As Mark quietly trudged through the sand to Katelyn's bungalow in the dark, he couldn't help but think about the lecture he had given his students two weeks ago in his classroom. He had stressed to them the importance of not breaking any of the cardinal rules while on their service trip to the Pacific Coast of Costa Rica: no drugs, no alcohol, no fighting, and absolutely 100% no sex. Doing so would result in immediate removal from the trip and a expedited flight back to Maryland.
With each step he could hear himself saying to students and their parents that such behavior would not be tolerated. You are representing the school and the larger school community, he stated resolutely. He was sure this stern speech would be enough to deter any misbehavior on the part of his students. It never crossed his mind that he might be the one breaking the most serious of his rules.
But there he was, dodging crabs and rocks as he walked from the front of the hotel property where he was staying to the back, where his district mandated female chaperone was staying. Katelyn had volunteered to go on the trip quite eagerly. She was 35 and had never traveled out of the country and felt the need for some adventure after a messy breakup with her long term boyfriend.
Up until their second day working in the mangroves in the heat, Mark had never really thought of Katelyn as anything other than a colleague. Of course he recognized her attractiveness. She was quite petite, just 5'3" and maybe 110lbs, with strawberry blonde hair. Her chest wasn't anything remarkable, nor was her bottom. But she kept fit and could fill out any number of the dresses she wore to school.
At one point in time Katelyn had actually been a mentor of sorts to Mark. His first year teaching was her third, and his district assigned mentor had been flaky all year. Like Mark, Katelyn was a career changer, which led to a more natural partnership given their similarities. She provided invaluable advice during his first years in the classroom.
So the fact that he was now sneaking across the palm tree covered hotel property under the cover of night while the waves of the Pacific Ocean crashed onto the beach a dozen yards away was all the more exhilarating. At 35, Katelyn was 7 years Mark's senior. The age difference only added to the exhilaration. Up until this point Mark had only ever been with women his own age or very close to it. What would it be like, he wondered as he snuck past the last of the student-occupied bungalows to where the female chaperones were staying.
When he got to room 43, he knocked 4 times, pausing between the first 2, just like they had talked about before starting their nightly room checks for their group of 20 students.
Katelyn answered the door in athletic shorts and a sports bra, the very outfit that sparked the initial desire in Mark in the mangroves yesterday. They had been working in the heat for hours alongside their student group, filling planters with fertile swamp mud and stuffing them with young mangrove seedlings. It was impossible not to be covered in a mixture of sweat, mud, and sunscreen.
At some point in the afternoon, everyone began removing their mud caked clothing, revealing bathing suits underneath for most of the students. This was no big deal as they had been hanging at the beach or pool when they weren't toiling away in the mud. But when Katelyn took off her crop top to reveal a low cut purple sports bra, Mark was a little taken aback. Katelyn took notice of Mark's attention. It flattered her that someone might ogle at her, as her recent breakup had really taken a toll on her confidence. She made sure to stay within Mark's view as she continued to work.
Mark was suddenly acutely aware of just how attractive Katelyn was, and it took a lot of mental effort for it not to show in the form of a bulge from his board shorts. He resolved to add the image of a sweaty and muddy Katelyn to the back of his mind for use later in the evening when everyone had gone to bed.
When they had finished their work in the mangrove for the day, they cleaned up by taking a dip in the Pacific. The group of students led the charge across the sand, eager to wash away the grime before heading back to their bungalows to clean up for dinner. As Mark and Katelyn watched their students run unabashed through the sand, they drifted a little closer to one another. There was a certain spark between them, enhanced by the beauty of their surroundings.
Katelyn broke the rising tension, joking that she hadn't had this much mud on her body since an ill advised wrestling match with a college roommate. Mark laughed nervously, not fully aware that Katelyn was flirting with him, trying to gauge his interest. She tried again, this time stating that she couldn't wait to strip out of her clothes and wash the mud and grime from her body. This got Mark's attention, as evidenced by the "wow" expression his face shifted to.
By now the students were totally enamored with the ocean and Mark and Katelyn had a wide section of the beach to themselves. Katelyn took advantage of their near solitude to let Mark know she saw him ogling her in the swamp earlier. Mark tried to play dumb for maybe a millisecond before coming clean. "Of course I was staring, how could I not? That outfit is amazingly sexy, even if it's mostly caked in mud." Katelyn, encouraged by her colleague's use of sexy to describe her, countered by acknowledging the growing bulge in Mark's shorts.
The sexual tension was reaching a breaking point when all of a sudden a wall of teenage squealing moved their way from the beach. The student group was refreshed and re-energized by the cool ocean and wanted to scour the area for fresh fruits to eat and iguanas to marvel at. Mark and Katelyn quickly shifted into chaperone mode and joined the students on their adventure.
The tension was completely gone by the time the group settled into dinner at the hotel that night. Everyone was exhausted from the physical day spent in the swamp. They all turned in early that night in order to be fresh for their trip down the coast to a national park for a day of fun and relaxation. But Mark was unsettled as he tried to fall asleep. He kept having flashes of Katelyn working in her sports bra, sweating in the mangrove. He decided the only way to get some sleep was to masturbate. It didn't take long for him to reach his orgasm, unloading into some tissues in his bungalow bathroom, sweating and breathing heavily from the heat of the night. He climbed back into bed and nodded off to a post-orgasm slumber
The next morning the group boarded their bus. Most everyone was bleary eyed and looking a little lethargic. They were hoping to sleep some more on the two hour ride to their destination. Mark and Katelyn settled into their seats next to one another, something not unusual for the trip as they used the down time to discuss the day's itinerary. Only this time that was the furthest thing from both of their minds.
Katelyn broke the tension again, saying that she had the hardest time getting to sleep, even though she was physically exhausted. Mark nodded, not sure of his next move. Was she just being friendly and making conversation? Or was she continuing yesterday's sexually charged flirtation? Should he tell her that he nodded off to sleep after images of her chest led him to orgasm? Surely no, that would be crossing a line, he thought. But before he could muster a response, Katelyn smirked and said good thing I can get off quickly and quietly! Mark's cheeks flushed with the thought of his colleague getting off, and Katelyn could sense the excitement. She placed her hand on Mark's leg, near the end of his board shorts, then whispered "did you think about me too?" in his ear.