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As Trista Summers drove, she thought of her husband.
Terry was a biology teacher at the local high school and had started as the coach of the boy's varsity Lacrosse team at the beginning of the school year. Up until the last couple of weeks, she had enjoyed a daily diet of sex as she and Terry worked to conceive their first child. The months of unsuccessful tries were wearing on their marriage: Terry was losing interest in sex and she had secretly started to blame him for their trouble conceiving.
The constant sex had turned their lovemaking into a rather mechanical process. Because of his lack of interest, Trista hadn't felt satisfied in over two months. Now, with the Lacrosse team succeeding in the playoffs, they didn't even have time to say two words to each other, much less copulate. Every day, she woke up and fell asleep more full of sexual anxiety than the day before...
She had never been with a man sexually other than her husband. They had met as sophomores in high school and married in the middle of their tenures at the same college. She had never thought of cheating on her husband through nearly 12 years of marriage. Terry was a funny, personable man that charmed everyone he met. He was also incredibly loyal and dedicated to their future family.
Trista looked great for a 33, soon to be 34 year old elementary school teacher. While lesbian teen her blondish-brownish hair was shorter than it was in her college days, her genetics had preserved her well throughout the years. While a few key wrinkles had presented themselves, her skin had a healthy tone and her signature light freckles were still sprinkled all over her body. She had retained a healthy weight through regular jogging and her smile was still wide and white, combining with her sharp green eyes to present an attractive package.
While her rear end and abs were ever so slightly starting to show her age, her breasts hentai lesbians lesbians kissing held the same 34C shape they held in college. A light dust of freckles covered their plump shape. In their younger days, her husband used to love to run his tongue along them and call them his "snowflakes."
Age was no being so kind to Terry. He was beginning to lose his hair and had developed a staunch gut in the last year as he took on more responsibility at work. She reasoned that he was still attractive for a man his age, but she felt a division growing between their levels of sexual confidence.
At 4pm on a sunny Saturday, Trista was wearing a a sleeveless white blouse with a black lesbian pics skirt and nylons along with simple black pumps as she pulled into the driveway of a small ranch home. She was tasked with picking up Derrick, a senior at the local high school and the leader of the LaCrosse team, and to make the six hour drive to the state finals. A horrendous carpooling situation had left the young athlete without a ride to the big game. Because he cared for his cancer-stricken mother and young sister, he was unable to drive himself because his family only owned one car. By the time the rest of the team had departed during school on Friday, Derrick was left stranded. Over the phone the previous night, Terry had convinced Trista to bear the burden of transporting the young man downstate.
From the moment Trista first saw Derrick, she felt unusually comfortable in his presence. When he entered her car he introduced himself with a handshake and lesbian girls a big smile. He had a frock of light brown hair and dark brown eyes that made him look like the ultimate boy next door. He was also in incredible shape and wore a tight polo that showed off his biceps and large arms. She noticed the skin of his arms and shoulders was smooth and youthful, yet he had enough facial hair to pass off as a rugged street tough.
"I can't thank you enough for bailing me and Coach T out of this situation Mrs. Summers, without you we would all be in big trouble."
"Hey! No problem, it's my pleasure."
"This is a nice car, is this the new model Camry?"
"Yup," Trista said as she pulled out of the driveway, "We just picked it up last month."
"Wow, I didn't know Coach T banked so much money," Derrick said with a bemused tone, "This must be where all of our bake sale money goes."
Trista laughed, "Right, well if you can find some of that bank sale money, I know our credit card company could use it."
Derrick replied with wide smirk. She met his eyes as she began to drive away and noticed his attractive smile. It was then that she began to feel a less-than-professional crush on young Derrick that would begin to grow throughout the day.
As they conversed, Trista grew increasingly impressed with the polite and mature demeanor of the young man in her car. He had well thought-out views on world events and his generation that she found more profound than most of the adults she regularly talked to on a daily basis. He talked adoringly about his mother and sister and became almost candid in describing how he was dealing with his mother's illness. He cited it as his responsibility to be the man of the house and to fend for her health since his father had left their family when he was young. Trista, despite doing her best to remain platonic and polite, became quite touched by his soft heart and personal strength.
"So how old is your sister?"
"Kylie just turned 8, I bought her a Hannah Montana CD and she loved it."
Tara put two and two together, "Kylie Larson?"
"Yea, that's her, why do you ask?"
"Oh my gosh, I teach her! She's in my class!"
"Oh, wow you're right, how could I be so stupid, you're Mrs. Summers!"
They started to talk about his young sister and all the great things she had to say about Trista' teaching. Apparently the little lesbian anal girl really loved her class and always she was the prettiest woman lesbian pictures she'd ever seen.
"Yes, well," Trista said, already surprised at what she was about to say, "Maybe she should tell Coach T to say that more often."
Had she just made a disparaging remark about her husband in front of his student? She wasn't sure what inspired her to do so. She hoped he wouldn't spread rumors amongst his fellow LaCrosse players, claiming their marriage was on the rocks.
From there, their conversation flowed through his future plans. He had saved up enough money to attend a state college and hoped his mother would recover before she needed to send him off. From there, he planned to be a physical therapist, though he truly wanted to be a doctor. However, his financial concerns were too much for him to have such lofty goals. Trista was both touched and saddened by his incredibly mature mindset.
He then began to talk about his family and his plans for his kids.
"Who's that going to be with? Have any girl in your life?" "No," he said, "All the girls at school are just too dramatic and way too immature. It's not like I have lesbian action a problem finding them..."
"Of course you don't, your a good looking guy."
"Well, yea." he said, finishing abruptly. Did she just compliment an 18-year old boy on his looks? She hoped he would take it as a paternal gesture. There was a moment of silence between them.
"I guess I just wish they were more like you. You know, smart and fun to talk to, someone who understands life a little better. Then maybe I could be happy."
There was another awkward silence as she absorbed his comment. It was the first time anyone had engaged her on that level in a long time. She felt a bit elated.
"Thanks, you'll find somebody, I'm sure."
At the halfway point of their journey, Derrick switched to the driver's seat. They began to discuss their favorite movies. As they recounted funny bits and characters, she found herself laughing and lightly touching his outstretched, muscular arm as it sat draped across the steering wheel. He was an excellent and attentive driver. She felt a warm security with having him in the car.
As night began to approach, clouds began to form over the horizon. They hardly noticed as they continued their banter. Trista was having a great time talking about anything and everything with the young man sitting next to her.
After a half hour, rain began to fall from the sky in a sprinkle. Soon it began to come down at a steady rate and then ballooned into a full blown thunder storm.
"Wow, it's really coming down," he mentioned, "Did you hear anything on the weather about a thunderstorm or rain?"
Trista remembered the news she had watched as she drank her morning coffee, "Oh yea, there's a huge thunderstorm with a possibility for tornadoes, I didn't think anything of it because it wasn't blowing through our area..."
As they drove, the rain became pelting and fierce. Soon it was coming down in such a massive downpour that they were both leaning forward and squinting mature lesbians to see. Derrick never flinched or showed any fear as they drove into the darkness.
They passed a tow truck and two wrecked cars on the other side of the highway.
"Uhm, Derrick, we may need to pull over and stay somewhere for the night."
"Yea," he said, "I'm thinking the game will be called off anyways. Do you have a preference?"
Just then, the car began to jerk as they hydroplaned on the wet pavement. Derrick steered the car to correction as fast as he could.
"Jesus! I don't think we have a preference..."
They spotted a neon motel sign and just barely made the turn onto the exit. For whatever reason, the motel was packed and they were forced to park far away from the front office. They both gripped the door handles as they braced themselves for the trek inside.
"You ready?" she said with excitement. Derrick nodded and smiled. They raced out of the car as the rain poured down on their heads. Trista screamed like a teenage girl as they darted through the parked cars to the door to the small motel.
Much to her dismay, the door was locked. She turned to her left and right and began to become frightened as the water crashed down upon them.
"Here!" Derrick yelled, pointing. A sign pointed to an access door down the way. They jogged down a strip of cement to the side access door. Once they were inside, they sat and panted. Each of them laughed a bit at their ordeal before proceeding to the front desk.
The aging, bald night clerk behind the desk was indifferent to their plight when she first asked for a room. He requested her ID and a credit card. After she dug the articles out of her purse, she noticed the old man staring at her chest. She looked down to see her exposed bra and erect nipples. Her cleavage was considerable and looked rather inviting. As they were checked into the room, she looked to see if Derrick had noticed the precarious state of her breasts. Sure enough, he glanced away as soon as she turned her head. It seemed his maturity did not extend far lesbian anime enough to restrain his hormones. The moment made her feel flattered. It seemed she was still catching eyes as she neared her mid-30s.
"It's Room 402, across the way, down the path to the 200-400 block."
"Can we get there through here?"
"No, there's construction in both directions. It's not too much of a walk, just down, left, then left inside the courtyard, up the stairs, third door at the end of the line of rooms."
After they had exited the building and started their trek down the pathway, she regretted not asking for better instructions. They took a wrong turn and wound up facing a metal shed. They then transversed the outside of the hotel for nearly 5 minutes in the pouring rain. For the life of her, she couldn't find a single awning or nook of shelter the entire time. Finally, they found room 402 and briskly entered.
"Oh my God! That has got to be the worst storm I've ever seen!" she exclaimed, kicking off her soaking shoes.
"Yea, I hope it blows over soon."
She began to dust herself off. Her blouse was now matted to her body and her hard nipples could be seen clearly, along with her bra. She crossed her arms and then surveyed their clothes. lesbian teen movies They were both completely soaked.
"Let's change into...oh my God, we forgot our bags!"
Derrick looked to her confused, "Bags? I sent a bag down with my equipment and the team, I didn't bring anything today."
She gasped, "Oh, that's right, I packed my stuff in with Terry's in the suitcase..."
They both looked at each other for a moment. There was no way this small motel stocked full robes. She then flipped a light switch and lit up the dark room. She was surprised by its considerable size. However, there was only one queen sized bed...
"Uhm, uhhh, uhhmm..."
He smiled, "It's OK, we'll just use towels, your side and my side, no big deal."
She looked to him and felt comforted, "OK, I guess that will have to do. Let's just get showered and fall asleep, I'm exhausted."
"Sounds good, you mind if I go first?" he asked.
"No, go right ahead."
"OK, I'll be as quick as I can."
He ran inside the bathroom and shut the door. Trista sat in a chair next to a small night table. As the shower began to run, she began to feel increasingly drenched and wanted badly to get out of her clothes. For a moment, she looked down to her sodden breasts. Nothing Derrick had done so far indicated he was aggressive or too immature to handle sleeping in a bed with a married, older woman wearing only bath towels. She reasoned that, in the morning, her clothes would be dry enough for her to run to a nearby gas station or store to purchase cheap clothes for both of them. She didn't believe she had anything to worry about.
Derrick emerged from the bathroom wrapped in one of the bath towels. Trista's eyes immediately darted to his broad chest and massive pecs. His nipples were small and proportioned to his chest perfectly and his abs showed a six pack of well developed muscles. She was amazed by how smooth and hairless his entire torso looked. She briefly thought of running her hands across his broad, athletic chest.
She must have paused a bit too long drinking in his young body. She met his eyes. He was smiling.
"Your turn," he said.
Without a word she ran into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower and began to bathe.
As the hot water warmed her and washed away the rain, she began to feel incredibly aroused. Her sexual anxiety was returning in a big way. Suddenly, she was worried she would be the one who was immature, horny, and unable to sleep. She needed to get off.
Softly, she began to finger her pussy. She imagined running her fingers all along his tight young body. She imagined sharing a passionate kiss with him and having his hands rove all over her skin. When this failed to bring lesbian movies her to orgasm, the began to try everything mature lesbian she could. Thoughts of her crush on Corey Haim from her youth, an older neighbor, anyone and anything she had been attracted too in her life began to run through her mind. It wasn't enough. The rain and the dingy motel room had left her full of sexual energy but unable to bring herself off. She exited the shower many times hornier than she had been when she entered.
"Damnit..." she quietly cursed to herself. Closing her eyes, she tried to collect herself. When she opened them, she noticed the steamy bathroom had changed since she entered.
She looked to the towel rack and saw there were no towels. She looked to the ground where her wet clothes had once laid. Only her wet panties remained...
Panic began to build. She tried to remember if she had forgotten her clothes outside the door. Indeed, she had stripped in the bathroom.
"Derrick.." she called out. What had he done? lesbian kiss The only plausible way her clothes and the extra towel had been removed is if...Derrick had sneaked into the bathroom and taken them off the floor. "Derrick...Derrick this isn't funny." she called out again. There was no answer. She began to use a small washcloth to dry herself off. She brushed her hair and waited, irrationally hoping her clothes, or a way for her to cover herself, would become apparent.
"Derrick?" she called out. Had he left the room? Was this some teenage prank? She ran her hands through her slick hair. She put on her wet panties. She covered her breasts with her hands and opened the bathroom door, looking out into the room. It was dark and silent, it appeared Derrick was gone.
She called out again, "Derrick, are you there?" She opened the door and walked into the dark room, covering herself. Suddenly, the light flickered on.
Derrick was standing there, in all his athletic glory, wearing the small towel. He looked over her body from top to bottom, resting his eyes on the crossed arms over her chest.
Derrick stood silent for a moment, then smiled, "What's wrong? Missing something?"
Her previous arousal didn't allow her to be angered at the situation or his childish act. In fact, she gave a sly smile to hide her growing anxiety.
"You need to give me back my clothes."
When he did not respond, she walked over to him, trying to present herself as a confident authority figure. She stood her ground next to him, feeling chill as her wet body adjusted to the asian lesbians temperature of the room. The drumbeat of the rain fell hard on the roof of the motel.
He stood, inches from her face, "I don't mean to be a jerk it's just...I've seen you before at games and never knew who you were...I didn't know you were the woman I stared at on the sidelines. I hoped I would get a chance to meet you someday and, the ride down here was so amazing..."
"Sssshhhh," she said, still smiling, "You're taking advantage of the situation."
He raised his hands and gave an innocent look, "No, it's not that, I don't want anything perverted...well, not too perverted."
She giggled. It was hard to be offended by such an honest young man, even if his prank was rather childish.
"What's it going to take to get my clothes back?" she asked. The low light of the motel table lamp gave a warm, orange glow to the room.
He licked his lips and continued to grin, "Alright, first what's your maiden name?"
She gave him a confused look, "Peterson, why?"
He cocked his head, "Alright. Let me look at you, arms down. Then, you give me two minutes where I can look at you and you're just Trista Peterson. Just two minutes, just let me look at you and kiss you, deep. I want just one kiss. After the time is up, you go back to being Trista Summers the rest of your life."
Being Trista Peterson again...the idea lighted a fire inside of her. Here she was, at the cusp of middle age and about to lose her taut body, and struggling with her husband. Now, she was in a motel room hundreds of miles away from anyone she knew. One of the most attractive men she had ever met, a young man who could have any woman he wanted, was offering her one last chance at harmless thrill. However, she did truly love her husband and was married to him for the rest of her life, regardless of the ideas Derrick was putting in her head. And, she was a responsible adult who knew more than enough about dealing with youthful vigor. She had to put a stop to the situation and go to sleep.
"We can't. I'm a married woman and this is not appropriate, I'm a teacher in your school district and disney lesbian toons I could lose my job. Don't ruin how nice this trip has been, I can't, I just....can't."
A look of disappointment washed across his face. He looked away from her and her eyes immediately moved to his chiseled torso. She naked lesbians wanted to drink him in as long as she had the chance. He nodded, "Sure, I understand. I had to take a shot, cheerleader lesbians having sex I'm sorry if I hurt you."
She was touched by his lesbian pics self control and gentlemanly concern. He turned to the motel closet and opened the door. He retrieved the towel and her wet clothes and placed them on the bed. She carefully picked up her bra, turned so he could not see her nude body, and placed her bra on her shoulders.
"You know, if I was your husband," he said in a low voice thick with sincerity, "I would tell you that you were the prettiest woman in the lesbian orgasm world, every single day. Every morning and night."