When I was nineteen I was a hardcore athlete competing on a D1 college gymnastics team. I was naive growing up in a small town and my experience with the opposite sex was limited to two high school girlfriends who were even more innocent than me. My body was what you would expect from daily double training sessions and I knew I was fit but never thought of myself as attractive.
As my success in competition grew coaches started requiring that I participate in more activities outside of the gym. That was how I found myself at a swanky charity event hosted by a couple that were high profile donors to the sports program. I had to wear a suit and several of the other high profile athletes from the football and basketball teams were at the party mingling. The big name athletes (some who are still big names) garnered all of the attention and I was thankful that I could bland into the background.
The hostess was an unusually stunning woman, blonde and slim with striking cheekbones, like a prettier version of Cameron Diaz. She was wearing a black backless dress and I could not help but notice that without a bra her perfectly sized breasts moved freely as she flowed around the room attending to her guests. She was the most attractive adult woman I had ever seen in in-real-life.
When she introduced herself to me I could feel the sweat start to form on my lower back. She told me that she had seen me on TV at the nationals and commented on some elements of my floor routine. She made awkward small talk asking about my hobbies and how I was enjoying the party. I was honest that I did not have any hobbies aside from my sport and that I didn't really belong at a party with all of the other nationally celebrated athletes.
Leaning in close to me she told me that gymnasts have more perfect bodies and she doubted any man here could compare to me. I was at a loss for words and unsure how to reply. The moment felt uncomfortable and I felt my heart rate speed up. Was she hitting on me with the sultry tone of her voice or just trying to be nice? Blushing I rambled something about how attractive she was. I worried she might slap me but instead she smiled slyly and suggested I hang around after the party.
The next hour and half was an emotional and hormonal tug of war. I wanted to leave and escape the situation but I also felt a sense of anticipation to know what she wanted. It occurred to me that she was married and my feelings of desire started to blend with fear. Her husband appeared to be a few years older than her, tall and not unattractive but clearly not in her league. As the party came to an end and the last guests were leaving, this seductive older woman locked her eyes on mine and smiled.
While she was saying goodbye to her last guest, her husband walked toward me reaching out his hand to shake mine. He introduced himself and told me that his wife seemed smitten with me and I should have as much fun as I wanted now that everyone was gone. His tone and mannerism was strangely calming and almost reassuring. It was now clear what this woman wanted and my hormones finally started to overpower my nerves.
He talked to me about other athletes at the party until his wife came over to interrupt us. They exchanged a friendly smile and quick peck on the lips as she invited me with her to tour their house. She showed me their gym, a large media room that had at least 25 chairs and finally an enormous bedroom with soft, romantic lighting accents. The room was comfortable and intimate. She watched me intently as I processed the moment. I looked into her eyes and instinctively glanced down at her breasts and the silhouette of her body under the dress.
