Basketball Desire

It had been a while since I played basketball. Growing up, I'd spend hours on our driveway, counting down the seconds, pretending to hit the game winner at the buzzer. While I worked out often, I craved that nostalgic feeling of shooting hoops. I decided to go to a small outdoor court nearby. The sun was just setting over the hills, a beautiful backdrop for the court. There was only one hoop and I ran back and forth, shooting fadeaways, hook shots, long distance. I felt like I was back in my element.

The dim light turned on and I wasn't close to finished yet. Suddenly, a woman had approached out of nowhere with a ball of her own. She was several inches shorter than me with a muscular build. She had red loose shorts that went to her knees and a loose black t-shirt. "Hey," she said.

"Hello," I remarked, turning around quickly and firing another basket. Nothing but net.

"You're not bad," she said. "Why don't we play one-on-one?"

I sized her up and down, surprised. "Really?"

"What? Don't want to lose to a girl?"

I hadn't played against a girl since my youth basketball league. I was much stronger and taller than this lady. "Ok fine. I'll give you five points."

"C'mon seriously. I don't need em. I'll beat you."

"Ok let's make a bet. If you beat me, what do you want? Name it."

It was as if the smile remained a permanent fixture on her face. I wondered what that face looked like without that smile. I was determined to find out by beating her. That's for sure.

"I like that shirt you have on. You have to give it to me." I looked down at my Bob Marley shirt, one of my favorites. "Okay, fine." She was clearly pleased. She dribbled a couple times with her palm before the ball went off her foot and rolled away. Her face reddened in embarrassment as she chased after it. This was going to be easy, I thought to myself.

"And if I win?"

She returned back with the ball. She paused and shrugged. "You can have my shirt."

I laughed. "What am I going to do wit a woman's shirt? It's too small for me."

"Just think of it as a trophy."

I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "Alright.

"Ladies first," I said.

She smiled. She dribbled between her legs several times and with shockingly graceful agility that caught me by surprise, she stepped back and knocked down the jump shot effortlessly.

We went back and forth and I didn't lead once. She had great twitch and anticipation. She stole the ball a couple times, drove it inside, and laid the ball through the hoop, evading my attempted blocks. After her winning shot, she locked eyes with me, grinning playfully. "Pay up, bitch."

"You tricked me." I smiled, shaking my head. I peeled off the shirt and threw the drenched thing to her. The coolness of the air felt nice against my skin.

"Let's go for another game. I'll get your shirt this time," I said.

"If you say so. I'd take your ball but I don't know if I want it since I saw how bad you are. Give me the watch if I win."

Now those were some stakes. My parents gave me that watch and I definitely wasn't going to part with it. "Deal. Again ladies first."

We ran it back and I won this time. She smiled, "Way to go."

She removed the shirt and threw it to me. She wore a gray sports bra.

"Last game. All the marbles. Only pride this time," she said. Her smile was slightly wider this time.

"Let's do it."

We went back and forth, playing even more aggressively than the other two games. She tripped and fell, grabbing her knee. "You ok?" I bent over to look at her leg when she grabbed my head and pulled it to her, kissing me hard on the lips.

I gave in. Her hands ran their way up my arms down the side of my torso. They were inquisitive, sensing the contours of my body before they reached my dick. She moaned as she felt my hard dick through the clothing.

We both stood up and walked to the basketball pole. She leaned the top of her back against the pole, arching her body forward while I continued to kiss her. She was as graceful in that moment as she was on the court. Her tongue searched for mine like she searched for spaces to make her way for the basket.

I sucked on her earlobes and down her neck, letting my tongue graze that smooth skin. I pulled up her bra, revealing two beautiful large breasts, and I looked at her longingly while she caressed the back of my head. I sucked on the firm nipples, rotating my tongue against the areolas as she moaned with pleasure. "Yessss... keep going... feels.. so.. good"

I couldn't help myself. I was famished at this point. I continued to kissed down her navel, allowing my tongue to play with it. I pulled down her shorts and underwear, revealing a moist pussy, labia enlarged with desire. I looked up at her face and her tender gaze locked with mine. Then her eyes flashed with greed and I followed.

I grabbed her voluptuous ass, anchoring her pussy for me. I nibbled and grazed around the pussy, teasing her mercilessly. "Damn it, don't tease me. Just fuckin do it."

And I obliged by sinking my lips into the pussy, savoring her. Her large clit emerged and I sucked on that pearl, as she screamed with delight. Her hips thrusted with ferocity, sliding against my tongue before I gave an occasional strong suck of her clit, much to her intense pleasure. It was incredibly wet, an entire ocean flooding over me in the moon light.

I wondered what that face looked like without that smile. I was determined to find out by eating her out. That's for sure.