"I can't believe his thighs!" Sheila drooled, as she followed the lunging swipes of newcomer Josh. Their beginners' pickleball Christmas social was certainly looking up. "Now there's a Christmas present I'd like to unwrap," Sheila mused.

"Yeah, how old would you say that guy is? Mid 50s?" Darlene grinned.

"He must be at least that, but he's built to last. Look at the arms and shoulders on him."

There were only four courts and eighteen people had come out to this last drop-in before Christmas. It was Sheila and Darlene's turn to take a rest, and they were enjoying the holiday munchies, the egg nog and the spectating. Both were recently retired women who had taken up pickleball to keep fit and to get out. Both were married to couch-potato men who seldom left home.

"His name is Josh. He's very good for a beginner. He must be athletic," Darlene offered.

"I'll bet he's athletic! I'd like to take him for a spin to see just how athletic he is!" Sheila purred. Darlene choked on the water she had just sipped and both women broke into a prolonged giggling session.

"I think he's married, you perv! And so are you, for that matter!" Darlene scolded.

"What's a little 'post-pickle poking' amongst consenting athletes? 'Tis the season to be horny!" Sheila deadpanned.

Laughter erupted again from the anteroom and the players on the court looked in. Josh's partner looked back at Sheila and Darlene and yelled, over the constant tink of plastic balls, "I think you two are having more fun than we are out here!"

Sheila pointed at Josh and made a pumping motion to her open mouth with her right hand. Josh was not meant to see this, but he caught it as he bent down to pick up the ball. With his partner doubled over laughing, Josh merely smiled knowingly at Sheila.

The flush of embarrassment Sheila felt at being caught did not last long. Instead, she felt emboldened and sexually aroused by her boldness. She played with the zipper on the form-fitting sports top that was cradling her full 34DD breasts, smiling seductively at Josh as she pulled the fastener lower. Josh, who was walking back with the ball to serve, smiled at her and shook his head. With his hand, he motioned 'lower', before turning to serve.

This teasing game with Josh was turning Sheila on. Darlene had left briefly to relieve herself before the next game. Sheila unzipped completely but kept the two sides of the top together, her eyes glued on the game in front of her. Josh's sinewy arm and shoulder muscles flexed as he pounded a smash down the line for a point. The opponent across from him retrieved the ball and tossed it to Josh. As his opponents focussed on setting up for the next point, Josh looked over to the anteroom, hoping for another delicious display from this mature fox he'd been flirting with.

As Josh's eyes met hers, Sheila smiled mischievously and completely opened her top. Her large erect nipples bounced like buoys in a surf as her natural breasts wobbled tantalizingly for his hungry eyes. Before the other three in the game could notice, Sheila quickly covered back up and blew Josh a kiss. He lost serve on that next point so she had no more opportunities to continue teasing him.

Soon, Josh's game was over and he was heading for the anteroom. Sheila had zipped up, but not all the way. Josh made his way to her, grabbed a shortbread square from the tray of Christmas baking and grinned at Sheila.

"Did the other team pay you off? You were very distracting out there?"

"Whatever do you mean?" Sheila mocked innocence, running her finger down the valley between her breasts, until her index finger met fabric.

Josh laughed and helped himself to a glass of eggnog. It would be his turn to sit out for this round. "Maybe I'll find a way to distract you in your upcoming game," he warned Sheila, "Not sure I will be quite as accomplished as you, though."

At that, Sheila crossed between him and the table, her hand brushing against his crotch as she squeezed by. The coordinator was calling out the pairings for a new game at the other side of the room.

Sheila countered, "Oh, I like to be distracted. But maybe I have other plans."

"... and Sheila has asked to sit out a second game. So her and Josh are sitting this round." Darlene smiled mischievously.

When the new round players had cleared the room, Sheila seductively slid the zipper of her top down, allowing Josh's eager eyes to again feast on her full bosom. "What sort of Christmas cheer can you offer a horny woman in ten minutes?"

Josh smiled hungrily and guided her to the nearby supply room. With the soft lull of Christmas carols and the sharp tink of plastic balls in the backgound, their wet sliding sounds, grunts and panting could not be heard outside. Nor could the sounds of Sheila's muffled, cock-squeezing orgasm, as Josh kept his hand tightly over her mouth as he pumped her like a piston from the back.

As Sheila's legs proceeded to give way, Josh flexed and held her upright in his strong arms, pushing his eight-inch hardness deep into her, unleashing spurt after spurt of his warm sperm, which coursed deep inside her convulsing womb.

Josh held his manhood deep in Sheila, keeping her pinned to the counter. He eventually released his hand from her mouth, turned her face to his and kissed her. They explored each other's mouths while his hands slid over her firm,

"Thanks for that! My husband hasn't taken me like that in years."

"His loss. Merry Christmas, sexy!"

Both Sheila and Josh seemed to have extra pop in their strokes in the last two games.