Terrence felt weak and strong at the same time. He had never been this aroused, ever, had never been so turned on. He didn't know what to do, but he knew he had to do something.
It had been just a few weeks since he first met Gemma, a fellow educator at the University of Auckland, where he was working as a visiting professor. Gemma was quite the stunner, with pale, creamy skin, lovely breasts, heart-shaped ass, and long, shiny brown hair. Terrence had been fantasizing about her ever since he met her, but he didn't want to make the wrong move; the last thing he wanted was to jeopardize his position here by putting himself in an awkward situation. The last thing he wanted was for her to think of him as a typical sex-obsessed American.
The university had a unisex gym for professors, and Terrence occasionally saw Gemma heading in to exercise while he was heading out. They never had a chance to say anything more than hi, and Terrence wanted to say so much more. He thought about her constantly, to the point where he barely had time to prepare his lessons.
He had never been so taken by any woman he had worked with back in America. When he was offered this position, he had been told by friends about the beauty of Kiwi women, but he didn't think that much of it. American women were the best, he insisted before leaving, and he would miss them during his year in Auckland; he was only going over because he wanted to see the country's beauty.
Yet every time he saw Gemma, he became immediately aroused, his hardened black cock pressing aggressively against his slacks. She wasn't married and didn't seem to have a boyfriend; would she be interested in him? Some of the female students flirted with him, so he knew he was considered handsome by some Kiwi ladies. But what about Gemma?
Terrence just happened to be walking by the pool when he saw her; her breasts almost spilled out of her black bathing suit, her hair was now wet and flowing, and she swam quietly, calmly, not realizing that her aroused American colleague was looking at her.
Terrence found himself wandering to the side of the pool. Gemma turned around and was startled for a brief moment before she smiled and waved.
"Hi there!"
"Uh, hi."
"Would you like to join me?"
"Well, uh...I don't swim, actually."
"What?" exclaimed Gemma. "You don't swim? You don't know what you're missing."
"I guess."
Gemma swam over to him and smiled again.
"So you just use the treadmill, right?"
"Well, yeah."
They both laughed.
"Today was a really long day, that's why I'm here so late."
"Yeah, it gets real busy this time of year."
