I estimated her to be between 40 and 45 years old. She had her eyes closed, a headset on and stroked her big boobs slowly and with a lot of feeling. I didn't know how to react and just stopped and watched the lascivious activity of this dream woman. How sensitive and yet demanding she massaged her tits drew me into her spell. Of course, within a few moments I had a mighty stand in my pants. This horny woman stroked herself further and now slowly slipped into her bikini panties and pulled it out slowly, while you had your eyes still closed.I now had a clear view of your bald shaved pussy. She now began to stroke herself more violently, it was already rather a strong rub and slowly she began to moan wildly. This woman was the total lust. She moaned louder and louder and then pushed two fingers into her wet crevice and began to finger herself quickly and hard. With the other hand she continued to massage her hard, swollen nipples.My cock pressed against my tight sports pants and hurt terribly, but I had to stop and see what else should happen. I was hypnotized by this horny sight.Mrs. Behrens heard now with one hand on itself to fuck, but the other massaged her powerful breasts further. With the now free hand she searched the waiting table. Then she opened her eyes and grabbed a dildo lying there on the table. But exactly in this moment she saw me.She screamed out loud "who are you? What are you doing here? Get out of here, or I'll call the police, you perverse peeping Tom. Energetically she threw the dildo after me. I stopped still totally frightened and stammered before me. "I, I, am Armand the coach of Finn and I actually only wanted to see Mrs. Behrens".The look and also the face colour of the beautiful, mature woman became friendlier again, in the meantime she had put on a bathrobe. She came up to me and said "Ah, Armand, nice to finally meet you, I am Barbara Behrens, I hope that what you have just seen will remain between us".I was still not quite in my senses and stammered again embarrassingly touched in front of me. "Yes, yes of course, sorry I am very sorry". Then Mrs Behrens said "That should be it too". I still didn't know what to say when she said "didn't you want to come by after training because of the jerseys? I answered "yes, that's true, but I thought n..." "Don't think, the jerseys aren't dried yet, you can pick them up later, you just have to come back again" she said and sent me away.

Dear readers, Thank you for purchasing my book. My name is Armand Giroud. I was born 1982 in Metz, in beautiful Lorraine. Since my childhood I write stories of all kinds. The older I got, the more I was drawn to erotic literature. To date, I have published far more than 300 erotic novels and short stories. Your Armand