I was shooting hoops after dinner, as was my usual custom. My ex-wife took the kids and left the house to me, where I had spent perhaps too many hours shooting on that court, either staying fit or refining my daughter Madi's basketball skills.
"Madi home?" asked a familiar voice from the gate. That came from Eva, the senior transfer neighbor that led Madi's high school team to a state title. She often joined Madi and I in our backyard, and I would coach the two of them up.
"No, Madi's at her mom's tonight," I answered, deftly noticing how her sexy little shorts showed off her long slender legs.
Eva was an eighteen-year-old certified triple threat - looks, body and personality. She possessed big beautiful eyes and a seductive smile that could instantly melt anyone with her focused gaze. Her athletically built body was accentuated by a chiseled pear-shaped ass that developed through years of basketball training, and a pair of bouncy teardrop tits that demanded well-deserved attention. On top of all that, Eva had a playful demeanor, with the ability to subtly provoke mind-numbing thoughts. She was a master of double entendres, using them to flirt relentlessly. As a result of all this, she was the singlemost popular inspiration for numerous teen self-gratifications. And for certain divorced grown men too.
"Ohh, I have you to myself then. How about a little one-on-one, Dr. JJ?" asked Eva in her what-did-you-mean-by-that ambiguity.
"First to twenty-one then?" I responded, resisting letting her get inside my head.
"How about a friendly wager? If I win, you have to treat me to a victory smoothie," Eva proposed.
"And if I win?" I asked.
"Well, I highly doubt that'll happen, but I'm sure you can think of something you want," she intriguingly answered. Titillation noted.
Now although I was pushing forty-five, I still had some game left. Whatever advantages Eva had in skill and quickness, I made up for with size and determination. The game battled back and forth, and it came down to the final basket.
"OK, winner takes all. If you can make this free throw, you get whatever you want, if you miss, I get my smoothie. No pressure," pressed Eva.
I nodded, not knowing how this was going to play out. I desperately wanted to make this shot, however, I was more than twice her age and sex was out of the question, wasn't it? Many times before she had knowingly teased me in public, but it was probably just my horny imagination. Not to mention there'd be hell to pay if anyone found out. There was also the obstacle that if it did go in, how exactly was I going to tell her what hopefully I wasn't the only one thinking?
"...Whoo, OK Eva, that's game. Now get on your knees and suck the living daylights out of my cock before I fucking pound you..." It all just seemed unfathomable.
It was at that point, Eva removed her windbreaker to reveal a clingy white cropped tank, sans bra. Her sweat had made it quite sheer, to where I could see the outline of her pouty nipples on top of those ripe melons. She stuck her chest out and rolled her shoulders, making them heave even further. Eva had now stepped over the line, so to speak, openly distracting me with her tits. It was working too, as I had a hard time focusing on the task at hand.
I tentatively stepped up to the free throw line, dribbled the ball three times, took a deep breath, and let it fly... CLUNK! Not even close to going in. Breasts 1, Me 0.
"I guess you win, I'll go get my keys," I said, to my disappointment. Eva trailed me though the sliding door into the kitchen.
"I've been thinking, I don't want a smoothie right now, I want something else... how about you give me a physical, Dr. JJ?" Eva said seductively.
Those words hung in the air for a pregnant pause. You see, I wasn't a medical doctor at all. I just had a doctorate's degree in Engineering. And since I go by 'JJ' with a proclivity for basketball, people started calling me 'Dr. JJ'. Surprisingly, Eva had anticipated this scenario - finding me alone, tempting me, propositioning me regardless of outcome. I didn't know why this was happening now, but I wasn't going to complain. Maybe it was on her bucket(!) list. My personal list was getting a rapid revision.
"Come stand in front of me," I directed.
"Okay, Doctor," she said, as she stepped up eagerly.
I felt her forehead with my hand, then put my hands on her head and kissed her forehead. "Hmm, you're kinda hot," I said, losing myself in those eyes.
"I think you are too," she retorted.
"Let me see that tongue now, Miss," I requested. Eva impressively extended her tongue a good distance. Then she curled it up and licked the top of her lips. I put my lips up to hers and went searching for that tongue and wrestled with it.
"I've never had a doctor do this with me. Is this some kinda new procedure?" she inquired in an innocent voice.
"Why yes, I can tell a lot of things by taste, it helps me with my evaluation."
"Oh, okay, did you get a good taste of my throat, Doctor?"
"Ahem, why yes, I find it very promising. On to your breast examination."
Eva nodded. I raised her crop top over her head, and her breasts magnificently dropped back down. I supported them in my hands, and lifted, as if to weigh them. Then I ran my thumbs over her dark pink nipples and squeezed them, supposedly checking for lumps. Nodding with approval, I leaned down and tasted her nipple, sucking it deep in my mouth and running my tongue over the tip.
"Mmm, yes Doctor! I hope you're happy with them."
"Oh, definitely. I'd say they're as good a pair I've ever tasted. Okay, now I need you to remove your shorts and sit up on the counter for me."