The Game

Story by Altamira_vbulletin4_import72293

I slapped this story together in a couple hours just now. It's the first time I was inspired to write in a very long time. I'm sure some of you figured that out.

It hasn't had ANY editing or revising. PLEASE share your critiques.

(Note: For those of you who don't know, Altamira is a character I started writing about like ten years ago, thus, my Palace name.)

The Game

Tennis

It was pure torture. The only balm on the hot summer day was her daughter's presence. The heat was unbearable. The sport was terrible. The elitist jerks in the surrounding courts were boring and classless. As the blonde-haired beauty ran back and forth on the tennis court, smacking the ball and holding her own against her opponent, her mother watched from the only occupied seat near the tennis court, and she hated tennis.

The first thing Sefira wanted to do once she got off the plane from China was to play tennis. Why would she put her mother through this terrible experience?

Sefira's opponent's skirt flipped up and flashed a hint of a naked bottom. No panties. That is why Sefira was putting her mother through hell. Sefira breathed hard. Her chest pounded and sweat poured down her forehead. She could feel the thick, humid heat on her thighs. Even in every breath she took. Sefira was doing just fine. It was her mother that was suffering.

"You have improved a lot, Sefira!" Sefira's instructor, Caroline, called from across the court as she served the ball. Sefira met the ball with an expert thwack.

Altamira could admit her daughter had improved her tennis skills, but the sport was so boring that she barely paid any attention. Even though she was twenty-two years old, Sefira would always be Altamira's little girl. She just couldn't bring herself to care about the sport. And so, she watched the middle-aged Caroline and her long, curly brown hair on the right side of the court. It was her only distraction from the terrible heat. Sefira immediately caught her mother's stare as the instructor's white tennis skirt lifted a few inches. She and Altamira had been playing this game for years. It was like they were inside each other's mind, always knowing when the other was watching someone.

"Hush," Altamira said aloud when her daughter glanced her way. Sefira only smiled, tossed the ball into the air, and sent it flying over the net to Caroline. Altamira shook her head. She had to give it to Sefira today. The girl had Altamira at a disadvantage. Altamira hadn't been prepared for this. Sefira hadn't actually wanted to play tennis when she returned from China, she wanted to torture her mother.

Between the heat, the boring game, and the semi-occasional flashes of buttcheeks, Altamira was supremely bored.

"Hey."

A tennis racket was sliding it's way up Altamira's leg and bewteen her legs. Instinct forced her to open her eyes and close her legs.

"You fell asleep." Sefira was grinning from ear to ear, standing no further than a foot away from her. Sefira's shadow hung over Altamira like a predator.

"I did not." Altamira protested. She sat up in her seat and looked around. Caroline was still on the court, tying her shoe.

"You're bored."

"I am not."

Sefira planted her fists on both hips, standing a few inches shy of six feet. Her wide hips and her big chest came directly from her mother. There was no mistaking the silhouette of an hourglass figure when it was blotting out the sun.

"You really have improved," Altamira complimented her daughter. She wasn't talking about tennis.

"Why thank you!" Sefira turned sideways and posed as if for a camera. "And now," she said, extending a hand to her mother. "It's your turn."

Altamira's face almost went white.

"No."

"Come on, mom." Sefira pleaded, taking her mother's hands in hers and pulling her to her feet. Altamira was helpless against her daughter's wishes. Her girl was the most precious thing to her, and if this is what she wanted after she returned from her vacation in China, who was Altamira to deny her?

"Her royal highness rises from her seat!" Caroline curtsied from across the way. Altamira rolled her eyes. Suddenly, she felt a hand smack her large butt.

"Go get 'em, tiger." Sefira took her mom's place and grinned from ear to ear. Again.

Holding one hand to the back of her skirt in case Sefira came chasing after her, Altamira gracefully took a racket from the seat and made her way to where she was to serve. . . ? Altamira didn't know much about this game, only that you hit the ball with the racket.

A ball whizzed by Altamira. She turned her head and watched it smack into the fence behind her after it bounced a couple times. She wasn't even ready.

How did I get myself into this mess? Altamira shook her head, closed her eyes, and felt the whizz of a second ball go by her. She ignored her daughter's laugh and shout.

The Earth dropped away. Sound ceased a

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