Mixed Basket Ball Adventures

You are stressed, you are late for your weekly mixed basketball at the old Art Deco court in Mt Lawley. It is your first time playing there in a new league. It is such a gorgeous building with a rich history!

The building is awesome, dark wooden floors, grand stand seating in the terraces and real old world charm. You pack a bag because you are going to have a quick shower there and meet me for a drink after.

Driving there you have a moment to breath and settle. The traffic is light and you find your way easily. You think about the naughty adventures from last night, how nice it was to meet Ben and Megan again and what a lovely couple they are. You smirk to yourself as you remember looking around the room and seeing everyone throughly enjoying themselves.

You get to B'ball, you are just on time as you reach for the door and almost crash into three hot guys you didn't notice going the same way. Turns out you are playing against all of them!

The game is fast paced and tough! You make some great shots, direct the team and are up at half time. You have been keeping an eye on your opponents. God they are good looking and fit! Their arms are toned, their hands strong and when you crash into them they are like hitting a sweaty brick wall with an apologetic smile. During one such encounter you are pushing back with the ball into one of these guys and you can feel him close, he smells nice. You make a fake to the right before spinning left and you both trip over each other and end up in a hot mess on the floor. You are pretty sure you feel his cock on your leg through his b'ball shorts as you were gathering yourself together on the floor and it seemed to match his physique and presence throughly!

Both of the other two bulls come over and offer their hand to get you off the floor. "You play hard!" said the blonde one, "Nice work getting Mick on the ground, he always falls for hot women" joked the other with a twinkle in his eye that made the butterfly's in your tummy flip and your dad joke buzzer groan.

You won the game by six points. You walked off the court feeling confident and buzzed. You played so well and earned the respect of your team mates and the opposition. Your game is the last of the day. You have an hour before meeting me so you chat to your team mates for a bit and notice that the three fit young guys are gone.

You head to the showers. It is old school porcelain, Art Deco, New York sub way style feel to it. You head to the ladies change room and notice that it is beautiful. You are the only one there and there is a large tub in the corner which you imagine was for when this was a gym for training boxers back in the 1930's.

You undress, admiring your trim figure, and thinking back to from last night. You with your light skin, toned breasts and trimmed bush, compared to Megan with her more European complexion, fuller figure and semi natural presentation.

Your ears prick up when you hear laughing in the men's bathroom, and splashing. You recognise only the voices of the three hot young studs and those butterfly's in your tummy take to the sky again. You feel your breasts, your arse and pussy, it all feels good and you are getting turned on. You are standing there, naked, turned on, fantasising... when you hear "hello". It is the blonde stud from the game. "I saw you come in here, my friends and I are enjoying the facilities next door and wondered if you would join us?" You are taken a back, unsure, sure, not sure... "No pressure or anything" he says, "I'll let you make up your mind in peace." He leaves. You are standing there shell shocked. You are listening, tingling, mind racing and wondering what to do. You turn and look in the full length mirror - you look hot, you feel hot, you are horny, and your husband will be as well when he hears about this… why the fuck not!