Court Shot Secrets

14 hours ago

Kent walked to the gym that day feeling energetic. It was an off day from his lifting schedule so he decided to check out a basketball from the desk attendant. Normally he used the nice indoor surface to hone his jump shot or catch a pick-up game, but it was a Saturday and only a couple people were around—not enough to run full court. So with the sunshine beckoning, he opted for the outdoor facility.

Not many people used these rims; they sat up above the rec center along with a couple softball fields and soccer lawns. It will be good, he thought, I can work out my shot and not worry about people seeing an air ball or two, chuckling to himself as he imagined a failed Kawhi Leonard impersonation. He set down his gym bag and began a few dribbling moves to warm up. A guard in high school, he had quick feet and decent ball skills, but defense had always come more naturally. It wasn’t until later that he grew in stature and learned how to score. Now his body had developed and he was an attractive athlete; strong for his 5’10” frame but still thin and tapered.

Sweat began to run down his brow and he mopped it up with the bottom half of his tank top, revealing a chiseled torso for no one to see. Or so he thought. Out of nowhere came a visitor dribbling his direction. It was a girl though! And a pretty one at that. He did a double take as he let down his shirt to see who it was. Not many women ventured onto the courts, and the few girls that played were usually there with their boyfriends. Yet there she was with her dark brown hair in a ponytail and loose cutoff shirt flashing the sides of a sports bra. It was the classic “I used to play basketball” starter pack complete with a headband and flashy pair of sneakers. She had skills to match though, and Kent noticed her confident dribble as she smiled and said hello.

“Hello,” he echoed as he tried to wipe the surprised look off his face.

“Do you mind if I join you,” she asked, flicking his ball back to him from where it landed since his last shot.

Most people ignored each other and use opposite ends of the court, but he dismissed the oddity and said, “Not at all.” Secretly he was thrilled that she stayed close.

They chit chatted for a little bit each moving to different parts of the court and taking shots, sometimes rebounding for the other. Remarks were mundane at first but soon turned flirtatious.

“Do you play here often, Sheila?” Kent asked.

“Only when there’s a cute guy out here playing with himself,” she replied, a playful smirk gracing her lips.

“Well, I would have come out here sooner if I had known that,” he reciprocated, laughing slightly at her wit. “What do you say we make things a bit competitive; play a game of Horse?”

“Sounds good,” she replied. “You were here first, so you can take the first shot.”

“Alright,” Kent agreed as he lined up for a two pointer.

It went through with a satisfying pop. “Ooh let’s see if she’s good under pressure,” he teased, right before she stopped and drained it without hesitation.

“What pressure?” she quipped in return.

He found her spunkiness quite endearing. Confident women are always sexy.

“Okay, let’s see if you got range.”

Kent stepped back beyond the arc and landed a three. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t cash it in for a bucket this time and the ball bounced off the rim giving her an H. She did have range though and soon had Kent lettering beyond the three-point line.

After one such occasion, Sheila asked, “what do you have now?”

“I’m a horse with no E. What are you?”

“I’m a hor…,” she trailed off. “I have an H-O-R!” she said emphatically, laughing at her own blunder. “You knew what I had; you just wanted to trick me into saying improper things!”

“No no, I didn’t know, I swear” he feigned innocence, both laughing now.

“Uh-huh. Well I’ve got you on the ropes anyway so I’ll teach you to be clever!”

True to her word, she hit the next attempt and left Kent with a 15 footer to stay alive. He missed, resulting in much taunting by the victor. Kent could only reply, “If I have to lose, I’d rather it be to a pretty girl; and I can’t think of any prettier than you, nice game.”

“Well aren’t you a charmer,” she responded. “At least you lose with dignity.” She met his outstretched hand for a high five and smacked his ass on the way by. “Wanna try to redeem yourself super stud?”

“Yes, I do. And no more mister nice guy. You’re going to be crying for mercy by the time I’m finished with you!”

Mmm, promise? she thought, as her mind turned a bit naughty.

Their second game went back and forth but ultimately ended with Sheila losing by a letter.

“Dadgum it!” she exclaimed, bounding to retrieve her fatal miss. “You got me that round, good game.”

By this time, both players were sweaty from the hot sun and took some water to cool off. Kent lifted his shirt again to wipe his brow, this time hoping to attract a look. He caught Sheila sneaking a peek but she squirted him with water before he could tease her about it.

“I have an idea,” she began. “Let’s up the stakes for game three. You and I both know we have to settle the tie, so let’s make things…interesting.”

“Fair enough, what do you have in mind?”

A devious smile crept over Sheila’s face as she explained: “Strip Horse. Instead of somebody getting a letter for a missed shot, that person has to remove a piece of clothing. Socks and shoes only count for two.”

Kent couldn’t believe his ears. This sassy basketball beauty was not only flirting with him, she was challenging him to strip her naked! His imagination went into overdrive. Her bra is cute, what’s under all that elastic? What does she have on under those shorts? Is she trying to get a layer up on me, or is she honest and not wearing anything underneath?

Her voice broke his fantasy. “Are we going to settle this thing or not?”

“Um, yeah okay,” he managed, still not quite sure what was happening.

“I’ll take first shot this time,” she announced as she bent over to pick up a ball.

Kent paid much more attention to her ass this time, imagining two nice spheres shining in the sunlight, a hint of pussy peeking out between them. Good luck playing basketball now, he thought to himself.

Things started out innocently enough, each person losing their socks and shirt. Sheila found it very satisfying to rid Kent of his black tank. It revealed a well put together man with a firm chest and V-shaped torso. He was objectively attractive, yet he did not flaunt his body like the many bros vying for her attention. She liked that. He carried himself with a type of confidence that emanated from a deeper place, a spiritual maturity that didn’t find it necessary to dominate or intimidate people. It was refreshing and a definite turn on!

She soon found it difficult to concentrate and had to take off her shoes as a consequence. At this point, however, the playing surface was too hot for bare feet, and after a failed attempt, they agreed to count the article of clothing but allow shoes to remain on. Kent didn’t mind at all. In fact, the fantasy of her long legs set off with bright orange sneakers made him even hotter.

Finally, things were interesting. After a few missed opportunities by both players—no doubt due to the provocative stakes—Kent hit one from about 20 ft.

“Ughh,” Sheila protested, sidling up to the scene of the crime.

“No pressure,” Kent taunted smugly. He didn’t know if he was allowed to pray for her to miss, but he sure hoped God understood the concept of a wingman.

She planted her feet, stared down the rim, and let it fly. The arc was good…C’mon, C’mon! they each encouraged, willing opposite results. Bong…off the rim to the backboard…bong…off the rim again…

“YES!” Kent cried as it rolled off the side and fell to the ground. Sheila let out a groan as she put her hands to her head in dismay.

Oh well, she thought, no backing out now. Without saying a word, she turned to face him and took a deep breath. Kent’s eyes were glued to her every move as she reached across herself with each arm and slid fingers under the elastic band. They tugged out on the material, compromising the shelf that once secured her endowment. In one smooth motion, she flipped her wrists and lifted the bra over her head, freeing her tits to the sun. She closed her eyes and stretched out like a bird, jutting out her chest and letting the bra fall casually from her fingers.

What a satisfying reward! Beads of sweat now ran freely down her chest streaking a happy trail through her cleavage. Her boobs were smooth and curvaceous, the bottoms rising up gracefully from her torso. They were not large, but a palm would find plenty to fondle. Her nipples were high and turned upward slightly giving her a profound side profile. Kent’s thumbs now ached to make those nipples stiffen.

Sheila felt a little embarrassed from the exposure, but she owned it, running about and putting on a good show. Kent’s eyes followed her everywhere, staring at her boobs jiggling around unconstrained. After all, they were much more interesting than the other bouncing things on the court.