyn Monroe'.

We headed off down this path across a few fields, and I was able to forget about my dress, which ended up around my waist a couple of times. Fortunately there was no one around to see anything. Out in the middle of nowhere Jon decided that we would stop and have a rest, but it wasn't much of a rest for me because Jon decided that he wanted to watch me do some cartwheels.

I hadn't done any of those since I was a kid and it took a few attempts to get it right again. He also had me doing handstands against a big tree and got me to stay upside-down for as long as I could. Because of the dress I was wearing I couldn't see a thing when I was upside-down and when I collapsed after my last attempt there was an old man walking his dog stood right next to Jon, only a few feet from me.

My dress was still up round my waist when I landed and I was so shocked to see him that I just froze in a heap with my legs wide open and my pussy staring at him. He must have though he had died and gone to heaven. After what seemed like hours, he smiled and walked on. Jon just said, "get-up" and "let's go," and we were off heading home. When we got back to the road I had to keep turning every time I though that the wind was going to 'flash me' to try to avoid it happening. I didn't want to risk Jon seeing me hold my dress down as I knew only too well what that would result in. I'm sure that I nearly cause at least one accident as I heard the screeching of car tyres behind me at one point.


Squash

When we booked out of the Hotel, we drove round until we found a big leisure complex. Jon decided that we would 'give it a whirl' and we went in. It was clearly designed for holidaymakers who were suffering from the poor English weather. It had just about everything that anyone could want. We (Jon) decided to have a game of squash first and we went to the 'dry' changing rooms.

I put on just my tennis dress and trainers and went to wait for Jon. The court they gave us had a glass rear wall so that an audience could watch you play. In a way, I was glad that no one was watching any of the courts. I never was any good at squash and it wasn't long before Jon had me running all around the court and he even gave me a bollocking for not trying hard enough. He is very good at giving me shots that I have to either bend down or stretch high to get at and my dress was riding-up to show my bum, or my left shoulder strap was going down my arm quite a bit and my left tit was hanging out.

It was only after we had been playing for about 30 minutes that I noticed that we had gained an audience of about four teenagers. I had to ignore them and concentrate on my game otherwise Jon would have thrashed me in more ways than one although there was one time when I went flying and ended up on my stomach with my legs wide open giving the little audience a great view.


Tennis

By lunchtime I was back in the land of the living and Jon decided that we'd go and play tennis in one of the local parks. He told me to wear just trainers, one of my very short, thin 'A' skirts and a crop top that is so short that you can see the lower part of my tits. It's quite a loose fit and every time that I lift up an arm it rides-up over my breasts. Sometimes, if my nipples are hard it gets caught above them and leaves me exposed when my arm comes down. When I was putting it on I was thinking that playing tennis would be quite 'interesting', especially when I serve. As we were driving down there I hoped that there wouldn't be any young kids there. We got there and as we were hiring the court the old man was looking me up and down. He looked what I imaging the typical 'dirty old man' to look like, shift eyes, eyeing me up and down, and wearing shabby clothes. I've had more than my share of men staring at me over the last year or so, so it didn't bother me in the least. The court we were given was a grass one in the middle of a few of them. There were a couple of teenage girls playing on a court to one side, and 2 teenage couples playing doubles on the other side. We were about half way through our first game when I noticed the 2 girls talking and looking over towards me. My little skirt was still covering my bum and pussy but my right breast was uncovered. The action of serving had caused my top to ride up and my bullet like nipples were stopping it going down again. When that volley ended I went up to Jon and pointed-out my predicament. At first all Jon said was, "Yes, nice isn't it." "Master," I said, "those girls are staring at me and they now know that I know that I'm exposed." "Okay," Jon said, "at the end of each volley you can pull your top down. That way it will look as if you're not doing it on purpose." "Thank you Master." I said, and we restarted the game. Needless to say that as soon as my right arm stretched to hit the ball, my boob popped-out again. Then when Jon won the volley I pulled my top down again. This went on for ages until Jon won the first game. In the second game Jon had me running around more and a couple of times when I had to turn or run quickly, I tripped-up and went flying headlong onto the grass. As I got up the second time I noticed that we (or should I say me) had an audience. The 2 girls and the 2 couples AND the old man of an attendant were watching me. Not only that, when I came to get up I saw that my top was above both my boobs, and my skirt was nearly up round my waist. No wonder I had an audience. At the end of the next game Jon told me that we would play one more game the leave. After a brief rest (where the others started playing again), Jon told me to walk back to the other side of the court scratching the top of my right cheek – under my skirt. He said that he'd once seen a very sensuous picture called 'The Tennis Girl' where a girl had been doing just that. The last game was just as energetic as the previous one (for me anyway). The teenagers had given up looking and were getting on with their game, but the old man was still there. Half way through Jon told me to stop adjusting my top and we played the rest of the game (Jon won again) with me virtually topless. When it came time to go we collected the balls, but we were one short. After a couple of minutes Jon said that he remembered me hitting one right out of the court. We went looking for it and eventually Jon saw it stuck in a branch about 4 metres up a tree. The old man had come over to help us look for it and kept saying that we'd have to pay for it if we couldn't hand it in. There was no way that we could shake it down so Jon said that I'd have to climb up and get it. "Besides, it could be fun." For him and the old man he meant. The last time I'd climbed a tree was when I was a kid, but after a few seconds working-out how, I started to climb. As soon as I lifted my foot of the ground I realised that the old man was going to get one hell of a view of my pussy. When I got onto the first branch I saw that the 2 couples who were playing doubles had stopped, and all 4 of them were up against the fence watching me. I made it onto the next branch, then I had to stretch right across to the branch that the tennis ball was stuck on. 'What the hell' I thought as I virtually did the splits above Jon and the old man. I glanced down to see Jon smiling and the old mad drooling. The branch that I stretch out to wasn't as solid as it looked and my legs opened even further. I started to fall and my arms grabbed out for anything they could find. They found the branch that I was trying to get on, and I just saw the tennis ball get shaken lose and fall before I lost my grip and started to go down. As I went down I saw my thin 'A' skirt blew up round my waist. I deliberately rolled over on the grass to break my fall and when I came to a stop I was on my back with my skirt still round my waist and my legs reasonably wide open. The worst (or best) part was that I was about 2 meters from the fence where the 2 couples were watching me, and my feet were facing them. I just lay still for a few seconds getting my breath back, then I saw Jon and the old man come over to me. Jon knelt down beside me and as he was asking me if I was okay I saw the old man appear at my feet. Guess where he was looking? I was winded and I tried to tell Jon that I was, but the words wouldn't come out. Jon said, "Stay still and I'll check you over." Jon then started to slowly run his hands all over me to see if he could find anything out of place, or anything that hurt when he touched it. Fortunately nothing hurt but he did find something out of place. My skirt was still round my waist, and my top was round my neck. As Jon moved down my body he lightly ran his hands over my breasts. This made my nipples stand to attention. As his hands went down up one leg then down the other he pressed the side of his hand onto my pussy. I let out a moan that made the old man jump a bit. As Jon reached my other foot he said, "Nothing seems to be out of place, does it hurt anywhere?" I waited for a few seconds thinking what to say, then said, "I've got this burning feeling between my legs, can you do something about that please?" Jon said, "There's nothing wrong with you, get up and cover yourself up." As I got up I saw that the old man's face was a picture.


At the Running Track

Just to prove that Jon isn't always predictable, after breakfast, Jon painted a pair of shorts and a top on me, wrapped some polythene round me and we went to the university sports field. The students had left for the summer and the place was deserted. We parked right at one end of the car park which was close to the running track, got out and started jogging round the running circuit.

Jon was all right in his shorts and vest but I felt very exposed. Jon said that you couldn't tell the difference from a distance of about 20 foot away, but any closer than that and you could start to see that there were no joins in the material and you could see my crack. We did about 5 circuits and then another car came into the car park and a couple of men got out. They did some warming-up exercises well a way from the track then started jogging towards us.

My heart was pounding to start with but when they came towards the track it went into over-drive. I thought that I might get away with it, just so long as they didn't come up behind us, or go the opposite way round. When they did start jogging round the opposite way to us I said to Jon "that's it, they are going to notice." Jon just told me to keep my cool and act as if they weren't there. Fortunately they were running in the outside lane and we were on the inside, and when they went passed the first time they just glanced at us and said, "good morning."

The second time round, one of them looked at me for a long time, and I'm sure that he was trying to decide on what he had seen. Before the third time, we pulled off the track, and stopped near the car. Jon told me to do some stretching exercises on the grass, and 'supervised' while I did all sorts of aerobic type exercises.

Other people started arriving and one carload even parked close to Jon's car. The 3 girls in it got out, took their track suites off and walked passed us within 6 feet; but didn't even look at me. I was both relieved and disappointed, I don't know what I would have done if they had said anything. We kept the 'aerobics' up for about 5 more minutes then headed for home.

Being naked in a place like that with all those people being so close had really turned me on. On the way back home I pleaded with Jon to give me some relief, but he refused saying that he didn't want to risk getting black paint all over him and that I mustn't do anything myself until we got home and I'd had a shower.

Once I'd done that, he restrained (that's the word that Jon says I have to use) me on the scaffolding in the back garden. He strapped me in and fingered me until I was about to cum then left me for about 30 minutes. Then he did the same again and again. By the time I eventually came I was so desperate for it that the neighbours must have wondered if there was a noisy party going on or someone was getting attacked.

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