Sparks on the Court: A Steamy Encounter with a Tennis Pro

Have you ever been swept up in the excitement of a live sporting event? The energy in the crowd, the roar of cheers, and the thrill of each serve can be exhilarating. Recently, I found myself immersed in such an experience at a tennis match. Among the fierce competitors, one player stood out to me. He was incredibly quick and skilled, showcasing an impressive ability to dodge each incoming ball with agility that left everyone in awe.

As the match progressed, I felt a mix of emotions. With every point he scored, my heart raced a bit faster. His tousled hair, chiselled jawline, and confident demeanour personified my ideal man. It was clear he poured passion and dedication into his game, captivating the audience, and me.

After the match ended, I stepped outside, still buzzing from the excitement. Much to my surprise, fate played its hand when I hopped on a crowded tram and spotted him standing right beside me as I looked around. The tram jerked forward, causing us to sway, and soon we found ourselves jammed together in the corner of the carriage. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Unable to move from the spot I turned my head to apologise for crashing into him and our eyes locked. He smiled and said 'I didn't mind one bit, how about you?'. My cheeks flushed red as I admitted it was pleasurable.

The atmosphere inside was loud, humid and cramped. Fans animatedly recounted highlights from the match, creating a lively buzz. Yet, as we stood squished together in the crowd, the chaos outside faded away. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, accentuated by shared laughter at our graceless positioning that melted any timidity I felt.

With each sway of the tram, I couldn't help but notice my already short skirt creeping up over my thick, firm thighs. Without the extra layer of clothing between us I could feel his passion for me grow. The tram came to a sudden stop launching me forward, he quickly grabs me by my well rounded hips with his large hands and pulled me back to safety. Now firmly pressed against his ever increasing bulge with only his thin tennis shorts between us; he whispers in my ear 'Is this alright? Is this a better place for you?'.

I'm lost for words but manage a nod with a coy smile.

I start to push back against him grinding my hips to the rhythm of the undulating tram. I feel his hot breath hitting my neck sending delightful shivers down spine. 'Are you ready to feel me between your legs? He growls.

I enthusiastically nod whispering 'PLEASE'. I know we're in public but I'm in a skirt so no will know. He checks to see if anyone is paying attention then slips his elastic banned shorts down just enough to release his rock solid cock before pulling me back over it.

I can barely contain myself.

My thong is now drenched as he pushes his hefty cock firmly against my pussy. I keep my legs close together increasing the pressure as he rubs in-between my thighs. Every now and then a jolt from the tram pushes him on slightly different angles and he able to slip inside my panties. He's now pressing directly against my clit and I'm starting to throb. He keeps going, occasionally almost sliding into me. I turn to catch his eyes, bite my lip and nod. He pulls back slightly and presses upwards to enter. My breath escapes me and I make a sound. I quickly cover my mouth. Thankfully the carriage is so loud no-body notices.

I feel so full; he's much larger than I anticipated! I grab onto a side railing to sturdy myself as he begins to thrust; slowly at first giving me time to stretch around him then more vigorously.

I can feel my insides contracting around his shaft him pulling him in deeper, matching his rhythm.

Now it's his turn to groan deeply, fingers digging in to my hips. I cant take it anymore! I contract strongly as if I'm trying to suck every last drop out of him and he explodes inside me.

I feel the rush of the hot cum deep within as he pulsates, emptying everything he's got.

We both try to catch our breath and his finger tips loosen around my hips. My cheeks are flushed and I'm filled to capacity.

He slowly withdraws and pulls up his tennis shorts as my stop approaches.

As I step off the tram, I turn back to catch a glimpse of him. His genuine smile so infectious that I couldn't help but smile as I fell a part of him dribble down my inner thigh.