Page 19 of Natural Deception

My fingers clench, my jaw too. She has her naked body plastered to that kid, plastered to his dick. I shouldn't be jealous, I know that. She's just happy to have won the match. I force myself to relax and clap for the winning team, since I don't want to come across as a stalker. I love that woman, and I will do anything to get her back.

Vanessa finally peels her body away from Zach's. She kisses his cheek.

And then she walks toward me.

But she doesn't sit down on the chair beside mine. She stands there, hands on her hips, and studies me. "Thanks for the cheers. I appreciate your support during the miniten match."

"You're welcome. Can't believe how fast you took to the game."

She shrugs. "Holly gave me a brief primer on miniten, and Zach showed me a few things too."

"That was an impressive backhand, especially since you were wearing a wedge on your hand."

She nods toward the glass of ice water on the table beside me. "Mind if I drink some? I need a little refreshment before I head back onto the court."

I hand her the glass. "Be my guest. So, you're playing another match?"

With the young stud who has the hots for you. That's the part I omitted.

"Yes, I am going another round." She gulps the water, then sets the glass down, leaning over so her tits dangle in my face. "But I need a new partner. Zach is heading off to a yoga class. Are you game for trying miniten?"

I stare at her, sure I misunderstood what she said or that I'm hallucinating, maybe both. But no, she's serious. I focus on her face, not those gorgeous globes that keep swaying right in front of me. "Sure, I'd love to give miniten a go."

"Great. Do you know the rules?"

"I, uh, kind of read a book about it while I was having lunch alone in my suite. They sell that book in the gift shop."

She straightens. "Yeah, I know. Holly told me about it. Are you ready to play?"

Yes, I would love to play with Vanessa in every sense of the word. But I know she means one thing and one thing only. "Let's whup some youngsters' asses and show them how old farts get it done."

Vanessa peers around my chair. "Don't see your walker. Did you forget and leave it in your suite?"

"Ha-ha." It's embarrassing how happy I feel just because she teased me. I want to kiss her, but I'll ruin this new camaraderie between us if I do that. "Come on, let's rock the miniten court."

She smiles with her lips sealed, and the cutest dimples form in her cheeks. My ex-wife leads me out onto the grass court, where another couple waits on the other side. It's a different couple than the two people who had played against Vanessa and Zach. These guys look like they just graduated from high school last week. Of course, I'm an old fart, so everyone under forty seems like a child to me.

I'm hardly an expert on miniten, but I've learned enough to know it's a lot like tennis. Miniten is supposed to be more laid-back, and the court is considerably smaller. But I haven't seen any evidence that it really is an easygoing sport. I watched Zach and Vanessa whacking that ball like they wanted to knock a tree down with it. I suppose the people here play hard because this is a very naughty nudist resort. It's not the family-friendly kind.

Vanessa picks up the thug Zach had left on the court and offers it to me. Then she shows me how to put it over my hand. This thing feels weird. I have to hold on to a bar inside the wedge-shaped box. Vanessa picks up her thug to show me how to use it, as if she's an expert on the subject after one match. Well, she is an expert compared to me.

Our competitors, a husband and wife who just got married a week ago, make the first serve. They have youthful stamina on their side, so I expect Vanessa and I will lose this match. She can handle it, as her first match proved, but I'm a newbie who has never touched any kind of racket in my life. I never observed a tennis match either. Watching a ball go back and forth across the net had never seemed exciting or even interesting to me.

But right now, I can't stop watching Vanessa hit that ball. We're taking it easy, the way miniten is supposed to be, so I don't get to watch her tits bouncing as much as they had when she smashed that ball to win the match earlier. I'm happy just to watch her movements, the easy way she serves, her graceful manner of hitting the ball whenever it comes her way. She kept her hair loose, and I love the way it flies up when she whacks that ball, then falls over her shoulders again.

I've never seen anything more beautiful.

Well, except for the way she looks when she comes.

After five minutes or so, I start to get into the game a bit more. Watching Vanessa had done more than get me turned on. It helped me get the hang of miniten. Sure, I also watched our opposing couple. But Vanessa has more finesse on the court than either of them---or me.

Now that I'm in the groove, I strike the ball the next time it comes our way and send it sailing over the net. My young opponent misses the ball and shakes his head, but he doesn't seem genuinely upset about screwing up.

He grins at me. "Hey, old man! Wanna see who craps out first?"

"You're a baby. That means you'll crap first---in your diaper."

"Betcha five bucks Elaine and me win."

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