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.