Hello,
My name is Kim. I'm a married women in her early 50s and the mother of a lovely, almost grown-up daughter. I live in London, England, and lead a regular life. In 1987, though, I had the best and filthiest sex of my life. I've never had sex like it before or since and I still think about it 30 years later.
At the time I was a real fitness freak and sports enthusiast. Guys and girls always said I looked like a bit of a tomboy. I had shortish dark hair, very small tits and a small bum. I was slim and pretty, but I was always getting passed over for my friends with longer hair and bigger boobs.
When a new guy, Mike, joined my local gym I didn't think he'd give me a second glance. There were a bunch of us, male and female, who trained at the same place a couple of times a week and sometimes went for drinks after. Mike joined us with a friend of a friend and became part of the crowd.
It was the 1980s. Mike had longish hair and looked like a pop star. After a few months of training he also started to look seriously fit. We got along great. We sometimes gave each other a lift to the gym. I fancied him but he had an on-off girlfriend and I didn't think he was interested in me, even though we flirted.
One Sunday afternoon, the gym was shut as the lobby was being re-furbished. The owner let me have the key, however, and Mike and I snuck in for a private training session. That afternoon there was definite sexual tension between us. Nobody else was around, and you could cut the atmosphere with a knife as we trained together.
I was wearing a crop-top and tiny sports shorts, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't wear them on purpose. Just before I went into the gym I slipped off my bra. My tits were tiny and I knew the lycra top would hold them in place, but I also knew Mike wouldn't be able to miss my nipples. He didn't, I saw him staring. But instead he complimented me on my washboard abs and my calves. I had great legs at the time! But I knew he's noticed my boobs as well.
After the session, Mike realised the male changing rooms were locked and asked if he could shower in the women's changing room with me. I said yes, but remember my heart racing as soon as I said it. The showers were open and separated by a few feet of opaque glass. There was nowhere really to hide. Mike offered to shower first, stripped off and walked to the first shower while I sat on the bench building up the courage to undress.
In the end I realised I had to do it; took off my clothes, covered myself with a towel and walked towards the shower stall next to his. That was when I saw him naked and thought I was going to pass out. To this day, I swear I nearly fainted. I felt my tummy flip over, my heart speed up and my head swim.
Mike had a great, lean body (I'd seen that in the gym), but as he soaped his face, eyes shut tight, I saw his penis bobbing heavily between his thighs.
Mike kept his eyes closed until I was in the shower. Once inside we started giggling and I relaxed. He could see my tiny boobs but I didn't care. I then started washing my hair, and that's when it happened.
Without a word, Mike reached over and started shampoing my hair for me. "Is this OK?" he asked finally. I could only murmur, as it felt like my body, especially my vagina, was melting. I couldn't say or do anything, or stop what happened next, if I'd wanted to. My body simply wouldn't allow me to stop.
Mike's hands moved down from my hair to my shoulders and back until he slowly cupped my breasts. Again, I thought I'd faint. The next thing, he was in my shower stall and our hands were all over each other. Our tongues were in each other's mouths, and my thigh was rubbing uncontrollably up and down against his waist as if it had a mind of its own. There was soap and water everywhere and two hot slippery bodies colliding.
Mike sucked my nipples, licked my stomach and ran his finger tips through my pubic hair to my labia. Mother Nature may have cheated on giving me big boobs or hips but she didn't skimp on my genitals. I'd always been self-conscious of my large labia, but I didn't care today.
I wanted Mike to touch them. When he stood back and I saw his erection for the first time, I remember feeling my insides churn. This thing curved up out of his body, with this great thick vein along the underside. It was like the cocks I'd seen on Greek statues while on holiday the year before. Back then, the girls and I had all laughed at these grotesque big willies. But Mike's penis reminded me of those.
I think I managed to get him in my mouth without knowing it. For the next 45 minutes or so we just feasted on each other's bodies. It was as if we'd been lovers forever. I remember lying on my sodden towel on the cold, hard tiles of the changing room, while Mike went down on me; lifting my leg up for him so he could tongue my bottom. To this day I cannot believe I let him do that. I had never been rimmed before (I didn't even know that word in 1987), but I just let him do it. I let him do everything.
He fucked me on the floor and he fucked me over the bench. I felt almost drunk with arousal. Somehow we got ourselves dressed, our clothes and towels were wet, and jumped in his car and went back to my parents' house. My mum and step-dad were away for the weekend. I practically dragged Mike inside and we went straight to my bedroom and fucked again. I recall my younger sister, Lisa, coming home and being shocked to see Mike in the house, but I didn't care.
I think we both came to our senses around 6 o'clock that evening. It felt weird and awkward for both of us when he went home. I knew he had this mad girlfriend. They were on and off all the time. I didn't know how I felt or what I wanted to happen. We kept our encounter secret from our friends at the gym (though I think a couple of them suspected). I didn't want Mike to think I was an easy lay. But I was when I was with him and I wanted to get laid again.
We ended up having this mad, frantic fling for a few months. After each encounter I felt weird, and then I'd feel horny again and we'd hook up a few days later. One evening when my parents were gone, I remember us fucking for hours and I think Lisa was listening outside the door. What scared me was that I didn't care if she heard me; that she heard her big sister fucking like an animal.
Mike and I were both gym-buffs and we both had muscles. I realised I liked it a little rough with him. I'd never had this feeling with anyone else before, and it shook me up a little. I remember drooling all over his cock, talking dirty, while he pulled my hair and forced my mouth down on his penis. I loved it, but feeling like this scared me. He pushed me back on the bed, and emptied himself in my mouth and all over my boobs and tummy. I'd never known a guy could cum so hard and so much. He covered me in it, and then collapsed on the bed beside me.
The next time Mike and I had sex, he fucked me on my bed from behind, pulled out at the last moment and came between my bum cheeks. I remember wishing he was inside my bottom. I was shocked by my feelings; shocked by the things I wanted him to do.
We 'broke up', if that's the right word, soon after. The on-off girlfriend was back on the scene. I felt jealous but also relieved. I ran into him some years later in a pub. We exchanged pleasantries, but I sensed we both felt odd. Later that night, though, I masturbated while thinking about his penis and remembering him cumming in my face.
About 10 years ago during a drunken night out with my sister, Lisa confided that she knew Mike and I had been screwing while our folks were away. I wasn't surprised. But I was when Lisa told me she'd accidentally walked in on Mike in the bathroom. I knew nothing of this, and Mike certainly hadn't told me.
I held my breath for a moment, wondering if they'd had sex. But they hadn't.
English Kim -
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