Right up the Limp Po-Po part III

The continuation of our thrilling new blockbuster aka 'the wedding list.' If you need to catch up the earlier parts can be found here:

Part One
Part Two

....in the last chapter Totty Tanglefoot has just woken from the lunchtime drinking session and had been casting her eye over the lithe form of Chlamydia the new tennis coach.....

With only another hour before dinner and covered with a sticky film of perspiration after two hours tennis, Chlamydia stretched again and sprung out of her chair. An activity that did not go unnoticed. Totty re-licked her lips and much to her delight noted that Chlamydia’s already short tennis skirt had become rucked up from prolonged sitting, revealing a tantalising glimpse of her firm young bottom encased in semi-diaphanous (because they were damp from perspiration) frilly tennis knickers. Totty groaned inwardly and felt the urgent need of a generous application of the old two-fingered adulterer. Chlamy who was only too aware of the state of her dress added a unnecessarily exaggerated wiggle to her hips and flounced out the bar, a spring in her step as she headed for the women’s changing room…….

Five minutes later Totty feeling increasingly agitated decided to slip back to her room. There she decided she could give her day-dreams more adequate attention perhaps accompanied by a quick cuticle canapé? As she headed down the stiflingly hot, ill-lit corridor she passed the women’s changing room. The door was ajar. Inside with her back to her Chlamydia was undressing. Totty stopped abruptly. Her breath caught hard in her throat. Suddenly her mouth felt desiccated, perhaps due to the rapid transference of moisture to other regions and her chest felt as though there was a clamp around it. Her head spun. She watched as Chlamydia’s deft young fingers unhooked her white silk bra, then unbuttoned her tiny tennis skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. Briefly it reposed on the wooden duckboards before Chlamydia nonchalantly flicked it with her foot onto the locker room bench. As Totty groaned at the sight of the tennis coach’s lithe, athletic, almost boyish body, Chlamydia slowly untied her long golden tresses and shaking her head allowed them to cascade onto her shoulders. Totty stifled a another moan and driven by an unconditional reflex ground her groin into the door frame. Her eyes remained glued on Chlamydia’s pert bum, graceful legs, and sensuously cocked hips…. Totty willed her to turn, she so wanted to see those pert young breasts. Chlamydia however declined to oblige and it fact made a point of not turning as she spoke:

‘Why don’t you come in Totty!’ It sounded more like an instruction than an invitation.

Totty jumped back with a start, her face an explosion of vermillion. ‘I beg your pardon,’ she stammered.

‘Beg all you want Totty, but get in here and get in here fast,’ Chlamydia snapped, still without turning.

‘You can’t talk to me like that! How dare you? Do you know who I am?’ Totty stammered. ‘You forget your station, you are only the tennis coach here. You forget your place…my husband is…..’

She was rudely interrupted. ‘Get in here bitch and shut the door!’ Chlamydia hissed.

Panicking, her mind a jumble of kaleidoscopic images Totty without knowing why meekly obeyed and walking into the changing room shut the door behind her. This woman was her junior and social inferior…. it just didn’t make sense… this couldn’t be happening The young tennis coach spun around, her hands resting languidly on her hips. Clad only in white frilly tennis knickers she looked like a Goddess, but her voice had an unexpected and icily chill air of authority. ‘Lock the door and get undressed,’ she commanded.

Without thinking Totty locked the door. ‘Look,’ she stammered, ‘I think there’s been a misunderstanding…’

‘Shut up you stuck-up bitch,’ Chlamydia snarled, her top lip curling alarmingly.

Totty felt totally out of her depth. She no longer felt in control of events. ‘Yes mistress,’ she replied meekly. She reached for the hem of her light tropical frock and pulled it over her head. Perceptibly shaking she unhooked her bra, her full voluptuous breasts celebrating the lack of restraint plunged alarmingly. She looked briefly at Chlamydia before returning to stare at the floor.

‘Kneel!’ Chlamydia hissed, hooking her finger to signal that Totty should approach on her all fours. Keeping her head down Totty dutifully crawled towards her new Mistress, her mind a turmoil of humiliation and excitement. She paused at the tennis coach’s feet and looked up. She could see the way the sheer silk of Chlamydia’s knickers rippled where they met the lush hirsute covering of her womanhood. She could already smell the musky odour of Chlamydia’s excitement. She licked her lips wantonly ……….she couldn’t believe this was happening…….