I left the pool disappointed.

After weeks of flirting and cajoling Sara had finally agreed to meet in person. She let slip that she would be working out at the Fitness Center and if I happened to be there at the same time perhaps we could say hi. I suggested that we meet as if by chance in the pool. Neither of us had done anything like this before and I thought it a rather clever precaution for we could spend time idly chatting between laps and no observer would be the wiser. As a bonus I would get the opportunity to check out her sumptuous body concealed by nothing more than flimsy nylon. Was she really as cute as her pictures? God, I had gotten hard just thinking about it.

It was just a first meeting to say “hi” and exchange pleasantries. I had told myself not to expect any more than that. I had convinced myself that I didn’t expect more.

I had expected more.

We had been chatting for weeks after all, and even though I was twenty years her senior we had discovered a special chemistry lacking in our marriages. She was pretty and sweet and shy and funny, and oh-so-desirable. But face it - I was an old fart while she shone glorious in the prime of womanhood. Sure, we got along great online, but I'll admit to being startled when suddenly, unexpectedly, she had proposed this meeting. My hopes had soared along with my libido and it had been sweet torture to postpone any gratification until the big day came.

Oh, she was nice enough, I reflected as I entered the shower booth. But nice like she would be to any stranger. Polite, but not intimate. She had told me that she was shy and not anything like she appeared online, but I hadn't really believed her. And why should I? She had begged to be questioned about the most secret particulars of her sexuality. She titillated me with tales from her teens, of her wedding night, of romantic interludes in the ten years that she had been married. I was the only one that knew that she sometimes touched herself. I was the only one that knew that she secretly penned erotica. I even knew that she enjoyed anal sex much more than she ever let on to her husband. The church-going young mother that never swore or did anything remotely improper was someone entirely different when masked by a keyboard and computer screen.

The warm water chased away the chill of the pool. I stripped off my trunks while the stream played along my shoulders. I felt old. Was it really any wonder that she didn’t find me as desirable in person as I appeared online? What was I thinking?

I replayed our meeting in my mind. What a body! My soldier twitched and rose rapidly to attention as I mentally stripped off her suit and imagined her naked in front of me. Thank goodness for the curtain shielding the shower booth, even if the locker room was empty.

What the hell. I grasped my burgeoning erection and slowly fondled it as I envisioned massaging her firm breasts, her nipples hard points in my palm. My stroking steadied into that old familiar rhythm as I imagined touching her between her legs and feeling her wetness, seeing her eyes glaze over with lust and pleasure. Oh, God, I was so hard... so hard...

The curtain abruptly whisked open!

Startled, I released my shaft and turned with a surge of fury to confront the  who had barged in on me.

It was Sara.

I froze in place gaping like a fish as she stared wide eyed, first at my face, then at my still raging hard-on, then back at my face. She looked frightened and suddenly I feared she’d bolt. But too late! Men’s voices sounded loudly and the door to the showers crashed open and whatever notion she had to flee was quashed in an instant. What madness had possessed her to sneak into the men’s showers? I regained command of myself, snatched her into the booth and hastily secured the curtain before whirling to face her.

She stood close, blushing, fearful, caught like a deer in the headlights of an onrushing car. Her eyes silently begged me not to expose her.

A sense of power surged inside. I had worried that I would not know what to do at a moment like this, but I knew exactly what to do. I kissed her long and hard and deep. I kissed her until her stiffness melted and she surrendered to my lips and I knew she was mine to do with as I pleased.

I broke our embrace and held her at arm’s length as my thick cock bobbed obscenely between us. God, she was beautiful. Confidently and deliberately I cupped her breast and squeezed. She blanched and covered my hand with hers but did not move it away. I searched out her nipple through the fabric of her top and rolled it between my fingers. Sara closed her eyes and parted her lips oh so sexily, her chest heaving as she panted.

I felt more a man than I had for ages. Potent. Powerful. Decisive.

"Take off your suit," I commanded tersely. Her eyes flew open and I held them unblinking with mine, not allowing for any silliness. She reached hesitantly behind her back and pulled the strings tying her bra.

The straps fell away and she held the cups in place for a moment as she searched my eyes. I met her gaze evenly and waited. She hesitated then seemed to come to a decision. Her arms dropped and I whistled in appreciation. Her breasts were magnificent! Firm and full and enticing. She watched me closely yearning for my approval so I smiled at her. "Very nice!" and she flashed a grateful grin. I waited. Only my manhood betrayed the depth of my desire. She glanced downwards, then jerked her eyes guiltily back to my face. Water streamed off her body and dripped from the tips of her puckering nipples.

At my silent command her hands twitched and her thumbs hooked the waistband of her bikini. Her eyes questioned.

"Turn around." She obeyed, bumping my bobbing erection in the confined space. "Now take them off. Slowly."

Raucous laughter announced more men entering the showers. Sara flinched, but we were safely ensconced in our own private cocoon. A blush tinged her torso. Slowly, smoothly, she slid out of her bikini until the globes of her pale bottom lay exposed to my licentious gaze. She bent at the waist and slid the colorful fabric down her toned legs exposing her rosy bottom hole and the bare lips of her womanhood swollen with arousal.

The suit slipped off one foot, then the other, and Sara stood naked for inspection. God, I was hard - harder than I had been for years. I needed her like I needed a reason to live. Her innocence and goodness were a veneer over seething sensuality and it was I who would give it release.

Before she could turn I embraced her from behind and my throbbing rod slipped neatly into the shuddering cleft of her buttocks. I nuzzled her neck and kissed her ear as my strong hands seized her breasts, cupping them, weighing them, rolling her taut nipples until she gasped aloud.

I was aroused almost beyond endurance. My hips thrust spasmodically as I buried my swollen shaft in the crevice of her bubble butt. My hand dropped to her smooth, bald pubis and she spread her thighs ever so slightly to allow my fingers to part the plump lips of her secret slit. I almost came when I felt how hot and slick she was, how ready for what soon was to follow.

I could not wait. I knew I should be a considerate lover and accommodate her need before indulging my own but lust raged deep in my loins and demanded urgent gratification. I pulled abruptly away.

"Bend over and lean against the wall," I hissed. She did as she was told, splaying her legs wide, waiting as a drip of moisture not from the shower snaked its way down the inside of her thigh. I clutched her hips. She surprised me as she boldly reached between her legs and grasped my throbbing rod in trembling fingers. It took all my fortitude not to shoot off right there.

"Put me inside," I commanded.

Sara grasped my stiffness and rubbed it up and down her sopping furrow wringing a gasp from my tortured lips that caused her to shudder with desire. At last, as the exquisite pleasure waxed unendurable, she placed my tip at her heavenly gate and bade me enter. I paused a moment to exult as my eyes drank in her nude form. I observed the sex-flush on her back; her luscious bottom begging for future attentions; her most private place, her anus, winking open under my greedy gaze. But all paled at the sight of her engorged lips stretched round the bulbous tip of my distended member.

How ironic that I had worried about this time, irrationally fearful that I would be insufficient for her. But as I witnessed my rampant spear lodged in her quaking quiver I knew that I was just the one she needed to bring the ultimate pleasure a man and a woman could together enjoy. I thrust.

God, she was wet. In one smooth stroke I buried my demanding dick to the hilt in her welling womb. She squeeked and reached between her legs to caress the bursting balls bouncing against her bottom. Damn, that felt good.

I withdrew until my head threatened to pop out, then thrust again, hard. Her sheath clutched my shaft like a velvet sock, like it had been molded to my exact dimensions. As I pulled back for another thrust she squeezed like she was reluctant to let go. This was the Sara I had dreamed of, the naughty erotic Sara. I thrust again. And again. Hard. Merciless. Balls slapped her butt as her gentle fingers caressed my scrotum. It had been long since I'd had it like this. So long.

Our pace increased as she found her rhythm and began to push to meet my thrusts. Shudders racked her body as her fingers ever-more-frantically worked my bulging balls. Oh, yes, little girl. My cock is inside you now. It's stretching you wide, and in a moment you're going to come like you’ve never imagined possible, so hard that your vision will blur and time will cease to exist.

Years of pent up sexual frustration found expression in this one savage joining. I touched her cervix and felt my testicles tighten. She belonged to me now. My seed is coming, dear Sara! Open your womb to me! So close now. So close. I was poised at the brink, pistoning wildly heeding only my need. At just that moment her finger found my back opening and thrust inside.

My body exploded! Spurt after spurt spewed with almost unbearable intensity. I spent myself in her clutching cleft as she spasmed and shuddered, heedless of the sobbing cries that escaped her throat!

There was respectful silence around the lockers as I strutted naked to dress, my exhausted soldier swinging proudly with the satisfaction of a job well done. The young bucks stole furtive glances, envious of the revealed power before them, the power that had so satisfied the woman that they themselves could only desire but never possess.

It is good to be the king.