The Contractor and the Swim Coach

It had been the tipping point. We both knew what it was, we both knew it was wrong but I wanted him and he wanted me. I was a swim coach, he, a contractor. For weeks now we had been secretly eyeing one another. He and his crew were renovating the gym. We still used it, I still came to practice in my speedo, the same as the team wore. Like any other diver, my body was free of hair. 

He noticed. He saw my long, smooth legs. He noticed my firm, round ass packed into that blue spandex

the contractor and the swim coach

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