Nikki meets Maria Sharapova

I couldn't believe my luck. Centre court. The noise of the crowd was unbelievable. I strode out, following the girl in front of me, my eyes darting from her lithe form to the crowd.

"Wow, who would ever have thought that little Nikki would be walking onto centre court at the Australian Open," I thought to myself, unable to contain my grin. I took up my position and the noise of the crowd swelled even further.

I turned and looked back to the player's race as Maria Sharapova made her own way onto the court. "God she's gorgeous," I thought. "And to think that I get to spend a whole tennis match perving on her. Thank god I'm only a ball girl, I'd never be able to return her serve. I'd be too busy watching her and miss seeing the ball!"

Behind her strode Daniela Hantuchova and I pressed my legs together, squeezing my pussy. This had to be the best match of the whole event! I'd been fortunate enough to work some games with hot chicks playing in them, but this one had two of the girls I lusted after most on the professional tennis circuit. I'd spent hours on the net looking at pictures of these two, seeking glimpses of panties, breasts, anything a little more intimate than was commonly available. And I'd lain in bed at night, too, my fingers stroking myself, seeing erect nipples in tennis tops, my mind peeling the tops up to reveal them so that I could lick and suckle upon them. Especially Daniela's, they seemed to be almost permanently erect when she was playing!

I all but drooled as each girl took the court and began hitting the balls back and forth. I wanted to just watch, but as they warmed up, I was kept busy ensuring that the balls were kept available. I made sure that I did my job well. After all, at least one of these girls would be playing again and I didn't want to stuff up my chances of being there when it happened.

Towards the end of the warm up, the two girls stripped off their warm up gear and I tried to keep my tongue in my head as I first watched Maria Sharapova strip down to the pale blue baby-doll dress that she'd been sporting throughout the Australian Open. I didn't like it very much. It didn't seem right for tennis to me, but then who was I to judge her fashion? After all, she made millions and I a lot less than that! After all, it was really only because it didn't hug her figure enough I admitted to myself. It was more nightie than tennis top ... a nightie I'd be happy to get to go to bed with! Well, as long as she was in it, I would put up with watching it.

I turned then and watched Daniela. She was wearing a tight blue top, similar in colour to Maria's. But it was tight, hugging her figure. She had matched it with a tiny pair of black shorts with a white waistband, which didn't meet the bottom of her top, exposing her midriff. How I longed to be able to run my tongue across that taught belly! I tired to imagine what sort of underwear she'd have on beneath it, but my mind almost collapsed at the lust that was associated with the thought processes involved. I realised that Maria was looking at me, waiting. I blushed and cursed myself as I realised that I had made the ultimate faux pa. I was staring away when she wanted a tennis ball. I quickly bounce passed one to her before she was forced to turn to one of the other court attendants.

"Thank God I was staring at Daniela," I thought to myself, "If I'd been busted checking out Maria, I don't know what I would have done!"

It wasn't long until the game was underway and I was busy watching for the balls that travelled out of court that I had to fetch and feed to the girls as they played their game.

Usually I found myself cheering inwardly for one of the competitors (Usually the underdog in true Aussie fashion ... or failing that, the one I lusted after more!) but today I couldn't make up my mind. In the moments that I wasn't actively involved in attending the court, I found my gaze drawn again and again to the two girls, no older than myself, as they ran lithely about the court, swinging their racquets and playing the balls with a precision that I could only dream of.

The sheen of sweat on their skin sent my mind to places I couldn't allow it to go whilst I was working and I was constantly berating myself to pay attention to the task at hand and not to think about them rinsing their bodies off after their game, basking naked in a luxurious spray of water ... there I went again. I passed the ball to Daniela. She was a set down at this stage and fighting to stay in the match. She kept showing glimpses of getting on top of Maria (stop those dirty thoughts Nikki!) but not quite managing it. As she turned away, I tore my gaze from the nipple display that she was putting on. They looked so tight under that baby-blue singlet. I wondered how far they would stand out without the constraint of her clothes. I licked my lips at the thought.

They changed ends and I found myself staring at Maria, wishing she'd worn something as tight as Daniela. I contented myself with the fact that every time that she served in front of me, the back of her baby-doll dress lifted and showed my her tight matching pants, clinging to her sweaty butt. That and the fact that she was now drenched with sweat and the dress clung to her periodically, outlining just enough of her figure to whet a horny young girl's appetite.

Eventually, the match was over, Maria having triumphed over the lower-seeded Daniela. I watched as they gathered their gear and left the court, headed for the change rooms. That was the end of my work day.

As I left the court, I passed the entrance to the players' dressing rooms, lewd thoughts going through my mind. There was usually plenty of security around this area and I was surprised at this time to find that there wasn't anyone there. I hesitated from following the rest of the ball girls as they departed the court.

"Should I?" I thought to myself. "Should I put myself out on a limb and risk my job? Fuck it, you only live once and its not like the job was going to pay my way through Uni." I walked quietly towards the change rooms.

"I don't know how you can play so well prancing around in a nightie," I heard someone say. It was Daniela, I recognised her voice from her post game comments.

"Huh you can talk, you may as well play naked you're wearing so little." Maria was answering. I stealthily made my way further into the change rooms. I found a spot where I wasn't visible from the main door and hid there, listening.

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?" Daniela responded.

"Well I must say when I first saw those shorts I had to wonder whether they required a shave to get on, I mean you're all but showing your pussy!"

I was getting wet listening to this! With their accents, I couldn't pick up from the inflection of their voices whether they were just taking the piss out of each other or whether they were genuinely having a go.

"Oh you can talk, I've seen some of the things you've been flaunting around the tennis court."

"Flaunting? Look who's talking about flaunting! Do you tweak your nipples especially before you go out there? I mean if they stuck out any further, you could poke someone's eye out!" Maria replied.

"Oh come on, can I help it if my nipples get erect when they rub on my bra?" Daniela laughed.

"They were talking about my two favourite nipples. I wished that I could walk around to where I could see the two of them. I knew that if I could see their faces, I'd be able to establish whether they were serious or not.

They didn't say much for a while and I was about to try and sneak back out un-noticed when they started talking again.

"Can you believe how hot it was out there?" Daniela asked Maria.

"God, I tell you, there's times that I wish I'd been an ice-skater," Maria replied, "I'd much rather be cold than as hot as that."

"Oh you know you like being hot!" Daniela laughed.

"That's not what I meant and you know it!" Maria countered. "Anyway, I need to cool down, time for a shower. And remember the bet you owe me."

"Oh I remember," Daniela said, "And maybe when you've done it I'll finally understand why you insist on it, " she giggled and I felt a rush through my loins as my imagination ran rampant with ideas on what it could possibly mean.

I'd managed to get a tour of the stadium and its facilities early in my time as a ball girl for the Open and so I knew the layout of the change rooms. If there was no one else in the locker-room, there was an excellent chance that I'd be able to observe the two tennis stars in the showers, which I knew to be an open stall with a number of showerheads protruding from the wall.

I listened intently for any sign of intrusion into the change rooms. I heard nothing. My heart was beating a million miles per hour at my daring and when I heard the water begin to fall in the shower, I made my move. I wanted to dash through the change room, hiding and being inconspicuous, but the logical part of me said that if I looked like I didn't belong I was guaranteed to be ejected, but if I walked with purpose and looked like I was supposed to be there and knew what I was doing, I might be ignored.

I came within sight of the showers and peered around the corner. I was mesmerised. There under the falling water of the shower stood two of tennis' most gorgeous young women. And they were naked. My eyes hungrily drank in every aspect of their bodies, noting Daniela's erect nipples, the tight lines of both of their muscular bodies, the size of their breasts.

But the thing that caught my attention immediately was the tan lines. Both girls looked as if they'd been sunbathing in shorts and crop tops. They obviously spent so much time training and playing outdoors that their lines had become so visible as to almost appear to be pale, flesh coloured clothing! It turned me on no end.

I glanced lower and noticed that Maria was devoid of hair on her pussy. I could see the top of it, water rushing over her exposed lips. My gaze flicked to Daniela and saw that she had a closely cropped patch of hair that appeared to extend down over her lips.

My own pussy was now wet with excitement. Neither girl had large breasts, but Maria's were the larger of the two. Her nipples were quite dark and flat, about the size of a fifty-cent piece I thought, where Daniela's were a very pale pink and only about the size of a 10-cent coin, but hard and erect like pointed diamonds.

They were continuing to talk to each other, but I was too distracted to make out what they were saying and my knees went weak as Maria stepped across under the fall of water that Daniela was enjoying. Her hand reached up and caressed her breast! Then Daniela turned to Maria and their mouths met and they kissed. I moaned at the sight before catching myself and biting down on my lip to try and keep from doing something silly enough to get myself busted.

"Now about that bet," I heard Maria say as she broke the kiss apart, her hand lingering on Daniela's breast, her fingers delicately playing with her nipple.

"Yeah yeah, where do you want to do it?" Daniela asked.

"I'll bring that bench over and we can do it here," Maria said. My gaze followed where she'd pointed to a freestanding bench that stood only a couple of metres from where I was lurking.

"Shit!" I thought to myself as I saw Maria begin to leave the shower area. I looked desperately for a way out but had only managed to turn my back to flee when I heard Maria say, "What the fuck are you doing here?" I turned slowly, feeling the flush rise in my cheeks as I dropped my head, unable to meet her gaze as I tried to come up with some plausible excuse."

"I, um, sorry, I" I stammered out, impressing myself with the complete and utter lack of fluency I managed to articulate.

"Weren't you one of the ball girls in our match?" I heard Daniela ask. She'd obviously come out in response to Maria's question. I glanced up, wondering how long it would be until they called security and I lost my job. Part of me continued to wonder at their naked bodies still, my eyes struggling to find a point of focus that didn't excite me.

"Yes I was and I'm sorry I just," again my words failed me.

"What? You want an autograph or something?" Maria asked, clearly pissed off. "You didn't bring a fucking camera in here did you? Because if you did, you're going to be in so much shit! Fuck, if the press got hold of photos like that ..." I saw concern run across Daniela's face to match the anger that

"No, I didn't come here to do anything like that!" I quickly declared, "Really! God I would never do that to you, I just, oh shit, I just wanted to see you both naked, you're so gorgeous ... I" I said, deflating as I put it out there in the open.

Both girls seemed to suddenly become aware of the fact that they were confronting me naked. My admission that that was what I'd come in to the change room to see obviously caught them off guard and Maria reached for a towel to hide herself and Daniela half covered herself with her hands.

"Well, it seems you got more than that. Tell me was it worth losing your job over?" Maria asked. "Because you know the instant that we call security its all over for you."

"Well, to be honest, I did think about it before I ducked in here. About that risk I mean. And I have to say now that yes, it was worth it. You two are so incredibly gorgeous ... yes, it was worth my job to see you naked. Getting to see you on the court was wonderful, in here ... well that was perfection, so go on, call them and get it over with."

Maria had walked over to where a telephone hung in the change rooms but Daniela called out, "Hang on Maria, I don't want to call yet."

"What the fuck Daniela, what are you up to?"

"I just think that there's an opportunity here that I'm not prepared to let go just yet."

"What opportunity?"

"Well she's seen us naked. And I want to know how much she might like to keep her job. What's your name?" Daniela asked me.

"Nikki," I replied.

"Well Nikki, would you like to keep your job?" I simply nodded. "I think we should find out just how much she want's to keep her job Maria."

Maria had walked back over to where Daniela stood before me.

"Hmm, I think I see where you're going," Maria said, her eyes travelling over my body from head to toe. It sent a pleasant tingle through me to have her check me out in this way.

"Come over here Nikki," Daniela said to me, indicating a space in front of the shower cubicle, "and take your clothes off. If you want to keep your job, its only fair that we get to see you in the same state you've seen us." I walked to where she indicated and began to remove my shoes and socks.

"I take it that you're a lesbian given that you wanted to see us naked?"

"I looked up at her and nodded."

"Hmm, well maybe this won't be so hard for you," she left the statement hanging and I stood up, sans shoes and socks and began to peel my shorts down my legs.

"She's rather fine looking, don't you think?" Daniela said, moving around behind me as I bent over to remove my shorts. "Cute arse." I blushed as Maria followed Daniela's inspection of my body as I slowly revealed myself, next pulling off the polo shirt that was part of the ball girl's uniform so that I was standing before them in a pair of what cotton panties and sports bra.

"If she hadn't been, there's no way you could have talked me into this," Maria told Daniela. "Look, her nipples are almost as pointy as yours," she added as my nipples stood out clearly through the fabric of the sports bra.

"And we know how much you like nipples," Daniela said to her, pulling on her own so that they were stretched away from her breasts. Maria stared at them lustily and I stopped in the act of undoing my bra, transfixed by the sight.

"Hey, don't you stop," Maria said, turning her attention to me. I blushed and continued, removing my bra and then pulling my panties off until I stood completely naked before the two tennis stars. Maria stepped over to her pile of gear and emerged with a digital camera. She aimed it at me and took several photos of me as I tried to cover myself.

"Don't worry she said, they're just for me. Of course, if you fuck this up, they might end up with the press. But we'll just call that insurance."

"Mmm, not bad at all," Daniela said, stepping up closer to me, her eyes tracing their way over my breasts and stomach. It was flat and tight and I was proud of it, but it didn't have the definition that these two girls had. My nipples were so hard, they stood out nearly as much as Daniela's and were of a similar size, though a darker shade of pink.

"A pity about all that hair," Maria said as her gaze flicked down to my pussy. I kept my pussy hair trimmed to a bikini line but didn't bother trimming its length at all.

"But that's fixable," Daniela said, a glint in her eye. Maria's eyes lit up when Daniela said this.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Maria asked, her tongue flicking out across her lips.

"Well she did worse than lose a bet didn't she?" I stood there, starting to grasp what it was that they'd been talking about before they'd discovered me. I felt like a piece of meat that had been hung in a butcher's window.

"Oh yes she most certainly did. Okay Nikki, here's the deal. Either you let me shave you, or I call security."

"Well if that's the case, I'll have to go for the shave," I said, my eyes lingering on Maria's hairless mound, my mouth salivating as I wondered what it might be like to run my tongue across her lips.

"Glad you see it like that." With that, she bade me help her to move the bench that she'd obviously been planning to lay Daniela on to exact a similar penance, in her case, for losing a bet. The two girls led me into the shower and watched at first as I rinsed myself under the falling stream. Before long though, they'd both taken up soap and started to wash me down. I just stood there. It was like I was in a dream, Maria Sharapova and Daniela Hantuchova were standing naked either side of me and running their hands over my naked body!

"You have gorgeous little titties, just like Daniela," Maria said to me, her fingers tweaking and running over my nipples. Before I could even respond, she lowered her face to my breast and sucked hard upon my left nipple. My knees shook at the contact.

"Right, I'd better shave you before I get carried away," she said to me. I was led over to the bench and laid down upon it, a foot either side.

"Get me those scissors from my pack, Dani" Maria said. I felt her run her fingers through the pubic hair on my mound and felt myself dampen at the touch. Daniela returned with a pair of scissors and Maria took them from her and began trimming down my pubes until there was just stubble on my mound. Then she lifted my leg from the knee so that my left foot rested on the bench near my bottom. My right leg followed and she pushed my knees apart, splaying me so that she had access to my labia where she resumed the trimming process.

As Maria did this, Daniela knelt beside me and started tracing her fingers over my breasts, teasing ever so slightly at my nipples, touching and flicking them gently. I moaned at the sensual touch and could tell that this was far from the first time that she'd done this.

"You really are pretty, Nikki," Daniela said to me, causing me to blush again. I felt compelled to speak but struggled for something appropriate to say.

"I watch your matches whenever I can," I finally responded, "I love watching the sweat slowly drench what you're playing in. I've often dreamed of being there to wash you down afterwards." She smiled at me.

"Well lucky for you, you're not one of the thousands of guys who have similar ideas, because they've always walked away disappointed" she said, laughing and leaned over to kiss me. My breath caught in my throat as I saw her face descend towards mine, her thin lips brushing against mine before parting so that her tongue could gently probe between my lips and dance within my mouth. I squirmed as I realised that Daniela Hantuchova had chosen to kiss me! And she was naked!