"Well, it's the only thing we can do here in this little space," she said blushing thinking she had already been too bold.

"You don't have to do it, Sally," he started to say surprised that she would initiate such a thing. His own wife Alyce would never in a million years entertain such an idea.

"I want to. We can do it right now."

"We could go out tonight and find somewhere," he suggested hopefully.

She reflected for a moment. "I don't know. David will be home. But maybe we could come back here."

"Super," he said. "The courts close at ten, I've got a key. I'll meet you back here."

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the lounge of the tennis club would be the perfect place. He wondered that he had not thought of it before this.

Again, he took her in his muscular tanned arms and kissed her with passionate abandon. She stopped him momentarily, her dark eyes smoky and lust glazed, as she lifted her hips, raised her tennis dress high and reaching down, slid her panties down over her swelling thighs, exposing the olive-toned nakedness of her buttocks to him; then she slid down into the seat moving her pelvis up and forward.

Unerringly, Eddie's big hand went down between her legs to her pubic mound, the black, curling hair tingling in his palm. As his finger found the erect bud of her clitoris, she moaned with sensual pleasure, her hips beginning to rotate sensuously and snake-like up against his hand.

He put his arm behind her and levered her forward while he unzipped the back of her white tennis dress. Inserting his arm inside the dress, he put his arm around her and captured a full naked breast in his hand. She leaned back against him as he began to massage the smooth flesh mounding under his fingers grasping the nipple between thumb and forefinger, he urged it to stiff erectness.

"God," she murmured, "your hands are doing wonderful thing to my body."