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.
