I riffled through my bedside cabinet looking for my bathing lotion. It took seconds
before I remembered where I previously left it inside my other handbag, and I
immediately got it, then threw it into my gym bag. I was hurrying
to leave the house to head out to the y m c A, where
I often enjoyed swimming twice weekly. It was a Saturday, and I was
lucky that I wouldn't be babysitting any of my grandkids today. But who knew
how long that freedom would last. Any moment now, my phone might ring
and it would be one of my kids demanding if I was free to look
after their little ones because they had some scheduled date to enjoy and it was
too late to find anyone else to take the task. Trust me, I've
gotten that aggravating request plenty of times before today. I was determined not to
be held back, not even by my husband Robert Good Heavens, especially not
him. I rechecked the contents of my bag to ensure I had everything I
needed before grabbing my cell phone. I looked at myself in the mirror,
not bad looking for a gregarious old broad gave myself the okay sign and exited
the room. Robert was downstairs watching a golfing tournament game like he couldn't think
of anything less boring to enjoy. I told him I was off to the
YMCA. He waked at me and told me to have a good time.
I snorted derisively. It wasn't like I expected him to get off the couch
and walk me out to the car, I thought, as I opened the
door. I wore my shades as I stepped outside, got into my car,
started the engine, and then was off to the YMCA. It was
a gorgeous Saturday afternoon. I bast in the feel of the wind roughly my
hair as I drove, observing the easy going traffic while mouthing off to country
rock music blasting off my stereo. My phone lay on the passenger seat,
looking neglect did it occurred to me that it might suddenly start ringing and it
would be one of my kids making an emergency call. I was tempted to
switch it off, but what if I missed a most important call? No,
let it be for now. I drove to Marlborough County, a seven
mile drive from my home, where the YMCA building was located. There were
others close by, but it was for a particular reason that I signed up
there. The YMCA parking lot was usually filled with dozens of cars, but
to my surprise, it was empty when I arrived. I OpEd my engine
and grabbed my gym bag and cell phone before getting out, I looked around
to make sure I wasn't being delusional. The parking lot was devoid of any
vehicle besides mine. I keyed in my vehicle alarm before walking to the building.
I made straight for the changing room, which was empty. Like I
didn't think it would be. The day was starting to feel eerie, but
it was and unusual. A few times I had been the first visitor at
the YMCA, but that was years ago, back when I first started,
and it wasn't to this one. This was probably the first time I arrived
here and found myself alone. I went into the ladies room and changed into
my bathing suit. I figured it wouldn't be long before others started arriving.
I might as well enjoy having the place to myself. I wrapped my towel
around my neck, folded my clothes into my gym bag, and then left
to go and take a dip in the pool. The swimming pool area was
empty. The water looked inviting. I dipped my feet into the shallow edge
and watched the water ripple. I turned my head when I heard a door
close somewhere. I looked around and waited, but nobody appeared. There was
nobody except me. I strolled towards the pool's deep end and lowered myself to
sit on the edge while dipping and kicking my feat in the water, creating
splashes and waves. The water felt pleasing enough to pop goosebumps on my arms.
I leaned backwards and shut my eyes, smiling languorously while still creating havoc
with the pool water. My cell phone lay beside me, undisturbed. My
eyes stayed shut, but my ears caught footsteps approaching my direction. I didn't
panic, even when the person's shadow loomed over me, or when he laid
his hands on my shoulders, caressing my skin like he intended to give me
a soothing massage. I smiled as I inhaled the musklike fragrance that always pervaded
him whenever I was in his presence. You've been waiting here long, asked
Terence. My secret lover. He was the reason I signed up with this
particular YMCA club. Since he lived nearby, it was an excellent way to
be close to him without arousing suspicion from Robert or my kids, who had
no idea their mom was a black cockher hm, not long enough, I
said, reaching for his arm, as his hands were busily running down my
swimsuit, making my nipples hard behind the fabric. I opened my eyes to
stare at him. I thought you weren't going to show up. I didn't
see your car in the parking lot. That's because I just got here,
he said. You beat me to the punch. H. I guess you're
going to have to then pay the price for being late, though I don't
know how long we'll have this place to ourselves. Then let's not wait any
longer. Stay here, don't move an inch. Terence jumped into the water
and broke to the surface. Seconds later, he swam towards me with his
face inches from my crotch mind Pulling that to the side, he indicated my
swimsuit. I need to see what I'm working with. Usually I wouldn't dare
attempt this. Terence is fond of making bold dacious acts that I considered too
outrageous and exciting. But I was committed already, so I allowed him to
do whatever, knowing it would get me off too. I looked about to
establish that we were alone in the pool area before sliding my panties to expose
my pussy to him. Terence drew closer and parted my thighs so he could
breathe upon my cunt. I gasped and rolled my eyes when his tongue tasted
my pussy. Wow, oh my god, Terence, you're insane. I
was frightened and exhilarated by what he was doing. I worried that the glass
doors would burst open and people would suddenly pour into the pool area any minute.
But simultaneously, this was way too audacious, and I didn't want him
to stop. Terence didn't seem to want to stop what he was doing either.
His body kept floating under the water while his face stayed above the surface.
As he worked his tongue into my pussy. I couldn't hold back the
orgasmic tremor erupting inside me. My body trembled so badly that I couldn't control
myself from slapping my palm against my thighs. Stop, Terence, I gasped,
Please, please, darling, stop, I beg you. Let's go.
Let's go someplace far better than here. Terence listened to me, and
thankfully he agreed. He pulled himself out of the pool and came and helped
me to my feet. My phone suddenly began to ring. The call was
from my daughter. I switched off my phone, linked my arm around Terence,
and then headed to our separate changing rooms. Terence was waiting for me
when I came out. We were back in our clothes. People were then
entering the pool area. I exchanged readings with several women while Terence walked ahead
of me. I wasn't too friendly with any women at the club. Neither
knew about our relationship. Outside, Terence signaled me over to his car.
We always drove in his car to arouse less suspicion in case anyone thought I
was away. I got into the passenger seat and he unzipped his jeans.
My head stayed on his crotch with his cock jammed in my mouth while he
drove to his place. His cock stayed hard in my mouth, and I
even attempted to wiggle my hand further into his jeans to play with his balls.
He usually loves it when I do that. We arrived there minutes later,
and he parked his car and then we went inside. We didn't make
it to the bedroom, not right away.