I work at a sports physiotherapy clinic and one of my colleagues is a woman named Naomi. She is sneaky hot. Athletic and pert with a tight body, she's in her mid-to-late thirties. She is also married with a kid. I've always had a little thing for her, but unfortunately, this true story is not about me and her. It's the next best thing.
Earlier this summer, I stopped by the clinic early on a Sunday morning just to pick something up. I was off that day, and we don't usually open on Sundays until eleven, so I simply assumed nobody would be there. Our clinic is in a large warehouse loft space, and I let myself in with a key. The first thing I noticed was the lights were on, but after taking a few steps inside, I heard something and there was no mistaking what it was.
A woman's moans were echoing from another part of the building, and my stomach immediately dropped. Part of me said, "Get the hell out of there," but curiosity overtook me.
Following the sounds, I crept through the gym area to a corridor where the physio rooms are. The rooms all have glass walls but are shielded from the inside with Venetian blinds. Through the gaps in one of them, I could tell that two people were in the midst of sex on a physio table. I got as close as I could on the far side to peer through the cracks in the blinds, and what I saw almost made my knees buckle.
I had a perfect side-angle view of Naomi reclined on the table with her legs up near her shoulders. Standing over her, fucking her, was one of her clients, this guy named Julian, who used to be a professional cyclist. I was instantly turned on beyond belief by this stud ex-athlete fucking a hot, married woman. It crossed my mind to try and record it with my phone, but I was honestly too stunned to move.