We had played hard; the sets were even, but they won on games. Back in their clubhouse, they supplied refreshments and nibbles. They were perfect hosts.

Then the wine came out, and the rest of our team left after one, while we decided to stay for just one more.

As a thank you for the lift home, I invited him in for a coffee.

While reaching into the top cupboard for the cups, his hands wrapped around me from behind.

Excitement tore through my body as his strong hands found my breasts, followed by a purr as my nipples pinged into his palms.

Goosebumps exploded when I felt his lips on the back of my neck; there was no resistance.

I pushed and wiggled my butt back in confirmation.

He turned me around and pushed me face down onto the kitchen bench. I bent willingly.

Gasps escaped from me as his hands lifted up my tennis skirt and, in one motion, pulled my knickers down to mid-thigh.

My puss gushed and opened voluntarily as he slipped inside with one long stroke.

Totally liquid for his granite.

Moans filled the house as he grabbed my hips and long stroked that beautiful cock in and out of me.

My orgasm exploded without warning, yet the assault didn't abate, no romance, just his hands gripping me with animal lust.

He was relentless, my legs turned to quivering jelly. His cock so... deep. I screamed my pleasure.

A second "O" blew through me like a cyclone.

I felt him thicken even more, he lost rhythm, my puss tightened and pulsed around him.

His hoarse scream filled my eardrums; guttural and gravelly.

The first jet felt like molten fire, the rest that followed turned the fire into a raging inferno.

His body collapsed over mine, pinning me onto the marble benchtop.

I was a quivering mess, incapable of a coherent thought; consumed in a sexual fog.

Long minutes followed, only filled with ragged breathing slowly returning to normal.

I felt so empty as he pulled out, my puss trying to hold on, not wanting him to escape. To no avail.

A tsunami of cum gushed towards my stretched opening.

He pulled my knickers back into place just as the rush came.

My body trembled as his teeth nipped the back of my neck.

His three-day growth etched into my skin, as his footsteps on the laminate flooring confirmed his exit.

The door clicking closed echoed through the house as I lay bent over the bench.

After shocks ran through my body as my knickers filled with our juices.

A smile crossed my face as I luxuriated in my afterglow, already looking forward to next week when it will be my turn to be invited in for 'coffee'.

I'm so happy I let my husband convince me to pick up a racquet again, and it wasn't even halfway through the season.