Page 160 of S is for SEX

Good.

1996, the year we graduated high school, Acqua Di Gio was introduced. I loved the smell, and purchased a bottle for him at the mall for his birthday. While we were together, he never wore any other cologne to the best of my knowledge. It had become his signature scent, and every time I smelled it since, I thought of him. Now, smelling a faint hint of it excited me.

Within a few seconds my pussy began to tingle.

The elevator door opened at the first floor. After glancing down the hallway in each direction, I eagerly began walking toward the indoor swimming area. The indoor pool was separated from the adjoining workout room by a glass wall which was mirrored on the side of the gym. From the pool, a person could see inside the gym, but from the gym, a person attempting to look out at the pool saw nothing but their reflection. The remaining three walls in the pool room were constructed of brick, making it virtually soundproof. Although the lights weren’t on, the glow from the hallway entry and the door leading outside illuminated the area more than enough to provide a sexy luminescent lighting perfect for a late night fuck.

I pulled my room keycard from the pocket of my shorts and pressed it into the card reader. Eagerly, I opened the door which led to the pool, pleasantly surprised to find no one inside. The room was hot, humid, and thick with the smell of chlorine. My joy multiplied tenfold when I glanced toward the gym and noticed a couple getting in their late-night workout.

“What are we doing, Sam?” he asked as he glanced around the room.

“I don’t have my swimming trunks,” he chuckled.

“You’re going to fuck me, Otis,” I grinned as I cleared the towels from the top of the glass table positioned between the edge of the pool and the glass wall.

Through the one-way glass, I could clearly see the two people inside the gym on elliptical machines, working away while listening to their iPods. The thought of Otis not knowing they couldn’t see us excited me almost as much as me imagining they could.

“Right here? There’s people in the gym, Sam,” he responded.

I shrugged as I unbuttoned my shorts, “Lose your sense of adventure?”

As he glanced toward the gym the side of his mouth curled slightly.

“No, sure didn’t,” he responded as he reached for his zipper.

Although he had always been in great physical shape, his arms were not only now covered in tattoos to his wrists, but they were solid muscle from his forearm to his shoulder. His unbuttoned leather vest exposed his massive chest covered only by a sheer white tee shirt he wore underneath his vest. As he pulled against his zipper, I watched intently as the muscles in his bicep flared.

I glanced down and gazed at his zipper as I waited for him to pull his cock out. I’d seen it a million times, but I stood in wait, wanting to catch a glimpse of it, hoping nothing had changed. Not having been with a man for over a decade, and never having had sex with anyone as old as myself, I wondered if at 36 years of age, something might have changed. Thoughts of a wrinkled half shriveled up old man penis came to mind. As he unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down simultaneously, his thick dick flopped free of the denim which had restrained it.

Oh dear God.

A wrinkle-free cock with the girth of my wrist sprung from his jeans. My hand, which was resting between the upper band of my panties and my hip, quickly moved between my legs as if it had a mind of its own.

Soaked.

“See this,” I said as I raised my glistening finger into the air.

His eyes shifted upward as I spoke.

“That’s fourteen years of wait,” I said as I fixed my eyes on my pussy-soaked finger.

“Fifteen, actually damned near sixteen, but who’s counting,” he said.

I shrugged my shoulders. I had no intention of arguing over a few months time, I was ready to fuck.

I glanced in his direction as he cleared his throat with a cough.

“See this?” he asked.

I shifted my eyes to his cock filled hand and nodded my head.

“This isn’t fifteen years of wait, but it’s damned sure about ten inches of ready,” he said with a smile as he stroked his hand along the rigid shaft.

Feeling an almost giddy degree of excitement I hadn’t felt since I’d seen him last, I pressed the waist of my shorts along my thighs and released them as they slid past my knees. As the fabric nestled around my ankles, I leaned over, pressed my forearms onto the top of the glass table and glanced over my shoulder.

He stood ten feet behind me with his cock in hand, his jeans bunched around his thighs, and his eyes fixed on my ass.

“That ass of yours is still incredible,” he said as he continued to stroke his cock.

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