Straight Female / 54
I'm finally retired, found this site and thought I would unload some of my guilt. When I was 50, working as the head of the athletics department at a private school, I was also a widow and had not had sex in a decade or so.
Once in a while, I would replace an absent coach and do a few gym classes, then take a shower. Just so it is understood I have always been slim with no shape. I have an androgynous appearance and wear my hair short. Still, I always noticed Mario, a boy giving me glances. I tried to avoid meeting his glances and it puzzled me. He was of Italian descent and wore his hair to his shoulders but had a natural muscular body.
One day in the shower, I felt someone scrubbing my back and turned around. It was Mario, smiling, completely nude. I was a bit startled, to say the least, but his hands were already working me all over and I could see his thick, hard boner jutting out of his body. In minutes, he was fucking me in various positions in the shower and I just let it all happen. He fucked me for a good half hour. He went down on his knees and did my vagina then my anus before fucking me hard and fast. I jerked him off as well until he fired his sperm on the wet shower floor where I watched it go down the drain.
We did not speak to each other and, curiously, it never happened again but for years I masturbated with the memory of it. I don't regret it but do feel a bit of guilt. I guess at my age I should have known better. I'm glad it went by undiscovered and my avoiding more of it was probably why it went by undiscovered. Discovery would have been terrible for me and probably ending with destroying my career and life. I got away with it is all I can think about the event other than the hot memory. I had two lovers after that but none fucked me in any way like Mario did. He was a drooling animal on me.
Once in a while, I would replace an absent coach and do a few gym classes, then take a shower. Just so it is understood I have always been slim with no shape. I have an androgynous appearance and wear my hair short. Still, I always noticed Mario, a boy giving me glances. I tried to avoid meeting his glances and it puzzled me. He was of Italian descent and wore his hair to his shoulders but had a natural muscular body.
One day in the shower, I felt someone scrubbing my back and turned around. It was Mario, smiling, completely nude. I was a bit startled, to say the least, but his hands were already working me all over and I could see his thick, hard boner jutting out of his body. In minutes, he was fucking me in various positions in the shower and I just let it all happen. He fucked me for a good half hour. He went down on his knees and did my vagina then my anus before fucking me hard and fast. I jerked him off as well until he fired his sperm on the wet shower floor where I watched it go down the drain.
We did not speak to each other and, curiously, it never happened again but for years I masturbated with the memory of it. I don't regret it but do feel a bit of guilt. I guess at my age I should have known better. I'm glad it went by undiscovered and my avoiding more of it was probably why it went by undiscovered. Discovery would have been terrible for me and probably ending with destroying my career and life. I got away with it is all I can think about the event other than the hot memory. I had two lovers after that but none fucked me in any way like Mario did. He was a drooling animal on me.
