I had been swimming with Amy for most of the school year. I was a college senior and had joined up with a group of older friends for regular lap swim in the late afternoons. It was a fun group, we pushed each other, hung out at the end of the lane talking between sets, and always ended the workouts with tired bodies but on adrenaline highs.

I was the youngest, one guy was a professor and the others were grad students. Amy was in her radiology residency at the university hospital. When the weather turned warm, she started asking me to pick her up on her lunch break so we could go swimming at a great outdoor training pool. We were good workout friends, always being around each other in the water and the sun seemed to be drawing us closer. She was very cute and I couldn’t help appreciating her fit body, but I knew she was married and didn’t think anything of it. The smiles, eye glances and flirting were all innocent fun I figured.

That is until one afternoon she came out of the locker room still dripping wet from her shower, her t-shirt skin tight against her breasts, nipples pushing the cotton out. She played with her wet hair, pulling it off her shoulders and said, “I forgot my towel today. Do you think we could stop at a hotel so you could help me dry off?”

My mind took a little time to catch up. She was gorgeous but it was unexpected, and she was married and a doctor. “Are you sure?”

Smiling, confident, and pulling the neck of my t-shirt with her finger she said “I can’t go back to work like this can I?” Another teasing smile, “And you are going to enjoy it.”

To make it clear, out at the car she traced her finger down my throat and gave me a kiss. I could taste the pool on her lips. Her tongue gently teased.

The hotel was five minutes down the road. It was the middle of the day, empty except for the person at the desk. She got a room in a flash and we were on the elevator. I was new to this but catching up.

I put my hand on her side to pull her closer. Touching her for the first time after flirting all year was electric, even with her shirt I could feel her warmth, feel her ribs just under her breast, it’s curve and fullness resting on the edge of my hand. I was getting hard fast which she no doubt could feel against her skirt.

Then she turned, slid her hands up my shirt and tweaked both of my nipples. The elevator door opened. She picked up her bag and was off down the hall.

In the room she kicked off her sandals and pulled a bottle of body wash out of her bag.

“I promised Roger I would stop swimming during the day. Help me wash off the chlorine?” She tossed the bottle to me and went to turn on the shower. “I will so be in trouble if he catches me.” And she threw her t-shirt at me.

The hot water ran down both our bodies, channeling in the cracks and nooks between us. I liberally coated her with body wash, touching and caressing the silky smooth soap all over. Tracing where the hot water ran down to her own wetness. Coating her hard nipples with the white soap and watching the water wash them back to bright pink.

She held my shoulder to balance, her other hand sliding on the suds and cupping my balls, rubbing and soaping my cock in encouragement. I quickly flooded her hand and coated her stomach with my own body wash.

“Hum..that’s a nice way to rinse off the chlorine isn’t it?” She smiled. I was nervous about exploding so quickly but she didn’t seem to mind. The water turned off, after we toweled Amy sat back on the bed. “I’m still so wet. Lick me dry.” and I happily complied.