It is Friday night inside the university gymnasium. Mrs. Keller (28 yrs.) is a hot divorcee (36-24-32) who teaches high school English. Her brown hair reaches her buttocks who wears Levi jeans and a red blouse. She sits among other wrestling fans in the bleachers. Her eyes follow Shawn (19 yrs.) who stands at 5'8" and weighs 149 lbs. He used to be a student in her class who had graduated the year before. He's a freshman at this university.
She whispers, "Goddamn Shawn. You are as cute as ever and what a firm ass."
Shawn walks into the locker room. His sweaty black hair sticks to his forehead. He pulls down his wrestling suit over the shoulders and to his slim waist. His hand opens the locker and pulls out his sport bag. He drops it to the floor and sits on the bench. All of his fingers reach over to untie both wrestling shoes.
Coach Taylor walks up and drops a small envelope on the bench next to Shawn. He looks at it while pulling off his shoes. His hand grabs the envelope and he read's the signature name. It says, "Mrs. Keller."
His fingers tear open the envelope and they pull out a "hotel" key-card. Shawn asks, "Who the Hell is Mrs. Keller?"
He stares at the key-card for a few seconds. He finally remembers her, "Holy shit. Mrs. Keller was my high school English teacher."
Inside the hotel. Shawn walks up the hallway carrying his sport bag. He is all showered up with his black hair groomed back neatly. He's wearing a leather jacket over his college t-shirt. His hand reaches inside the tight jeans pocket and his fingers pull out the key-card.
Shawn steps up to the hotel door. He looks at the room number and then at the card. His left hand reaches down and rubs his stiff cock under his jeans.
He says, "Fuck.. Mrs. Keller always made me hard."
Five minutes later. The hotel curtains are wide open. The night-lights of the city shine inside the room.
Shawn's back pushes against the wall. He still has on his t-shirt and jacket. His jeans and blue jockey shorts are pulled down to his ankles. Mrs. Keller is naked who kneels on the carpet floor. Her long brown hair brushes over her firm butt-cheeks. Her right hand strokes his 6 and ½-inch cock. She is sucking on his balls. Her tongue gently moves them back and forth in her mouth.
He looks down, "Ohh... Ohhh.. Mrs. Keller... I-I.. Fantasized about this."
Her lips gently pull on one testicle and then let's it go. Her hand keeps stroking his cock and she looks up at him.
