Dear readers, the story is getting tougher, and the main characters each time doing more perverted manipulations. Therefore, please treat it accordingly. Romance and erotic is not the place.

In the morning, both Lisa and Katya were not in the mood. Having discussed the plans for not a day, they again decided to spend the day separately. After a joint trip to the beach, Lisa was going on an excursion to Abrau-Durso, and Katya, who was professionally involved in tennis in her childhood, discovered several resorts on the map of the sanatorium and decided to recall her past years.

The day was sunny and on the beach, the mother and daughter noted with satisfaction that their pale bodies had already become noticeably darker. Moreover, Liza alternated swimsuits with different ties, so there were few traces of fabric on her body, the tan advantageously smoothed out some of the flaws in her body, such as overweight and freckles. Katya noted that there was practically no trace of the day before yesterday whipping, thanks to an unusual cream, so today she was wearing a very narrow swimsuit that hid only the most intimate parts of her body. This again made her one of the central figures on the beach, most of the male attention got to her.

Young men and thirty-year-old men tried several times to get to know her both on the shore and in the water. One energetic man of Caucasian blood even tried to embrace her in the water, but it was not for nothing that Katia led a sporting lifestyle — she easily swam away from the persistent man to the beach, where he was behind her. As a mother, Lisa was displeased with such attention to her daughter from the entire beach, as well as her defiant appearance. As a woman, she simply envied herself, winding herself up with the fact that the best years and the shape of her body are already behind and she will never experience what is now available to her daughter.

They did not wait for dinner, and Liza, together with the excursion group, went on a tour of the famous vineyard. And Katya, dressed in a changing room, went to tennis courts. However, her dressing up consisted only in the fact that she changed her wet swimsuit with a skirt, bra and T-shirt. Panties from the house she did not even take. In a playful mood, going up to the sports fields, she saw that almost all of them were already occupied, but one court was still free.

Going into a one-story building that served as a rental of equipment and the office of a sports administrator at the same time, Katya saw a tanned man of about forty at the table.

- Hello, I would like to play tennis. But I do not have a racket, and a partner too. Can you tell me how much it costs to remove the court for an hour with a racket and balls?

- Hello girl. Rent a court for an hour with a net and balls - a thousand rubles. Racket, depending on wear and manufacturer, from three hundred to five hundred.

- Clear. Damn, I did not take the money! - Sincerely upset girl. - I'm running away for the money now and come back, will the court be still free in about fifteen minutes?

- I do not know. But after an hour and ten, he was already booked, so if you start playing now already.

“Okay, so another time, thanks ...” The girl turned around and went to the exit with disappointment.

- Stop. Let's do this. - The man quickly turned over the options in his head, - I will play with you. One set, or more, how much time in an hour. If you win, you can not pay. If you lose, I'll wait, bring the money later.- He understood that in the next hour he had an alternative to sitting in a stuffy room alone with a laptop, or playing with a young beauty, whom you can at least admire while playing.

- Excellent thank you! - The girl's eyes lit up hot.

- Choose a racket. By the way, my name is Eugene.

“Katya,” the girl replied with a smile, shaking her outstretched hand. She chose her beloved Wilson, a bit heavy for girls, but with some other advantages. The man was surprised at the choice of the girl and took the more familiar to him, universal Head.

After stretching for five minutes, gently throwing the ball over the net, the man noted that the girl is clearly not a novice and the game promises to be interesting.

- Serve it! - He happily announced, giving her some initiative.

“OK,” the girl said confidently, tossed the ball, and, stretching herself into a string, made a professional swing behind her back, after which she quickly threw the racket towards the ball. The strings uttered a loud click and the ball, bounced off the very corner of the desired square on the opposite side of the ground, flew into the net fence behind Yevgeny, without meeting his racket.

- Nichrome myself! - Said the man. He hadn’t met a worthy opponent for a long time, and even now he didn’t expect such a professional twisty blow at 160 km / h from a fragile short girl. - 15: 0.

Turning to another part of the court, Katya filed a second time. And again the first serve passed. At this time, Eugene was ready to receive, but still, he did not take the ball very confidently, having beaten him to the very center of the site, where the girl had just moved to the net. Gathering, she easily beat him to the opposite corner from the enemy. The man did not have time to recover, as he lost the first game at zero.

- Engaged before? - He asked, collecting balls for his filing.

- Yes, eight years! - Katya answered loudly, feeling herself in her element.

- Visible. - The man said respectfully, nodding his head.

Previously, he worked as a children's trainer and, therefore, has long lost the habit of worthy opponents. Decently playing vacationers also came across rarely. Now he decided to take the bull by the horns and play with the girl in full force. He did not like to lose, especially equal opponents. However, the first blow on his pitch flew into the net. The second reached the goal and after an exchange of blows he took the first point. This game is difficult, but he still completed in his favor.

Hearing ringing clicks of the rackets, several people approached the court, walking along the nearest alleys. There was something to see: experienced players laid out on the court to the fullest, demonstrating a beautiful stubborn fight. Within 10 minutes after the start of the game, the opponents stopped shy of each other, abstracting everything around, puffing and breathing deeply and “helping” with a voice upon impact. Perhaps loud girlish cries and attracted a few more visitors to the court. When, in the break between the games, Katya looked at a small tribune stretching to her left in 3 rows, she saw about 20 people on her, watching the game with interest. Two of the “fans” turned out to be her beach friends, with whom she had already exchanged phone numbers.

- Hello Kate! - shouted one of them.

- Katya, burn! - Supported his second. Katya smiled and greeted him.

The first set ended with a slight advantage in favor of the girl with a score of 6: 4. The audience rewarded the winner with applause, and familiar guys began to give her fair compliments. Collecting balls when switching sides, the girl remembered that she was playing in one skirt, without panties. And to numerous public, for certain, it already became noticeable, since the skirt was free and not very long. This fact a little embarrassed her, the movements became a bit crumpled, which affected her game: in the second set, Eugene led 3: 0. At the end of the game, the man, catching Katya on opposite, broke through the rally and, the girl, trying to get the ball in the fall, stretched out on the heated court.In an instant, she realized that her skirt had been strongly ridden up and her butt completely exposed, presented to a large audience. Greater piquancy at this point betrayed the fact that Katya fell across the court and kicked into the stands, so the picture became even more pleasant for the audience. None of them regretted that he was missing lunch watching an interesting game of a beautiful girl without complexes. One of the familiar guys even whistled.

- Is everything ok? - Eugene who appeared at the net asked, and also appreciated the absence of underwear on the girl.

- Yes. We play. “Getting up and brushing off her knees,” she said. Her cheeks flushed with shame would obviously ...