On a hot Saturday night....

It was 1:30 am on a Saturday night.
His parents after a hard days work were in deep sleep. But he was wide awake.
He was sitting in the living room all alone on the couch with his legs crossed and staring at the flickering TV screen. With great difficulty he had tuned the Channel. He was starting to get addicted to this stuff. Though his friends used to regularly watch and talk about it in school, he wasn’t much interested in watching them. But things changed and may be for his own satisfaction or to keep up with his friends even he started watching them.
Slowly but surely he started getting great pleasures watching those Men and women in action. But these days he was more interested in watching just Women ‘play’ among themselves .He just loved it.
And he continued ogling at those two women, without a blink of an eye. And as things started getting ‘hotter’ he took off his shirt in a jiffy and threw it away not taking his eyes off her. She had grabbed his eyes for sometime now.
Her looks were arresting. Her blonde hair, blue eyes were an added bonus compared to what she was doing in front of him. As she arched her back, her eyes looking up and she moaned “AaaHH”
And the living room was filled with her moans ‘ mmmaah…aahhh hmph aaa arghaa’ and it became louder each time. As it started getting a bit too much he became panicky and started searching for the remote and finally having found it in the middle of cushions ,he fiddled with it to decrease the volume just in time as the other woman screamed “Yeahhh!!”
They had finished, both were sweaty and tired . Disappointed, he changed the channel and switched off the TV and made his way to his bedroom grabbing his shirt.
Damn!! he cursed to himself. He wanted Maria Sharapova to win the Women’s singles Championship in Wimbeldon this time.