Donna and I have two children, and both are enrolled in a private school. The school had a week-long spring vacation a couple of weeks earlier than the spring break at the college where I teach. Erika, my only extramarital lover, also teaches at the college and has her daughter in the same school. (See Erika: Seduction into Adultery) Erika was taking a sabbatical leave, so she didn't have to worry about teaching schedules. Donna and Erika were good friends, and Donna certainly had no idea that several times a year Erika and I got together and fucked ourselves silly!
Donna and Erika decided to rent a van and take the children to Disney World for the week. They left on Friday immediately after school, and planned to return a week later on Sunday. So there I was, no family, both of "my" women gone, all alone. I resigned myself to a week of celibacy. Donna and I enjoy a good sex life, averaging three or more times each week in spite of the presence of two children. However, because of my evening activities with the drama students (explained below) and Donna's time preparing for the trip, I hadn't had sex for the three weeks before she left. My horns were a little sharp!
Several weeks earlier at the beginning of the semester, the college had begun a special late-afternoon fitness class for faculty. I joined the group which first worked out in the weight room and then swam laps in the indoor pool three days a week. There were two women and eight men in our group. One of the women was a husky, butch- type physical education instructor. But the other was an attractive, relatively young, redheaded sociology instructor, Mary.
Several of the men tried to hit on her, but she ignored them. Instead, she accepted me as "safe" and we began to work out together. We would spot each other on the bench press, help each other set the adjustable weights, and otherwise assist each other to get the most out of each workout. We would generally swim laps together.
Mary was unmarried and had a shapely figure and flaming-red shoulder-length hair. The weights and swimming really firmed up her body, and I often got turned on while spotting for her as I looked down at her breasts. I never did anything more risque than comment on how attractive she was, but I had erotic fantasies about her. I really enjoyed smelling her fresh, female odors as she worked out, and as her clothing got sweaty, her figure was even more revealed.
In spite of this sexual tension, we became good friends. There was a rumor circulating that Jerry, one of the deans, was really upset with her, so I asked her about it. I had already heard the story, but I figured she was the best source!
"Jerry grabbed me on the butt and told me that he had what I wanted and could really make me feel good," she said, "and so I kneed him in the crotch."
Jerry had grabbed himself, fallen down, and thrown up. Several people had seen the incident, and the story spread. I told her that Jerry was a jerk and that she had treated him exactly the way he deserved. Jerry had a reputation for screwing anything in a skirt, and according to his reputation, Mary must have been the first one who had ever turned down his offer.
I wondered if Mary would kick me in the balls if I ever made a pass. Well, my making a pass at her didn't seem a likely possibility.
Three weeks before Donna and Erika left for Disney World, one of the drama majors in a class of mine had asked if I could help with the set construction for an upcoming play. He asked me if I knew anyone else who might help out, and I said I'd check around.
The next day at our workout I asked Mary if she would like to give set-building a try, and she agreed. So for almost two weeks we worked with the students for several hours several evenings a week putting up an elaborate, multilevel structure. The play was presented on two weekends, the second of which was the one where my family left for Disney World.
Mary and I also worked on the stage crew each night, and we both were pleasantly surprised when the students invited us to attend the cast party after striking the set on Saturday night. We were both about a decade older than the students, and so we agreed to go together. Since Donna was going out of town, I didn't tell her I had a "date" with another woman! It would only have worried her, and I was only planning to escort Mary to a party! How bad could that be?
After the play on Saturday evening it took a group of us until a few minutes after 11:00 P.M. to bring the set down, and we got pretty dirty. But Mary and I had planned for that contingency, and I had clean clothes in a bag in my car. Because the party was in the same apartment complex that Mary lived in, we knew it would be late before we could get to the party if I had to go home and clean up and then come back. Mary had suggested that we both could clean up at her apartment, then walk over to the party, and I could drive home afterwards. So I followed her to an apartment complex near the campus. After we parked our cars (mine on the street since there were reserved places for residents), I grabbed my bag, and Mary and I walked to her building.
MARY'S PLACE: GETTING CLEAN AND SEXY
The elevator was slow in coming, so we climbed the stairs to Mary's apartment on the fourth floor. She showed me around. There was a large L-shaped living room with a small dining table and sofa and chairs, and a small U-shaped kitchen off to the left. Near the kitchen was a half-bath and a door which led, she said, to her study. Glass doors covered with drapes led to a small balcony.
Mary led me into her bedroom at the far end of the L-shaped room. She switched on a lamp over her bed which was under a fully-draped window on the right wall. We walked straight ahead, and Mary showed me the bathroom, with a shower in its tub on the right wall. Across and to the left was another door, which led into her study. She locked that door (I wondered why?), pulled some towels out of a cabinet, led me back to her bedroom, and said, "You can clean up first. I'll check my answering machine and make some phone calls.".
Mary left and closed the bedroom door. I undressed, went into the bathroom, and climbed into the shower. The shower curtain was completely transparent, and I could easily see the entire bathroom through it. There was an extremely bright light directly over the tub. I turned on the water, grabbed the soap, and showered. Being naked in Mary's shower turned me on - particularly since there was a lingering scent of her in the room - and I got an erection, which at least made it easier to wash my penis. After I finished, I dried myself off in the tub, then climbed out and rubbed my hair dry. I cleaned my teeth and put on deodorant.
As I was looking around the bathroom, I noticed that the lock button on the door to the study was popped out. I had distinctly seen Mary lock this door, so what was going on? I tried the door, and it opened. I poked my head in and saw a cluttered desk, a bookcase, and two chairs. Then I saw a miniature video camera on the floor.
I picked it up, figured out the controls, and rewound the tape for a couple of seconds. Then I played it back, looking into the viewer. I saw myself taking a shower. The wet shower curtain was indeed transparent, and my naked body was clearly shown in all its glory. I watched myself scrubbing my balls and rubbing my erect penis. The tape ended just after I had turned the water off.
I replayed the tape and decided that Mary had simply opened the door and reached in at floor level and held the camera pointed toward the tub. I hadn't heard or seen a thing. I left the tape at its conclusion, replaced the camera on the floor, and went back into the bathroom, thinking about what I would do.
OK, Mary wants to have a tape of me naked. Why? What's her game? I decided to play by my own rules, and I had an idea how to turn the tables on her. So I wrapped a towel around my waist, stuffed my dirty clothes in the bag, grabbed my clean clothes, and went out into her living room.
Mary was sitting in a chair, reading a magazine. I sat down on another chair, tossed my clothes onto the sofa, and told her that I was done. She nodded to me, and headed into her bedroom. I saw her glance at the bulge my erection made in the towel, but she didn't give any overt sign that she had been spying on me. She closed her bedroom door, and I heard the lock click.
I immediately ran to the door to the study. It was also locked. I felt around over the molding above the door, found the simple flat, slotted key to the door, unlocked it, and went into her study. The door to the bathroom was again locked. I could hear Mary splashing in the shower. I used the key to the study door, and as quietly as possible I unlocked the bathroom door. Then I slowly opened the door and looked in.
Mary was holding her head under the shower, washing her hair, and wasn't looking in my direction. I turned the recorder on. Her breasts were bouncing as she rubbed, and I felt an increasing hardness in my erection. I reached in and placed the video recorder on the nearest cabinet, aimed it toward the shower, and closed the door again. Then I went back through the apartment and used the study key to unlock her bedroom. I checked, and the bathroom door was unlocked from this room.
