Clutch Shooting

Here’s a story I finally finished up the other day.  Hope you enjoy!   It’s definitely a guys fantasy though, sorry ladies.

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.”

“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 buts 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.  By this time, 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!” cried Kent 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.

His mission was not finished though, and for all he knew the game was tied.  The advantage, however, had turned to Sheila, and she wasted no time flaunting her distractions to make Kent miss.  How was he supposed to concentrate on the game with her standing in front of him shimmying and squeezing her luscious tits?

As expected, he threw up brick after brick.  Off went his shorts.  His only strategy now was circus shots.  If he could throw her off her game with something weird, then he might still have a chance.  Sure enough, the schoolyard classic backwards foul shot did the trick.  He was not only entertained watching her do the limbo to line it up, but she missed and validated his evil plan.  Furthermore, it won him the game.  She shucked down her bottoms to reveal nothing but a bare ass and a cock hungry pussy.  Her mound was neatly groomed but she was all woman.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said.  “Double or nothing on free throws.  If you can’t make 80% or better from the foul line, then you have to lose your skivvies too and buy me dinner tonight.  But if you somehow manage to concentrate, I lie back on the grass and cheer you on as you make a hard drive to the hole and a strong finish.”

80% would be superhuman under the circumstances, but Kent was in no position to negotiate.  Besides, he was a winner either way.

Promptly accepting the bet and taking his place at the foul line, Kent looked down to see the strongest tent he had ever erected.  It was kind of in the way, but whatever.  Sheila passed him the ball and he went to work.

Swish!  One down.  Pop!…Pop!  Two and three.  Bong!

“Gosh darn it!”  Kent chastised himself, shaking slightly from excitement.

It didn’t help that Sheila was now rubbing herself between rebounds, leaving streaks of lady juice on the ball every time she touched it.

God damn,’ Kent thought, now I can smell her too!

He had to focus extra hard for the next two, but he made them, making the count 5 for 6.  At this point, Sheila pulled out all the stops, kneeling in front of him and blowing gently on his underwear-covered cock.

“Hey now, that’s a foul!”  Kent protested.

“Foul?  This is street ball, fool!  Keep shooting.”

Kent shook his head.  This is getting crazy, he thought.

His next two shots bounced around the rim, one going in, the other rolling lazily off the side.

“Alright, this is it.  A pair to win.”

His coach in high school had told him to practice for moments like this when the game was on the line.  He would say, “Good shooters score, but clutch shooters win.”  Kent was glad he had listened and put in the practice, although he was pretty sure this was not the game coach had in mind!

Apparently satisfied that she had tortured him enough with her hot breath, Sheila got up and stood beneath the basket.  It would take every ounce of willpower Kent had to make these go in.  One at a time, he thought, just a smooth stroke to the cup.  He stabbed his right toe on the shot line as he always did, spinning the ball out in front of him and letting it bounce back to his hands.  His eyes lasered in on the front of the rim.  As he brought the ball through its motion, he envisioned a centered release and a textbook follow through.  His arm cooperated and the ball went sailing out on a perfect flight path.  It seemed to hang in the air forever before finally sneaking untouched through the iron gate and dragging through the net with a satisfying swoosh.

So in true dramatic fashion, it all came down to the last shot.  The court went silent.  Sheila stopped talking trash while he did his pre-shot routine.  Kent wondered if she wanted this to work out as much as he did.

Just as before, he envisioned a righteous stroke.  And with one last motion, he let it fly.  The ball arced up to the hoop and, either through dumb luck or divine intervention, it rattled through.

Kent stood there with a grin on his face holding his arms up in the air in goal formation.

“How do you like them apples!?”

Sheila chuckled.  “Well done.”

Walking over seductively, she tossed the basketball to the side, its purpose wholly exhausted.  She returned to a kneeling position in front of him and tugged at his waistband, letting his cock spring free and greet the fresh air.  It didn’t stay exposed long though because she immediately took the head into her mouth for a sloppy suck.  Her hands pushed his underwear the rest of the way down and she started groping his tight buns, pulling him into her face.  The pleasure of finally being touched was so relieving for Kent.  His cock had been demanding attention for a considerable period and she was, at last, giving it its due.

She hadn’t anticipated starting with oral, but in trying to distract Kent, she had found it hard to resist licking the underside of his tent—she had to get a taste once the game ended.  Kent was soon moaning and placing his hands gently on her head while she bobbed rhythmically.  Sheila loved the salty experience of his cock throbbing precum onto her tongue.  She would lick his slit and pull off to roll the glob around in her mouth before going back down to conjure another drop.  This continued happily for a few minutes until the pain in her knees commanded her to move on.  After all, the deal was for pussy and Sheila was determined to fulfill her end of the bargain.  With one final lick, she released his rod and rose up for a kiss.  Their tongues intertwined and Kent pulled her waist tight to his.  It felt a bit cold at first when their sweat cooled skin made contact, but the heat of their passion quickly overcame.

After a few blissful minutes, Sheila took Kent by the hand and led him over to a grassy slope beside the courts.  There was some cover from the lower complex, but they were still exposed to anyone coming up the path.  It didn’t matter.  By now both athletes were delirious with lust.

Sheila laid down on the green lawn.  The little prickles were new to certain parts of her body, but she stretched out and spread her legs wide.  It felt so good to let go of inhibitions and just expose herself to the outdoors and whatever Kent felt like doing to her.  She was certain it would be electric.

He kneeled down between her legs and lowered his face to her womanhood.  Between her perspiration and lovely nectar, there was so much salty goodness.  He began licking her engorged pussy lips, working slowly closer to the inner folds.  When her moans told him she was ready for more, he moved over to her side and launched a full-scale attack on her clit.  He kept his tongue soft at first, licking everywhere around her pearl and toying with her labia.  His fingers then got in on the action and he used his left hand to peel her hood back, making her jolt as he stiffened up his tongue and lashed out savagely.  Wagging his head back and forth, she writhed on the grass in ecstasy.  This is only the beginning, he thought as he inserted a finger into her sopping hole and curled it upward.  Her hips bucked immediately when he honed in, sending shock waves of pleasure through her body.

It wasn’t long before she was screaming out and begging for mercy—of which he gave none.  She felt an orgasm race through her legs down to her toes while every muscle in her body reacted in joy.  She arched her back and thrust her hips up into his face that was now drenched in her juices.  Nothing else mattered during those moments of bliss.  Worries of being caught melted into feelings of security when this man touched her.  He was her husband after all, and he had become quite adept at drowning her fears in pleasure.

Role-play hadn’t always come naturally to them, but they were each getting better at it.  Sheila had hoped Kent would catch on to her hints today when he left for the gym.  She had warned him to watch out for a horny little gal that might try to seduce him.

Smiling that he caught on quickly, she relaxed and watched Kent tenderly bring her down with sweet kisses all over her mound and thighs.  His hands still roamed over her body, making her feel wanted and adored.  Then his kisses found their way up her belly and between her breasts.

“You’re gonna pay for flaunting these in my face you little seductress,” Kent chastised, biting playfully on one of her nipples.

She squealed when his fingers joined in to tickle her ribs, and she turned over to protect herself.  Kent smacked her on the ass.

“I want your cock now, baby,” she said, lifting her rump to present a glistening pussy.

Kent wasted no time filling her request.  His cock slipped in easily and he quickly pumped her a few times to coat every inch.  He looked around once more to make sure there would be no surprises and then began thrusting in earnest.  His hands grasped her hips and rocked her back and forth in rhythm.  Sheila arched her back and let her tits swing as she swayed on Kent’s rod.  The view from his end was incredible.  He watched every veiny inch of his penis sliding in and out of her vacuum, his helmet peeking out just barely before spreading her hole as it wedged its way back in.  Sheila made exasperated gasps every time Kent’s pelvis met her backside, her breath getting pounded out of her.  The force of his thrusts was increasing and she couldn’t wait to feel his hot cum squirt deeply inside.

“That’s it, baby…Ughhh, fuck yes!”  “Slam it in my pussy!”  “Mmmm, yeah baby, fill me!”

Kent needed no further encouragement.  He leaned hard into her body and grimaced in ecstasy while his cock spasmed deep within her.  He could feel the sexual buildup of the last hour evacuating in spurt after spurt of cum.  It was so satisfying to ejaculate in the furthest recesses of his wife’s body; to feel her collapse beneath him and lay joined so intimately.

Kent knew he was the luckiest man on earth.  Sheila was so adventurous and giving; for her to come out here and surpass every possible fantasy simply blew his mind.  All he could manage to whisper in her ear was, “thank you.  That was amazing!”  She smiled and said, “I love you.”

They rolled to the side to get up and Kent withdrew his softening cock.  A familiar white cream oozed out onto the grass and Sheila’s thighs.  She stood and declared, “I’m going home to clean up….looks like I might need some help.”

“Oh and Kent,” donning her shorts and shirt once again, “you still have to buy me dinner.”

Kent laughed, “I’ll buy you the restaurant if you want.”

He watched her cute little ass walk back from whence it came.  Her bra was still lying on the court where this whole thing started.  Kent sighed and said to himself, it sure does pay to practice your free throws!