Well ... last night brought one of those dream matches. Not necessarily for the tennis, but on one side of the net we had our lovely Rafa, and on the other ... the gorgeous Feli.
The evening before, the boys had had dinner together, but the next night, they were protagonists. To be honest, the match passed in a blur as I was keeping a half eye on it, chatting to my Rafateer pals ... and was being fed Feliporn by Rafan as she surfed Google for the hot pictures. Some were jaw dropping ... wowzers. Has there ever been born a more beautiful man. *Sorry Rafi* ...
Tonight, I've actually been able to watch the match again ... and Rafa played some pretty solid stuff and through his presser, he talked about how he was now feeling the ball and that he thought he had found some of rythym. Helped and fed a bit by Feli along the way, I hasten to add ...
Rafa had a break of serve in each set, and ran out the winner by a 6-3, 6-3 scoreline. At the end of the match, Feli removed his bandana and his ponytail bobble and shook his lovely mane from side to side to gasps from us all. And as if that wasn't enough ... we had a laboured shirt change at the chair from Rafa before he put his trackie top on. I swear ... these boys know how to work it.
Enjoy the rest of the pictures ... especially the bit of thigh action above ...
No comments:
Post a Comment