I've just watched the women's final on TV and have to say it pitted against one another two very fine arses. Marion Bartoli will never be a pin-up (although interviewed off-court with her hair down she looked much less unattractive) but she has a delicious bottom in properly white, properly tight panties, a plump and generous seat. Despite the killjoy attempts of the BBC (so much unlike the French) to prevent us from seeing Wimbledon tennis upskirts, one has several opportunities to enjoy Bartoli's round buttocks so deeply divided by a dark, mysterious crack.
As for Sabine Lisicki, she's too much the girl next door to be exceedingly sexy, but she has nice tits and a gorgeous bottom, plump and firm, also packaged in traditional tight whites.
The UK media had built up Lisicki as everyone's favourite, a delightful girl who smiled a lot, while Bartoli can be confrontational, fiery and sulky. I tended to follow this and thought I'd be supporting the young German. Instead, I found it was extremely arousing to watch Bartoli pulverising Lisicki, humiliating her, teaching her a lesson, giving her a good beating, and to see Bartoli smiling as Lisicki unsuccessfully fought back tears. It was as if Bartoli was saying, "You say you just love tennis, do you? You love Wimbledon, do you? Do you still love them after THIS and THIS and THIS? Almost like a spanking - and I was reminded of my story "Wimbledon Whites", in which too a spiky Frenchwoman beat - in both senses - a sweet, younger German.
Of course I hope Lisicki returns and wins Wimbledon, and shows us more of her hindquarters (just keyed "hundquarters" - a worrying Freudian slip? |