It had been the tipping point. We both knew what it was, we both knew it was wrong but I wanted him and he wanted me. I was a swim coach, he, a contractor. For weeks now we had been secretly eyeing one another. He and his crew were renovating the gym. We still used it, I still came to practice in my speedo, the same as the team wore. Like any other diver, my body was free of hair.
He noticed. He saw my long, smooth legs. He noticed my firm, round ass packed into that blue spandex material. My lithe body, easily passable for one of my team members. But I was twice their age, a full grown man. I knew what my body wanted too.
I secretly stole my share of glances at him. His broad, rippled chest stretching the tee shirts that he wore. His tool, pressed against the leg of his jeans. Muscular arms, powerful legs. This man was a stallion, and I wanted to mount him. His brown eyes would stare when my pale blue orbs met his gaze. We would undress each other with our looks, never speaking, never touching. It was maddening.
It was a brewing storm and somehow we both knew it would happen. Today was that day. I stayed at the gym's pool after my students left. I was going to swim some laps today, to burn off some energy. He was there. His crew had gone for the day, and I knew that he was watching. I stopped early and climbed from the pool. The material of my speedo had worked its self between my cheeks, exposing the lower half of my ass. I gave him a show, strutting to my towel. I bent down, straight legged to retrieve it, and dried off my legs. I tensed the muscles in my calves, stretching them deliberately for sport.
A quick glance back over my shoulder and I caught him. His package was etching its way down his leg before my eyes. I smiled. I stood up and snapped the material out of my ass. I made my way to the showers knowing full well he'd follow.
I hadn't even turned the water on yet and he was there, boring holes into my skin with his eyes. We didn't speak. he walked to me and grabbed the back of my head, thrusting his lips to mine. I moaned into his open mouth. A strong tongue pressed onto mine, swirling it with his. I pressed mine back.
My hands brushed along that muscled chest of his, feeling the hardness beneath. it gave me goose bumps. I let my hand work its way down and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He moaned now, a throaty grunt of approval. Two strong hands pressed on my shoulders, and I felt myself melt to my knees. The pounding in my chest grew loud in my ears. I slipped my hand into his jeans, my fingers meeting a patch of trimmed, wiry hair. Below was a thick ring of meat.
He was too long and too thick to pull free from his pants like this. So undid his belt and button with my free hand. he helped my by sliding the denim down below his sculpted ass. When his cock sprang free I gasped loudly. It was fucking glorious. A length of veiny steel, big enough around that he would leave me satisfied if not ruined by the end of it. Long enough that as I wrapped one and then the other hand over his scorching hot skin that I could still see his bulbous mushroom tip staring me in the eye.
