Miss Jenkins (35 yrs.) has light brown hair (38-24-36) which reaches down to her butt-cheeks. She is one of the new college English teachers who is also a divorcee. She always makes it a point to cover up her voluptuous body in class. The long hair is tied in one long braid and she wears fake eye glasses. It makes her look plain.
The Fall college classes have begun and it's Monday night inside the gymnasium. Jenkins runs the gym stairs which is her favorite workout. She carries hand weights to tone up her arms and shoulders. There are many student athletes who use the gym. She makes sure to run those stairs by herself and moves around if it gets crowded.
Jenkins wears a tight full body sport suit underneath the large college sweats. She climbs the left side of the stairs and gets to the top. As she turns around to go back down. She catches a male athlete on her left. He wears big college sweats on top and bottom. There is a thermal sweat suit underneath. He is a cute guy with short black hair which is full of sweat perspiration. He's running up the stairs in the next aisle over the bleachers. He concentrates on those stairs.
As other college students run the stairs. Jenkins goes back down and thinks she might know who he is. She quickly shakes it off and continues running steps.
Later inside the women's locker room. College girls are taking showers. Jenkins stands in front of her open locker. She has taken off her sweats. Her fingers pull down the top of the jumpsuit and to her waist. Her big tits flop free and jiggle. The dollar-size brown areolas and nipples jerk. Both of her hands cup those tits. She pushes them up and drops them.
She whispers, "I may not be 21 years old, but at least my tits look good. They don't sag too much. Thank God."
Her hands pull down the jump suit to the ankles. The hair ponytail falls in between the tits. Her thick brown pussy is revealed and it glistens with some workout sweat.
The fingers pull off the jump suit from around both ankles. Her round butt-cheeks sit on the bench and Trina looks to the left.
She says, "I know who that young man is. It's Jimmy. That's his name. I used to be his junior high English tutor."
She stands up. The left-hand fingers pull off the hair-tie from her ponytail. The right-hand then grabs the towel hanging inside the locker.
Jenkins strides toward the showers as her beautiful hips sway side to side. Her tits jiggle and those nipples jerk. That big brown bush glistens too.
The next Monday inside the gym. Jenkins is running stairs late at night because her teacher staff meeting ran long. She finishes her workout and reaches the bottom of the gym stairs. Both of her hands grip the weights as she walks around the gym court. It's her cool down. She reaches the right side and turns left in the direction of the women's locker room. She looks down the stairs on her right which leads to the men's locker room.
She sees a basketball at the bottom of those stairs. She runs down and picks it up. On her left is the double swinging doors of the men's locker room. They are wide open and a light is seen. She also hears a shower running.
Jenkins holds that basketball under the right arm. She walks up to the open doors and looks right. There are two more swinging doors inside which are also open. She steps inside. The shower gets louder and hot steam floats in the air. She looks around and sees no one. The coach office door on the left is closed.
She quietly steps to the left and places the basketball down next to the office door. As she comes back up. She sees a naked male taking a shower. He faces the wall as the hot water sprays him from above.
Jenkins looks at his wet black hair and then down to his cut muscular shoulders. The water splashes over his back muscles and hits his round butt-cheeks. The water also runs over his thigh muscles and his calves.
She asks herself, "Is that Jimmy?"
It is Jimmy (19 yrs.) who is a college wrestler. He stands at 5'8" and weighs 141 lbs.
"It's been a long time Jimmy and I'm impressed," she whispers.
His hands lather up from a bar of soap. Suds fill those hands and the soap slips from his fingers. It drops to the floor on his left side. He doesn't bend over to grab it. He just turns his torso to the left.
Jenkins eyes grow big as she sees that he has an aroused cock. It sticks up into the air which is thick and long. The engorged cock-tip reaches his belly button.
She whispers, "Well, well Jimmy."
He faces the wall again as both hands lather up his chest and arm pits.
Jenkins smiles and then turns around to walk out of the locker room.
On Wednesday afternoon. Jimmy and Miss Jenkins talk to each other by iPhone.
He says, "Thanks for calling me on my secret phone."
She asks, "Jealous girlfriend?"
He laughs, "Hahahaha... Yep. You just don't know."
"I didn't think you would remember me," she says.
He laughs again, "Hahaha... I can't forget my favorite tutor. You helped me a lot Miss Jenkins. Back then anyway."
She asks, "Well..., can I still be your favorite?"
He replies, "Sure, Miss Jenkins."
There is a silence for a few more seconds.
She says, "Jimmy. You are so busy with your wrestling."
He clears his throat, "Uh-Hem!.... Yeah, I want to be an NCAA champion."
"Are you a champion in the bedroom?" she asks.
"Uhh.... Yeah, I am Miss Jenkins," he responds with a little shock.
