The Tennis Adonis

“The score is 40-15 and its championship point yet again for the invincible Andy Cruise!” The crowd roared their approval as Andy served for the championship. Serving his trademark ace, the opponent could only look to the sky with a resigned look and accept defeat graciously. For Andy, it was his 8th Grand Slam in two years. He had become so used to winning that it had become a monotonous routine. Still, life had been good to him and he was always thankful for that. After the victory ceremony, Andy headed back to the sanctuary of his hotel room to take a soothing shower and get some peace and quiet. Getting out of the shower, he inspected his physique in the mirror. He had to admit that the media had got at least one thing right, he really was a little handsome. Of course, being modest and all, that was quite an understatement! ‘The Tennis Adonis’ he was called, and he smiled at the media epithet. Standing at 6 feet, with intense blue eyes, long brown hair, a rugged masculine face and an athletic sculpted body, he was constantly voted as the ‘Sexiest Man Alive’. He’d had his fair share of highly publicized dalliances which kept the girls restless and the media happy. Andy awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and active. He decided to go for a swim before catching some breakfast. He put on a t-shirt and grey shorts and proceeded towards the pool. It was in the hotel lobby that he saw her first. She was chatting animatedly on her cell phone and wasn’t too aware of her surroundings. She was wearing figure-hugging white shorts and a matching blouse which showed off her flat midriff. Trying to stare as discreetly as possible, Andy quickly went over the Holy Trinity of all malekind-face, breasts and ass. She appeared to be in her mid twenties and was around 5’7″ in height. She had long blonde hair with brown streaks, beautiful grey eyes and glossy red lips. Her skin was pearly white and smooth. Her breasts were perfect orbs (34 D in his opinion), firm and smooth, as if shining the way towards heaven should one care to traverse that path. They were straining against the soft fabric. The image was so enticing that Andy would’ve happy traded all his Grand Slams for a peek.They seemed to be hand made for caressing, licking and sucking. Andy walked past her and looked back to admire her ass. Her ass was just like the rest of her sexy body-perfect! It was supple and graceful, the shorts hugging her bottom seductively, converting any atheist into a lifelong believer. Andy’s brain was losing awareness, blood flowing away to his most vital organ. His cock sprang upright, straining for a peek and cursing the damned zipper for blocking his view. Andy was so engrossed in her body that he forgot everything else within a ten mile radius. Struggling to come back to reality, he quickly headed towards the pool to cool off, all the while hoping that she would do the same.