Hello friends! Today I'll tell you how things are going with your padel teacher, I don't have time to write about what happened with the guys from the kiosk, but I'll try later. Pato is still going to his padel classes, now with more enthusiasm than before, so I'll relate what happened after they saw each other privately. Sorry, but I don't think I can add many gifs, you'll understand that the story doesn't deserve it. Since their last encounter in the club office, Pato and the teacher had a palpable tension. Each class was an ebb and flow of glances and complicit smiles, where each word contained more than one meaning. One day, while preparing for the next class, the teacher broke the silence with an unexpected proposal. —I have a match on Friday at 10 pm with some friends, he said, his tone suggestive—. We're missing a player, and I thought you could complete the team. Pato looked at him, with a smile that hinted at her curiosity. Is it a special team then? she asked, choosing each word with intention. —You could say that, he replied, not looking away—. Besides me, there will be Javier and Ricardo. I'm sure they'll make you feel good company. Pato felt a shiver in his stomach, to be frank, he felt it in his pussy that was starting to palpitate, letting himself be enveloped by the intrigue. Are they good players? Because I like them to challenge me, good you know, classes are intense? —I don't doubt they will, he said with a malicious smile—. They're experienced men, they know when and how to move. She smiled, already anticipating what could be an unusual night.Then, do they expect me to follow their type of game, or will they adapt to an inexperienced one like me? —I think we can take turns... —answered the teacher—. You have little experience left now. Maybe at first they'll follow you, but then, who knows, perhaps you'll want them to take control. The day of the encounter arrived, and Pato dressed in an outfit that knew wouldn't go unnoticed: a shirt accentuated her tits, next to a fine sports brief that barely marked her nipples and grey tights that emphasized each movement and marked her ass. She was saucy and daring, and knew that this look would raise the temperature among the present.
When arriving at the club, he found the professor next to his friends, two men who immediately showed a mix of curiosity upon seeing him and even certain lustfulness.
After the presentation and formal greetings, they headed towards the court, let's start the game, we'll switch partners every 3 games said the prof.
The game began, and each movement by Pato drew the gazes of the three men. Every time he scored a point, one of them would make some comment or joke, creating an increasingly charged atmosphere. The way he bent down to search for the ball, exposing his butt and how it marked the thong made them make comments among themselves.
During a pause, Javier offered her a bottle of water and launched a calculating smile.
—So, Pato, you're always so... competitive? he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity that went beyond the game.
She returned his gaze, enjoying the attention. Only when there's something interesting at stake, she replied, raising the bottle to drink with a touch of provocation.
Ricardo approached, joining the conversation. And don't you fear losing? he inquired, as if seeking to unravel something more beyond his words.
Let's say I enjoy the risk, Pato responded, holding her gaze without blinking. Sometimes, losing can be just as fun as winning if you're with the right company, what matters is having a good time.
The professor, who was observing from the side, intervened with a smile. And what does your husband think about your risks?
Pato smiled softly. “My husband knows I'm a curious woman. He likes it when I discover new things... although, of course, he doesn't always know all the details.” Suggesting much more than she was saying and the prof already knew. I think everyone already knew, and the prof had commented to his friends about the previous encounter, and somehow this was totally planned.
Javier raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an intriguing air. So you give him surprises every now and then?
Depends, he doesn't always know what's waiting for me in each 'game', Pato replied, insinuatingly.
When they finished the game, the professor suggested going to get some beers. Pato assumed they would do it at the same club, but the prof invited them to his house a few meters away. At that moment, Pato could have taken the opportunity to write or warn me, but she didn't. The atmosphere was dense with energy when they arrived, and every word seemed like an excuse for the tension to rise just a little more.
—So, Pato... do you usually accept this type of invitation? Ricardo asked, as they settled into the living room.
She looked at him, smiling mischievously. Depends on the invitation, if it's... Interesting, why not? —And that is? —asked Javier, with a conspiratorial air. Pato looked at him fixedly, with a spark in his eyes. Definitely, something tells me that there won't be anything missing tonight. The professor, who had been listening in silence, took the word. —Here, there are no rules, Pato, only... freedom to have fun and play. Pato settled into the armchair, launching a curious glance at the two friends of the professor. Javier and Ricardo, each with their own particular charm, seemed to carry time like a point of distinction. Experience, said Pato, can be as seductive as desire itself, and these two men seemed to know every nuance of both worlds. Javier, almost 60 years old, was a tall and robust man, the kind who fills the room just by entering. His body, still strong and well-cared for, spoke of someone who hadn't stopped exercising. Javier's eyes, deep and dark, seemed to read every reaction from Pato, and his smile, wide and confident, showed a magnetism that made her moisten her pussy. On the other hand, there was Ricardo, thinner and more relaxed in his demeanor, with elegance that perfectly complemented the energy of his friend. Ricardo had bronzed skin and large hands; it was as if everything about him was a game of control and calm. His expression was always tranquil, but there was a mischievous glint in his gaze that intensified when he looked at her, almost as if he were waiting for her to make the next move. Pato noticed that every time he spoke, he did so with a soft and deep voice that resonated in the atmosphere, keeping her horny. Together, the professor, Javier, and Ricardo seemed to form a perfect team, complementing each other like parts of the same seductive game. The intensity of Javier, with his solid body and inquisitive gaze, combined with the calm of Ricardo, who seemed to enjoy more the effect of his words and smiles, and the prof, with those moments of domain of the situation, a bit firm and seductive, as if they understood the art of leading their guest to the limit of curiosity, intrigue, and above all morbidness and heat.
She said, letting her eyes scan the group. 'I like flexible rules... as long as everyone knows when to break them.'
Javier leaned in slightly towards her. —Then, do you prefer a game... intense or something more... quiet?
Pato smiled softly, letting his words fall with intention.
It depends on the day. Today I'm open to trying different rhythms.'
Ricardo, taking his beer, said: —So... are you a versatile player?
'It could be said that yes,' she replied, without losing the opportunity.
'I adapt quickly and like to surprise.'
Everything was going to hell. They no longer hid that the intentions of the three, or four, were to see how far they could go.
Javier, looking at her closely, smiled. —Then, do you consider yourself a... experienced player?
'Let's say I know how... to keep the score in my favor,' Pato said, without breaking eye contact.
The professor looked at her, as if challenging her. —And how well do you handle pressure? Because this team has high expectations.
Pato raised an eyebrow and smiled mischievously. 'I think I can handle the pressure as long as there's a good reward at the end.'
—And what do you consider a good reward? —asked Javier, his voice full of curiosity.
Pato took a sip of her beer, thinking for a moment before responding. 'Something... that leaves me satisfied. That's worth... it.'
Ricardo joined in, looking at her with interest. —So, if you had to choose, Pato, would you play on the team or individually?
'Today I'm leaning towards the team' she said, making her words flow in a tone full of insinuation and as if anticipating that this night everyone could play, not just the professor. 'Good moments are enjoyed more when shared.'
Javier, with a malicious smile, continued. —And what if this team needs...' Extra motivation? Softly flowing riverbank. I think I'm ready for something extra, but of course, everything has its reward. The conversation became more intimate, each word loaded with energy. Pato felt the atmosphere filling up with anticipation as she kept the three men trapped in her game of words and gazes.
—Tell me, Pato, is there any special move you prefer on the court? —asked the professor, looking at her intensely.
I prefer surprises, she replied, letting each word fall like a promise. And unexpected moves.
Ricardo leaned towards her. —So, Pato, if this were a game, what would be your best move?
She looked at him, letting suspense grow. They'll have to discover it.
I'll tell you what happened next in the next installment. This one got too long and I don't want to bore you.
Until next time. Some more Pato photos.
When arriving at the club, he found the professor next to his friends, two men who immediately showed a mix of curiosity upon seeing him and even certain lustfulness.After the presentation and formal greetings, they headed towards the court, let's start the game, we'll switch partners every 3 games said the prof.
The game began, and each movement by Pato drew the gazes of the three men. Every time he scored a point, one of them would make some comment or joke, creating an increasingly charged atmosphere. The way he bent down to search for the ball, exposing his butt and how it marked the thong made them make comments among themselves.
During a pause, Javier offered her a bottle of water and launched a calculating smile.—So, Pato, you're always so... competitive? he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity that went beyond the game.
She returned his gaze, enjoying the attention. Only when there's something interesting at stake, she replied, raising the bottle to drink with a touch of provocation.
Ricardo approached, joining the conversation. And don't you fear losing? he inquired, as if seeking to unravel something more beyond his words.
Let's say I enjoy the risk, Pato responded, holding her gaze without blinking. Sometimes, losing can be just as fun as winning if you're with the right company, what matters is having a good time.
The professor, who was observing from the side, intervened with a smile. And what does your husband think about your risks?
Pato smiled softly. “My husband knows I'm a curious woman. He likes it when I discover new things... although, of course, he doesn't always know all the details.” Suggesting much more than she was saying and the prof already knew. I think everyone already knew, and the prof had commented to his friends about the previous encounter, and somehow this was totally planned.
Javier raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an intriguing air. So you give him surprises every now and then?
Depends, he doesn't always know what's waiting for me in each 'game', Pato replied, insinuatingly.
When they finished the game, the professor suggested going to get some beers. Pato assumed they would do it at the same club, but the prof invited them to his house a few meters away. At that moment, Pato could have taken the opportunity to write or warn me, but she didn't. The atmosphere was dense with energy when they arrived, and every word seemed like an excuse for the tension to rise just a little more.
—So, Pato... do you usually accept this type of invitation? Ricardo asked, as they settled into the living room.
She looked at him, smiling mischievously. Depends on the invitation, if it's... Interesting, why not? —And that is? —asked Javier, with a conspiratorial air. Pato looked at him fixedly, with a spark in his eyes. Definitely, something tells me that there won't be anything missing tonight. The professor, who had been listening in silence, took the word. —Here, there are no rules, Pato, only... freedom to have fun and play. Pato settled into the armchair, launching a curious glance at the two friends of the professor. Javier and Ricardo, each with their own particular charm, seemed to carry time like a point of distinction. Experience, said Pato, can be as seductive as desire itself, and these two men seemed to know every nuance of both worlds. Javier, almost 60 years old, was a tall and robust man, the kind who fills the room just by entering. His body, still strong and well-cared for, spoke of someone who hadn't stopped exercising. Javier's eyes, deep and dark, seemed to read every reaction from Pato, and his smile, wide and confident, showed a magnetism that made her moisten her pussy. On the other hand, there was Ricardo, thinner and more relaxed in his demeanor, with elegance that perfectly complemented the energy of his friend. Ricardo had bronzed skin and large hands; it was as if everything about him was a game of control and calm. His expression was always tranquil, but there was a mischievous glint in his gaze that intensified when he looked at her, almost as if he were waiting for her to make the next move. Pato noticed that every time he spoke, he did so with a soft and deep voice that resonated in the atmosphere, keeping her horny. Together, the professor, Javier, and Ricardo seemed to form a perfect team, complementing each other like parts of the same seductive game. The intensity of Javier, with his solid body and inquisitive gaze, combined with the calm of Ricardo, who seemed to enjoy more the effect of his words and smiles, and the prof, with those moments of domain of the situation, a bit firm and seductive, as if they understood the art of leading their guest to the limit of curiosity, intrigue, and above all morbidness and heat.
She said, letting her eyes scan the group. 'I like flexible rules... as long as everyone knows when to break them.'
Javier leaned in slightly towards her. —Then, do you prefer a game... intense or something more... quiet?
Pato smiled softly, letting his words fall with intention.
It depends on the day. Today I'm open to trying different rhythms.'
Ricardo, taking his beer, said: —So... are you a versatile player?
'It could be said that yes,' she replied, without losing the opportunity.
'I adapt quickly and like to surprise.'
Everything was going to hell. They no longer hid that the intentions of the three, or four, were to see how far they could go.
Javier, looking at her closely, smiled. —Then, do you consider yourself a... experienced player?
'Let's say I know how... to keep the score in my favor,' Pato said, without breaking eye contact.
The professor looked at her, as if challenging her. —And how well do you handle pressure? Because this team has high expectations.
Pato raised an eyebrow and smiled mischievously. 'I think I can handle the pressure as long as there's a good reward at the end.'
—And what do you consider a good reward? —asked Javier, his voice full of curiosity.
Pato took a sip of her beer, thinking for a moment before responding. 'Something... that leaves me satisfied. That's worth... it.'
Ricardo joined in, looking at her with interest. —So, if you had to choose, Pato, would you play on the team or individually?
'Today I'm leaning towards the team' she said, making her words flow in a tone full of insinuation and as if anticipating that this night everyone could play, not just the professor. 'Good moments are enjoyed more when shared.'
Javier, with a malicious smile, continued. —And what if this team needs...' Extra motivation? Softly flowing riverbank. I think I'm ready for something extra, but of course, everything has its reward. The conversation became more intimate, each word loaded with energy. Pato felt the atmosphere filling up with anticipation as she kept the three men trapped in her game of words and gazes.
—Tell me, Pato, is there any special move you prefer on the court? —asked the professor, looking at her intensely.
I prefer surprises, she replied, letting each word fall like a promise. And unexpected moves.
Ricardo leaned towards her. —So, Pato, if this were a game, what would be your best move?
She looked at him, letting suspense grow. They'll have to discover it.
I'll tell you what happened next in the next installment. This one got too long and I don't want to bore you.
Until next time. Some more Pato photos.
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