Standing under the shower, Simon lowered his head and let the hot water cascade down his aching back. He knew football was a good way to stay fit and all that jazz, but sometimes he hated the competitiveness of it, and tonight was one of those nights.
Everyone had been tackling hard and pushing and shoving on the field. He had done his best to stay out of it but he had eventually been caught with a full elbow in the ribs. He knew he was going to be bruised and tender for days, not that it mattered as his love life was DOA right now. Damn women and damn Sarah.
Nodding his farewell as the last member of his team left the showers of the little sports hall, he stayed in there, letting the hot water bring out the swelling and pain. Maybe it was time to find a more peaceful sport. Something a bit more solitary if he wanted to keep his ribs as they were.
Looking up in surprise, his eyes widened at the site of a woman stood in the doorway of the shower room.
"I didn't know there was anyone left," she stammered as she averted her gaze.
"Only me," Simon answered as he stepped back and grabbed his towel. Wrapping it quickly about his waist, he turned and studied her quickly. "Haven't I seen you around?"
"I'm the token caretaker," she muttered as she backed away. "I'll come back when you're done."
Looking quickly at her averted face, Simon caught his breath at the thought he had. "I thought I had seen you in the sports hall," he said quickly as he walked towards her. Brushing past, he lingered for a second to catch her scent, and it was as sweet as he expected.
Inhaling sharply, her eyes closed for a second as she clasped her hands tightly into fists. "I practice my tennis against the wall," she muttered shyly. "I'd better go."
"I'd rather you stayed," Simon said quickly, his eyes widening at the unprovoked response.
"Oh." She looked at him then, her face shading redder as her eyes roamed shyly over his wet naked torso. "Erm."
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he apologised, his own face reddening. "It was wrong of me."
"No, not at all," she said quickly, her eyes lowering to the tiled floor. "Its just, well, no-one has ever really, erm...."
"Oh, I see," Simon said as he watched her closely. "If you want to leave...."
"Well," she said as she cast a glance around the changing room.
"I understand," he said with a soft sigh. His cock was hard underneath the towel and he was struggling to hide it. Ah well, a little self manipulation had yet to make him go blind.
"I don't think you do," she said quickly. "Can you give me five minutes?"
"Just wait right there," she said, and left quickly.
Staring after her, Simon sighed and sat on the bench. Looking down at the towel where it stood proud of his crotch, he shook his head and started to recite multiplication tables to himself to soften the effects of a sweet smelling young thing. When that failed he got up, turned the showers to cool and tossed the towel aside and walked in.
Standing on the edge of the cold spray, he considered the effect it was about to have on him and sighed again.
Looking over his shoulder, he stared at the woman as she looked down at his swollen cock. "What?" he asked suspiciously.
"How the hell will that fit in me?" she asked in wonder as her wide eyes looked up into his.
Catching his breath, Simon swallowed hard and managed a shrug. "I've never had a problem before," he managed to say.
"You ever done a virgin before?" she asked disarmingly.
"No," he croaked.
"First time for us both then," she said, and he got the strong impression she was so nervous she was gabbling.
"Look, what is your name?" he asked.
"Well, my friends all me Tigger."
"Nice name," he said with a slow smile. "Do you purr?"
"We'll find out soon enough." Turning to face her fully, he stood a moment or two self consciously as he let her study his fully aroused body, then took the few steps over to her.
She was about half a foot shorter than him, just perfect for his taste. Placing a finger under her chin, he raised her face up and kissed her lips gently, taking his time with her. He held himself in check as she carefully tasted and explored his lips, her tongue darting timidly against him and then returning for more. Groaning softly as she slid her hands to his bare waist, he slid his arms around her and pulled her close to his hard body.
"I didn't get your name," she said shyly against his chest, her finger tracing patterns through the hair there.
"Simon," he said as he gently brushed her hair from her face.
"I've locked the doors," she said with a blush. "We won't be interrupted if you want to...you know."
"I know," he said with a chuckle. Kissing her a bit deeper, he slowly unfastened her shirt and slid it off her shoulders and tossed it back into the changing room. Kissing his way down her neck, he paused at the curve of her shoulder and tasted her skin. Holding her tight as she swayed against him, he resumed his kisses along until he came to her bra strap. Sliding his finger under it, he eased it down and then the other. Kissing her in reassurance, he drew in his breath quickly as her unseen hand touched his straining cock.
"I'm sorry," she gasped as she withdrew her touch.
"Don't be, it felt good," he assured her as he guided her hand back to his manhood. "Feel free to touch me wherever you want Tigger."
"Ok," she said with a nervous smile. Standing on tiptoe, she kissed him quickly on the lips.
Returning his attention to her bra, he slid his hands to the cups as they still supported her full breasts and stroked his thumbs over the nipples that were pushing against the silky fabric. "You like that?" he asked softly as she sighed and closed her eyes. Chuckling at her quick nod, he reached behind her and unfastened the clasp. Tossing the bra away, he leaned back a little to look down at her breasts. "Damn Tigger, you are amazing," he told her as he ran his fingers over the swell of her breast and pinched her hard nipples.
"Simon!" she gasped. Her eyes narrowed instantly and her breathing quickened, her breasts rising and falling with the deeper breaths.
Going down on his knees, Simon smiled up at her and then placed his hot mouth to first one nipple then the other, teasing them until they were harder and more sensitive. Biting gently, he smiled as she gasped and moaned in pleasure, her hands starting to move urgently on his shoulders and arms. "Damn yes," he breathed.
Unfastening her trainers, he helped her to pull them off then unzipped her trousers and pulled them down quickly. Throwing them away, he leaned forward and breathed in the heady musk of her arousal. Gripping her hips, he placed hot kisses to her stomach as she twined her fingers into his hair and pulled him to her.
"Do you want me little Tigger?" he asked as he swirled his tongue over her hot skin.
"God yes," she breathed as she reached down and tentatively rubbed her sex through the cotton of her panties.
"Are you sure?" he asked one last time as he looked up at her.
"Yes," she answered instantly, her eyes clear as she returned his smile. "I want you."
"Alright," he said with a quick nod. Slipping his fingers into the waist of her panties, he slowly slid them down as he held her gaze. Easing them over her hips, he teased them down over her thighs and calves and held them as she stepped out of them. Throwing them away he placed his hands on her thighs and looked at her sex for the first time. She was heavily aroused, her juices wetting the hair and visibly seeping out. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss to her mound, and then eased his tongue inside as she gasped and murmured for the release.
"Take your time, little one," Simon said softly as he looked up at her. "We have all the time in the world."
"I know," she breathed. Reaching down, she took his hand and carefully eased it to her breast. "Please."
"I know," he replied with a wolfish smile. Leaning back into her, he eased his tongue back into her wet heady heat and teased until she parted her legs a little. "God yes," he breathed, and then he leaned down further and found her throbbing little clit with the tip of his tongue. Holding her tight as she screamed softly, he teased and taunted her clit with his hot tongue, stroking and lapping her until she was shivering in his hands.
Looking up as she moaned and murmured, he worked his cock hard and fast, bringing himself to the same level of arousal as she.
"Simon, please, fuck me," she suddenly begged, her fingers moving on her breasts and down into the wet hairs of her pussy.
"I intend to," he promised. Standing up, he kissed her hard and fast and then led her towards the shower spray. Easing her under the cool water, he smiled as she gasped in surprise, then rubbed her breasts and clit as the water caressed them and made them harder.
"That's my girl," he murmured as he joined her, pressing her up against the tiled wall as he rubbed his body against hers, grinding his hard cock against the soft heat of her pussy. Growling as she dug her nails into his hips, he kissed her hard and eased his fingers into her pussy. Sliding lower, he teased a finger inside her, teasing and tempting her hot honey forth as he gently slid in a second, testing her tightness.
"This may hurt for a moment little one," he told her as she shivered against him.
Nodding quickly, she buried her face into his shoulder and parted her legs. Grasping her arse in his hands, he raised her slightly and fitted himself to her opening. "Sure?" he asked one last time, then forced his way into her swiftly while she was still answering.
Swallowing down her yell of shock, he carefully pulled back and stroked her face as she adjusted to him. "OK?"
"Yes," she said with a shaky smile. "I'm fine."
"You're better than fine," he told her. Reaching down, he stroked and teased her clit again, working her gently until she was shivering against him again. Gritting his teeth, he held himself still as her vagina moved and clenched around his hot hard cock, the sensual caress bringing him to the limit of his control.
"I have to move," he muttered into her ear, the water spraying over them both and arousing them further as their bodies pressed together.
"Do it," Tigger said as she stroked her hand up his wet back.
"Damn," he whispered, and moved his hips slowly, easing his way in and out of her tight body. Gripping her hips, he leaned down and nuzzled her breasts, his tongue licking and caressing her taught nipples as she stroked and kissed his shoulders and neck.
"Tigger, I'm going to come," he warned her, his cock moving in and out faster and deeper as she tilted her hips towards him.
Kissing him hard, she stroked her nails over his neck, her tongue moving boldly into his mouth to tease him. Forcing her against the wall, Simon drove himself hard into her untried body, his cock straining into the heat of her until it was too much. Shuddering hard, he pumped hard and emptied himself inside of her.
Kissing her slowly, he looked down into her eyes and smiled. Withdrawing carefully from her body, he kissed his way down, teasing her heavy breasts, licking the wet skin of her stomach and finally nuzzling into her sopping wet sex. Sliding his tongue in, he tasted her juices and moaned as she reached down to open herself wide to him.
Holding her tight by the hips he worked his tongue hard on her clit, swirling it and stroking it as he followed her gasped instructions. Stroking the backs of her knees softly, he kissed and caressed her as the water ran down her body, mingling with her hot juices on his tongue.
"Simon," she whispered breathlessly, then her body was shuddering in release as she came, her taste filling his mouth as she thrust herself down on him. Holding her through her release, Simon pulled her down to him in an embrace and held her tight. Sheltering her face from the spray, he kissed her neck gently and stroked her back.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly.
Looking at him with a bright smile, Tigger pressed a kiss to his wet lips and laughed. "I couldn't be better," she assured him, her quick breaths pressing her breasts against his chest.
"Excellent," Simon said with a slow smile. "So what do we do now?"
"I don't know," she said with a disarmingly innocent smile. "But we have an entire sports hall to play with."