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Gymnastics Class

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She was one of those women I just figured was off-limits. Her daughter and mine were in the same gymnastics class. Each week, we'd see each other as we dropped out kids off and went up to the observation area to watch them without being seen (so the kids didn't have the pressure of knowing their parents were watching). But aside from the fact that we were both married, there were usually lots of other parents there, and she usually came with her two-year-old son. It's just not possible to think sexy thoughts about a woman when you see her being a mom like that.

But she sure as hell had the sexy look down. Classic Midwest blonde look. She usually had her hair in a ponytail, wore a little bit of makeup, and always had red lipstick, of course. Usually had her finger and toenails painted pink, and wore open-toed sandals. She clearly had a lush body, but usually hid it under sweatshirts and loose pants, all in pastels. About my height, maybe even an inch or two taller.

Today, I dropped my daughter off a couple of minutes late, and went upstairs. To my surprise, she was the only one there that day. There had been times when we'd been the only parents before, and times when she hadn't brought her toddler, but this was the first time both had coincided.

I didn't think anything of it at first. We chatted politely, as usual, and went back to watching our kids. But as we did so, she moved closer, and I could smell her perfume. I looked at her, and she was simply staring at the kids through the glass. Then I felt her shuffle behind me, still not saying anything, and then she reached around me and started massaging my crotch.

I knew that I should have pulled away then, made a comment about how we were both married, and how our kids were in the same building. Then she bit me on the back of the neck, and I forgot all of the perfectly logical reasons we shouldn't do it.

She kept massaging me, interspersing it with kisses and nibbles all over my neck. Whenever I attempted to turn around to reciprocate, she pushed against me and kept me facing forward.

After about five minutes of this, with my cock ready to burst, she whispered into my ear, "someone could walk up here." She then dragged me into the unisex bathroom, which was designed for one, and locked the door.

Within seconds, she had us both naked from the waist down (I barely had time register the lack of panties), and had leaned me up against the sink. She stood on her toes and lowered herself onto me.

And then I blew it. She'd been masturbating me to the point of insanity already, and as soon as I entered her pussy, I blew my load. I couldn't believe it.

"Ohmigod, I'm so sorry." I attempted to apologize. "Please let me make it up to you."

"Okay," she said, leaning against the sink herself. "Lick."

I'd been hoping she'd let me finger her. The idea of eating my own cum didn't exactly appeal. But I figured I owed her an orgasm in return, so I got down on my knees and ate away.

After about a minute of getting used to the taste, I was getting into it, and sliding my hands up her sweatshirt. She helped me along and removed it and the bra, letting me grope her breasts as I ate her.

She shuddered once and I started to pull back, but she shoved me head back into her pussy, hard, so I kept eating away. I couldn't deny that I was getting turned on again.

I was lost in the moment, so it took me a second or two to realize that I felt something around my arms, and by the time I realized something was wrong, she'd wrapped her bra around my wrists, and tied the whole shebang to the coat hook behind the sink.

Before I could ask what was going on, she shoved my head back to her pussy, saying, "I didn't say to stop."

She kept at it for another two orgasms, then slid under my arms, sliding up behind me and lightly brushing my cock (now hard again) as she put her pants and shoes back on.

"That was nice," she said, nibbling lightly on my earlobe. "We should do it again, sometime. We can even trade back each other's underwear." As she said this, she grabbed my boxers, and left the restroom, leaving my tied up with the bra.

It wasn't too hard to get out of the bra, but by the time I got out of it and got dressed, she was heading downstairs to pick up her daughter, and I heard mine calling out for me. I shoved the bra in my briefcase, mentally forcing down the hard-on that told me that no matter what I said, I was looking forward to the next time.

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