Morgan (33 yrs.) is a divorced woman (42-25-35) who goes to the city gym. It’s the end of winter and she noticed the indoor tennis courts have been busy. After her daily workouts on the treadmill. She goes to the secret “peep” window above the men’s locker room showers. It’s the same time when Tom (18 yrs.) finishes his tennis workout. He’s the latest senior high school champion who just received a 4-year college athletic scholarship.

Tom stands naked under a Hot Shower. Both of his hands are placed against the wall. He holds his head under the water as it beats down his short brown hair.

Morgan looks at his spread legs and those full round butt-cheeks. Small muscles cover the back and they go up to his cut shoulders. Tom leans forward and the water splashes over his body.

She whispers, “Damn, those beautiful butt-cheeks.”

It’s Monday and Tom walks out of his last class of the day. He is surprised to see Coach Brady (36 yrs.) waiting for him. They step outside in between the buildings.

Coach takes out his iPhone.

He says, “This woman named Morgan, contacted me about you.”

Tom replies, “Another one?”

Coach smiles, “Yeah, but she’s different.”

Tom asks, “How?”

Coach answers, “She hooked up with a tennis player, long before you.”

Tom smirks, “An older woman, huh?”

Coach says, “Oh yeah, but what a woman. Joe never got over her.”

Tom replies, “I was a sophomore when he was a senior. A good tennis player.”

Coach says, “Not as good as you, Tom. And…, Morgan is a Hot, voluptuous woman.”

Tom asks, “Do you know her?”

Coach answers, “Yeah, she’s in her 30’s, but who cares? She gave me her number, for you.”

Tom takes out his iPhone and Coach reads off the numbers.

Later that night after his workout at the city gym. Tom sits in his truck and pulls out his iPhone from a sport bag. He dials Morgan’s number.

MORGAN: Hi, Tom. Are you done with your workout?”

TOM: Yes, ma’am. Nice to meet you.

MORGAN: I’ve been watching you, and I like what I see.

TOM: Thank you ma’am. I heard about you too.

MORGAN: From coach Brady?

TOM: Yeah, he said something about Joe too.

MORGAN: Joe is not as good as you on the tennis court.

TOM: That’s what coach says.

MORGAN: Are you as good in the bedroom, like you are on the court?

TOM: I’m okay ma’am. I guess.

MORGAN: Stop calling me ma’am. I’m not your mother.

TOM: Okay, Miss Morgan… Do you want to hook up?

MORGAN: Just don’t hang on desperately, like Joe did.

TOM: You must be incredible.

MORGAN: If we connect on a certain level.

TOM: The hotel behind the tennis courts. Room 110. Wednesday night.

MORGAN: You won’t regret it, Tom.

It’s another cloudy winter night. Coach Brady wears a heavy sport jacket over his jeans. He steps behind the right-side of the hotel. He squeezes through the bushes and steps up to room 110. It’s quiet as he looks around.

The curtains are completely closed. Coach walks to the left-end where there is a side opening. He looks inside.

He whispers, “I hope I didn’t miss anything. I know Morgan’s gonna be Hot.”

His left hand pulls out a small towel from the jacket pocket. His right hand pulls out lotion from the other pocket. The fingers unzip his jeans under that jacket.

Inside Hotel Room 110.

Morgan and Tom are both naked. She stands in front of him facing the bed. Her shoulder length brown hair hangs loose. Her right-hand grips the right tit areola and nipple. Her left-hand reaches down and grips his left hand which is over her thick brown bush. His middle finger is rubbing her clitoris. His right hand is wrapped around her waist. Both of her legs are closed and the feet are lifted off of the floor.

Her head pushes back over his left shoulder.

He asks, “Want me to go faster?”

She answers, “No-No-Tom… Not yet.”

His middle finger rubs that wet clitoris in a slow circular motion.

She responds, “Gawwwdd-Damn-Youuu… Damn-Youuu.!!”

He asks, “You like that?”

She replies, “Yessss… Gawd-Yessss…”

He holds her body as it struggles in pleasure. Her massive left tit flops freely.

He asks, “Did Joe do this to you?”

She answers, “Not-Like-You… Faster Tom. Faster.!!”

He begins rubbing her clitoris faster.

She responds, “Gawd-Tom… Yes-Yess-Yesssss.!!”

Back Outside the Hotel Room.

Coach Brady’s jeans and jockey shorts are pulled down. He strokes his cock under the heavy jacket.

He grunts, “Fuck. I’m a tit-man… Look at that… Left Titty flop.”

He strokes his cock faster.

Back Inside the Hotel Room.

Tom concentrates on her clitoris. Morgan’s body struggles wildly.

She explodes, “TOM-TOM-TOM… YESS-YESSS-YESSSS”

He keeps circling her clitoris while her body jerks.

She replies, “YESSSS…GAWWWDD… YESSSSSSS.!!”

Tom wraps both of his arms around her waist.

She breathes hard, “Tom… Joe never came close… Gawd.”

He smiles, “I knew it.”

They both laugh.

Back Outside The Hotel Room.

A car drives up and parks in front of room 110. The headlights shine brightly.

Coach Brady says, “Shit-Shit-Shit.”

He quickly covers his crotch with the towel and pulls up his jeans by one hand. He runs through the bushes to the back of the hotel.

Back Inside The Hotel Room.

Morgan is laying back on the bed. Tom is on top of her with his elbows outside of her shoulders. Both of her arms are wrapped around his neck. Her legs are also wrapped around his lower back.

His 7-inch cock is buried inside of her Pussy. He furiously fucks as his round buttocks bounce up and down. Her own butt-cheeks lift off of the bed as her legs grip him tighter.

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

She replies, “Yes-Yes… Gawd-Yess… Ohhh-Yessss… Tom-Yessss.!!”

His round butt-cheeks keep bouncing up and down.

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

She responds, “Ohh-Ohhhhh… Gawd-Yes… Yes-Yes… Ohh-Yesssss.!!”

Her legs hold tight around his lower back as her buttocks lift off of the bed.

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

She says, “Yessss-Tom-Yessss… Gawd-Yesss.!!”

He stops and explodes, “Uh-Ahhhhhhhh… Ahhhhhhh… Ahhhh… Gawwwwdd… My-Gawd.!!”

Morgan continues to hold him tight.