Where it happened: Therapy shower room
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
I had to have open heart surgery when I was 38 years old. Fortunately all went well with the operation. I was 5 days in the hospital, and then came home and had about a month’s in-home therapy (mostly walking and a few exercises), followed by 5 weeks of more intense therapy at the Cardiovascular unit in one of our local hospitals. There they had treadmills, stationery bikes, and other exercise machines to build up yor heart rate and generally to get you back in shape.
I took this therapy three times a week. I always made it a point to exercise in sweat pants and sweat shirt. They had a small changing room, with a few lockers, and a shower for those who wanted to clean up before going home.
There were 4 or 5 people who came to these sessions at the same time I did, and there were three nurses who took our blood pressure and measured our heart rates before, during, and after these exercise sessions. To of the nurses were nothing special, but there was one who was a real knockout — a blonde about 25 or 30 years old, and she was the one who usually took my blood pressures and heart rates. She told me her name was Marcia and I could tell that from the little name badge she had on her uniform.
During my second week, after I finished using all of the various machines and was O.K.’d to leave, I walked into the changing room, took off my sweatshirt and pants and began to take a shower. After a couple of minutes, as I was lathering up, I happened to look out(there was no shower curtain), and lo and behold, there was Marcia, taking off her uniform, bra and panties. I was pretty much dumfounded. As she slid into the shower next to me, she said, “You know that sex is good exercise for increasing your heart rate, don’t you.”
I didn’t know quite what to say, but managed to reply: “Hey, Marcia, you know that I’m a married man, don’t you?” To this she responded, “Hey Gene, you see this wedding ring on MY finger, too, don’t you?” — as she pressed her soft black bush into my now erect manhood.
Well, this was an offer I couldn’t refuse.She was so damn beautiful, with those nice soft breasts and erect nipples pressing into my chest, and so without a lot more thought,and the nice warm water cascading over our bodies, I positioned “Mr Wonderful” into her vagina and began to fuck her. God she felt good. With every thrust into her, she reciprocated with a thrust back, as she put her hands on my butt and tried to hold me closer. Since she was married, I assumed she was using birth control, and so I just did what comes naturally, and came inside her several times. These were powerful climaxes, and she just kept say, “Yes, Gene, do it, do it!”
We weren’t in there long. We probably fucked for 15 or 20 minutes and then we toweled off, got dressed and she left.
During my remaining weeks there, Marcia gave me therapy in the shower 3 more times. Each time it was better and more intense. We didn’t take my heart rate after we were through, but my heart was really pounding. The last time we were together, in addition to our shower fuck, she also had me sit on the small bench there in the changing room, while she lowered herself onto my erection, and she gave me 10 or 15 minutes additional “therapy” in that fashion, while on fondlered her breaasts and kissed those always erect nipples.
I never saw Marcia again after my therapy was over — until yesterday.It had been two years. During that time, every time I was in the shower at home, I would think about Marcia, and fanticize about our therapy sessions as I proceeded to whack off.
By sheer chance, we ran into each other in one of the aisles at the super market. Our carts were headed in opposite directions, but as we passed, she smiled and said, “Hi Gene, how’s your heart rate.” And I smiled at her, and said, “Great, thanks to you.”
And we both kept on going.
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