The phone rang just as she was stepping out of the shower. She hadn't spoken to her husband since she left for the state tournament Wednesday night. From weigh-in Thursday morning until Saturday afternoon, it seemed to her that she had been going non-stop.
Now it was Saturday evening, and she had finally had a chance to take that well-earned long hot shower. Without bothering to dry off or even grab a towel, she had already run around the foot of the hotel bed to the phone by the second ring. "How the hell are ya, sweetie," she sang into the phone.
"Hi yourself, babe," said the female voice at the other end of the line.
"Oh, hi Deb. I thought it was the hubby."
"I figured. Listen, Bobbi, instead of just going to the hotel bar downstairs, it looks like we are going to some place James heard about, a couple of miles up the road. Can you be ready in an hour? We can all squeeze into the van and go over together."
"I'll see you out front," Bobbi replied.
She hung up the phone. Still dripping wet, she called home. No answer. He must have taken the kids out for dinner, she thought.
Drying off in front of the mirror, she paused to look at herself. At thirty-four, she really had never been in better shape. Five years of tae kwon do had kept her petite yet muscular form in great shape. Her dark all-over tan enhanced the look.
After blow-drying her light brown hair, now sun-bleached almost blond, she took in one more good look in the mirror. She still had that firm full round ass any college girl would die for. While her breasts had a little natural sag after breastfeeding two kids, they still had a lovely shape. They were topped with a pair of perfect 'pencil eraser' nipples. "very suckable," her husband had often said.
She looked for a moment in the mirror at her closely-trimmed bush, which her husband had helped her keep shaved between the legs. Then she stepped back and took in the whole picture, briefly. She could have passed for five or maybe even ten years younger. Certainly, her attitude was stuck at a perpetual 25 years old.
She looked in her suitcase for the little black dress and black thong panties that she had discovered her husband had packed for her. She was a surprised to have discovered them when she had first arrived and began to unpack. She had been even more surprised to discover that he had also included a pack on Trojans.
What was it that he had said as she was leaving? "Hope you have a good adventure. Tell me all the details when you get home." They had fantasized about this sort of thing a few times. She had even dressed sexy and flirted with other guys a few times while her husband watched, just to turn him on.
She had thought about it briefly as she had unpacked Wednesday night, but not since. There had been no time.
Okay, maybe she had thought about it once or twice. Thursday morning she had run into a guy from an Orlando club at the weigh-in. Bobbi thought she had caught him staring at her ass. She didn't mind, once she had gotten a good look at him. Tall lean and muscular; he was handsome, too. He couldn't be more than 25 or 26 years old, she had told herself.
Bobbi had let herself fantasize about maybe running into him later, but before her thoughts could get really interesting, she had been called to help out with some of the kids from her own club. By the time she had thought to take in another look for this guy, he had gone.
She had forgotten all about him until Saturday morning. Her competition already over, she had been helping coach some of the kids when she looked up and saw him again. He was maybe thirty feet away, packing his gear bag.
Bobbi watched him take off his uniform top to reveal a perfectly sculpted muscular chest and torso. She let her eyes wander over his abs, up his chest, over his shoulders and arms, as he slowly picked up and put on a tournament t-shirt. As his head emerged from the top, she thought she saw him looking back at her and smile.
She remembered what was in her suitcase and began thinking of the possibilities. She was just beginning to get aroused when she was once again called on to the floor to coach one of the kids.
Now, she finally had a moment or two to herself and Bobbi found herself thinking of him. Remembering his smile - had he really been looking her way, or was it just her imagination? No, he had been looking at her, smiling at her. She was sure of it.
Could she have really had him? What would he have really been like? Bobbi began to let her mind wander over and over again, recalling every detail of his athletic body. As she did so, she unconsciously began running her own hands over her own bare wet skin. Innocently enough at first, but as her thoughts continued, her hands lingered more and more on her erogenous zones - her neck, the sides of her breasts, her belly, the hollow in side her hips.
Bobbi lay down upon the bed and closed her eyes. Her thoughts and her hands continued to drift into deeper and deeper sexual territory. She imagined herself naked on that same bed, with him above her, kissing her neck; his strong hands exploring her body.
Her own hands now began their own exploration. Her right hand cupped her own right breast, giving it a firm squeeze. It then drifted over to the left, lightly raking her fingernails over valley in between. Bobbi held her left nipple between her thumb and index finger, and began to gently squeeze it, and roll it back and forth.
She imagined running her hands down his smooth naked body, coming to rest on his firm round ass. She thought of his large erection, pressing against her mons. Gripping him by the ass, she would alternately pull him up along her body, then push him down, forcing him to press the length of his cock against her inner lips and mons, gliding it up and down, lubricating its length with her juices.
Bobbi's left hand was now buried between her legs. With the heel of her palm, she pressed down against her pubic mound; the flat of her hand and fingers pressing hard against her wetness. She moved her hand in time with the motion of the cock, pressing and gliding past the very same area in her mind.
She imagined reaching one hand around to the massive erection, grasping it firmly by the base, and rubbing it up and down, along the full length of her pussy. First pressing it low between her swollen lips, right at her very entrance, then rubbing it upward all the way past her clit, then down again.
Her own hands followed this action in her mind. Her index, middle and ring fingers, held close together, began rubbing her in exactly the same way, in time with her imagined cock. They pressed low and deep, not quite entering her, then slowly up, between her velvety lips until they reached her now firm clit. Pausing but a moment, then slipping past the clit and stopping at the small trim patch of light brown hair above, and then repeating. Each pass over the sensitive little bud created an electric shockwave through her, causing her to gasp and shudder, stronger and stronger with each pass as she pressed firmer and firmer.
She now saw herself looking him deep in the eyes and pressing his hardness directly against her entrance. She imagined feeling him enter, and slide deep inside. Bobbi was entranced with the imagined feeling of being filled by this man. Her own three fingers now slipped into her hot wet entrance. She began moving them in and out, pressing against the upper inside wall of her sex, pressing her palm firmly against her clit.
Her hands matched the cock in her imagination stroke for stroke, in and out; in and out; in and out, pressing firmer, reaching deeper. She imagined his hardness pressing against her clit as he would slide back out, and then plunge deep, all the way into her.
Bobbi's breathing intensified. Her right hand now pinched her nipples harder, then moved down her torso, pressing firmly, down to her mound. Her left hand still furiously sliding in and out, her right hand now spread her smoothly-shaved outer lips, allowing her swollen inner lips and clit to protrude more.
Bobbi imagined feeling the man above her thrust deep and tense up, his massive organ wildly jerking deep inside of her, flooding her with its warm liquid. At that same moment, Bobbi also came, in wave after wave of orgasm. It seemed to last forever. She ran her fingernails lightly over her thighs, and then relaxed with a quiet smile.
After just a few minutes, reality set in, once again. Bobbi opened her eyes, looked at the clock, and realized that she had better get moving. After all, it was time to go out and celebrate all those hard-won medals with her friends.
Looking at that little black dress, she began to ask herself if she should put it on, or just wear jeans. After all, she was going to be out with her friends. What could she possibly do with them right there, watching?
"Oh, what the hell," she finally said out loud. Maybe I can still have a little fun, she thought as she pulled the black thong up over hips, and slid the dress over her head. Her hour was up, and she knew they would be waiting for her in James' van, out front.
Bobbi stepped out the front door and paused a moment to look at the little hotel courtyard. All of the rooms opened onto a lush, beautifully landscaped area, complete with secluded benches and a large gazebo, which contained a hot-tub. The hot-tub was closest to her room, within just a few feet of her door.
She had thought about how convenient that was when she had first checked into her room. She usually enjoyed relaxing in the hot water and jets of a hot-tub after competing, but just hadn't gotten around to doing it this time. For a moment, she was beginning to think about going back into the room and changing into a swimsuit. Maybe she would just relax in the tub, instead of going out.
"Come on, Bobbi. We've all been waiting for you." It was Debbie. Bobbi shut the door and walked quickly to meet her friend. "Wow, look at you," Deb said.
They walked to the far end of the courtyard, went through the lobby door, past the front desk and out the main doors where Carlton had the van waiting. She climbed into the side door, and took the back seat, alongside Deb.
There were six, altogether: Carlton, their instructor; Eric, a long-time student; Ken and Jennifer, a married couple attending their first state competition; along with Deb and Bobbi.
