Athletic Swim Supporter & The Sports Physician

I had to show up at the University about 2 weeks before my first freshman semester to be given a pre-physical as a prerequisite for joining the team. I was expecting the physician would be some male, similar to our family doctor.  Much to my surprise, when I showed up, the University's sports physician turned out to be a middle aged woman. There was something about her that really captivated me. She had somewhat short dark reddish brown hair, with a nice waviness to it. She had matching eyebrows which lay nicely above her piercing blue eyes, and her smile of straight white teeth which seemed to give her eyes an added twinkle, and an Irish look to it. After all, she was Irish, especially given her name. Never knew for sure if she was married or not. She appeared to have nice average size breasts, from what I could tell from over her coat. If I hadn't been so nervous, I think I would have had an erection. She was wearing a white coat with a black top and skirt, and a stethoscope around her neck. The exam room seemed small. The exam table was diagonally positioned from one corner, and her desk toward the opposite corner with a counter next to it running along the wall to a small sink at the end. Above it were cabinets and below the counter were drawers and a cabinet too. She offered me a seat on a chair that was against the wall, as she sat in her office chair. She grabbed a brand new manila folder from a pile of new ones that were stacked on the side of her desk, and some 2 page form which seemed to have a checklist for things. She proceeded to ask me all kinds of questions about my health history, my parents health history and my health related habits. When we were finished she said "Okay. Why don't you strip off your shirt, shorts, and socks and have a seat up on the exam table." While I undressed, she sat at her desk with her back to me, writing stuff. I began with my socks and sneakers while I was still sitting in the chair. Then I lifted my tee shirt over my head and went to set it on the chair as I stood up. Once I stood up I pulled down my shorts, and as I looked at the white briefs that remained on my body, I was becoming slightly self conscious that she was going to turn around and see me like this. I thought it was no big deal as I wasn't showing off any more than a swimsuit would allow. Yet this was bright white underwear, and I was just thankful it didn't have any stains. About a minute after I hopped up on the table, she got up and walked over to me. The first thing she did was take my blood pressure, asking me to relax my arm as she did so, resting it against her. I could swear a part of my arm was being pressed against some part of her breast, but I dare not look and instead just tried to think of anything else. After a basic normal 120/80 or thereabouts, she began auscultating my upper chest and back, telling me to take deep breaths as she would re-position her stethoscope to various points. After going through the HEENT portion of the exam, she asked me to lie back on the table. And as I did, she pulled an extension  out at the end of the table for me to rest my lower legs and feet on.  I began to feel excited, a bit anxious. There I was, lying on a table in just my briefs as I'm being examined by a woman doctor for the first time. And one that I found attractive at that. I felt a strange sense of vulnerability about my body, as she was fully in charge, with me doing everything she was commanding. How long would I be lying there, until the point where she'd have me stand up and tell me to "drop your pants/shorts/undies please", as the male family doctor always had me do every year, before checking me for hernia. I wondered in anticipation what word she would use to describe my underwear? "Briefs", "Undies", "Shorts" something else? Turned out to be neither. As I lay there, she auscultated further and lower down my chest, telling me to take deep breaths again. She began to palpate me in various sections of my abdomen. Liver, spleen, etc. I felt as if my bulge were on display, and as she continued to touch me, getting closer and closer to my genital area, I began to get aroused. I stared at the ceiling, only feeling, not seeing what was happening. Feeling self conscious, I thought she may have the bulge in my briefs in her constant field of vision as she was examining me, and I could feel my cock starting to get firm just a bit.  Then came something I didn't expect and hadn't experienced before. As I continued to stare at the ceiling, suddenly, I felt her fingers curling against my waist as she had grabbed hold of the waistband of my briefs and she slid them down, exposing me. I felt her hand slide under my bottom to help raise me up just enough so the back half would slide down as well. The family doctor always had me standing for this, having me lower my own undies. And here I was, still on the table, lying there and feeling vulnerable. Before I knew it, I could feel her finger up my inguinal canal, as she asked me to cough. As the doctor always asked me to turn my head, I felt I had to turn my head this time too. Only when I did so as I coughed, it must have messed something up, as she left her finger there and said "Again" as if she couldn't tell the 1st time if all was okay. With my head still turned, she checked the other side, and I coughed again. I thought that was it and my briefs were going to come right back up after that, like with the family doctor. Not the case. Suddenly, I felt my left testicle being lightly squeezed and moved around a bit between her fingers. The sensitive nerve endings in my scrotum made me let out a slight moan that I couldn't control. and I think my body jerked a little. As she started to do the same with the right testicle, she paused and asked me "Is there pain when I touch here?" , as her fingers reverted back to the left one, giving it an encore gentle squeeze and slight roll. To try to be respectful, I felt I had to turn my head to look at her when I responded with "No" in a quiet whisper. My eyes met hers, which seemed to have some glow or gleam about them. At the same time, I could feel the blood had rushed to my penis, and I could feel my cock shoot up into a full erection. When her fingers resumed on my right testicle, I let out an uncontrollable moan again. She asked again if I felt any pain, as she seemed to keep on squeezing and rolling to see. Dare I say she didn't notice my erection as when I looked back at her to reply, not only was she looking to me for my reaction, but again her eyes met mine. Only this time she seemed to be smiling. I think she knew what the moaning really meant. "Pleasureful?" she asked as if just checking to understand as she continued to feel. I barely nodded, having become too embarrassed to say "yes", much less even speak anymore as my eyes returned to looking at the ceiling. My erection was so hard and strong that I could feel it had elevated off from resting on my body, though no more than a 45 degree angle pointed towards my head. She literally had me by the balls and I felt a warm feeling of ecstasy come over me. As she went to slide my briefs back up, an involuntary reaction had me raise my hips just enough that the rear side would slide up. I could feel her stretching the waistband to get it up over my raging erection that was pointed slightly to my right. Once she had the briefs covering it, I could feel her finger or two push down on it over the brief, as if to push it down just a bit to help the briefs to contain it. The feeling of lying on the table, bulging in my briefs, knowing that she can see it and knows she's the cause made me feel extremely awkward, but at the same time, horny on a level like I had never felt before. I can hardly recall whatever she checked to conclude the physical after that. Maybe my reflexes and an examination of my feet. I know she didn't do anything rectal, because no doubt I would have recalled that. But my mind had gone to another place, and I couldn't wait to get home fast enough and masturbate to what I just experienced. And sure enough, when I got home, I went right to my bedroom, stripped off everything but my briefs as fast as I could, and lay down on my bed, trying to re-enact what had just happened. I can't recall my erection ever dying down completely between the time I left the University and the time I reached home. I was trying to feel my balls as she did, and when my cock got so hard that I felt it couldn't get any harder, I started stroking it. I must have cum in less than 30 seconds. The first 2 spurts shot so far as to reach even with, and beyond my nipples to my upper chest, not quite to my neck. Though some of the hot semen worked it's way down the slope from my upper chest to it. My balls must have started manufacturing the semen from the time she first touched them until now, hence the heat and the distance. Less than 2 weeks later, and right before our 1st practice, the swimmers had to report to her for their swim suits for both matches and practices. I thought this was kind of odd, because I really didn't think all that much about the fact that the term used in the notification was "swim gear". So I thought, okay, goggles AND a swim suit. But why is it the school's sports PHYSICIAN is handling this, and not, say, the coach ? Well I got my answer when I showed up to be "fitted". In her office / exam room now, the exam bed had been pushed against the wall, to make room for all the boxes that lay on the floor. There were swim suits for both matches and practices in various sizes. The red suits with 2 gold stripes on each side were for matches, while the plain red suits with no stripes were for practices.  Then there were some small rectangular unlabeled (except for sizes) cardboard boxes stacked up on the counter in 4 stacks for the various sizes. S, M, L, XL. Inside them, THAT was what we were REALLY there to be fitted for.... With a line outside in the hall, we waited our turn. One by one, we went in as one guy came out.  When I went inside, a really strange feeling came over me. I knew I was attracted to her, and that she was this authority figure who seemed to have complete command over me and my horny body. This time, she was not wearing a white coat, but had on a turquoise blouse that seemed to make her eyes lean more toward that color than the blue I had noted on my previous visit. Still in my clothes, she brought a tape measure over and asked me if I knew what size I normally wear for swim suits and underwear.  I told her as she measured my waist. Then not seeing it coming, she said "Alright, if you can remove your pants and undies, let's get you fitted for the proper size athletic swim supporter." Huh? I had worn a jockstrap in high school for gym class, and back then, I had been too awkward and shy to let myself be seen wearing it. To me, it had looked and felt more like sexy male lingerie. And so I always wore briefs over it. I never showered in high school, as a shy and awkward me had always wanted to keep my private areas...well private.  AND NOW I WAS GOING TO BE STANDING IN FRONT OF HER WITH ONE ON ?     As I undressed, I didn't "bone up" right away, as all that awkwardness I had felt in high school seemed to come back in a single split moment. I think I would have rather been seen nude by her than in this embarrassing undergarment. I mean, I had never even let my mom or dad see me wearing my "athletic supporter" as my mom called it when she gave it to me. And now, I'm in this situation where I cannot escape, and it feels like the most embarrassing moment of my life is about to happen. And there's nothing I can do about it - I'm trapped ! As I was removing my briefs, she had gone to the counter and grabbed one of the plain boxes with a M marked on it. In high school, I had worn a size small, but it had actually gotten "smalI" on me and I was too embarrassed to ask my mom to go out and buy me a larger size. I was guessing these were a generic brand, supplied or made for the school in bulk. And that perhaps a big box that contained all these little boxes may have had a brand on it, but it wasn't around and I never saw it. Taking one out of a box marked "M", she said "Here, try this one, and let's see how it fits." as she handed to me smiling, with those blue eyes having that glow to them again. Oh my God. She said "Let's SEE" ! I began trembling as I slid it up to my genitals, feeling I was on stage with bright lights on me, even though there were no bright lights, Just the ordinary bulbs in the ceiling, and one of them was burnt out and needed to be replaced. But I felt a brightness from her eyes. And her smile, though meant to be naturally pleasant, was making me feel as embarrassed as I could feel. I could feel a warmth on my embarrassed face, suspecting it must have been blushing red at that point. I slid the pouch, straps, and waistband into position, as she stood about 2 feet away from me. Feeling tempted to cover up with my hands but knowing she was there to inspect, I locked my hands behind my back, as if to show she had free reign to inspect as she felt she needed. I tried to stand as straight as I could. To my surprise, she began squeezing on the bottom of my pouch, asking me if it was too tight. My instant reflex caused me to bend forward a bit, especially as I had been taken by surprise that she would actually touch me over it. It caused us both to say "sorry" at the same time, as our eyes locked again. She was smiling a bit and her "turquoise" eyes seemed to twinkle. In my mind, I was feeling and believing that she liked me, and being in this situation of dominance with me. At the same time, my genitals were enjoying the feeling of being cradled inside this pouch, and my cock began to harden and enjoy itself rubbing against it, partially in response to her having felt up my balls in it. But I never achieved a full erection, as if the tight brand new pouch were holding it back from growing fully.  But there I was, standing before another individual for the 1st time in a jockstrap, with a semi bulge. How I couldn't wait to get home from school and masturbate to this milestone encounter !  But I had to go through my 1st swim practice first, before doing so. I so wished I could have skipped it. The time on the clock could not go fast enough. I tried not to think about it because I didn't want to bone up in front of the coach and/or the other swimmers. But the "athletic swim supporter" alone under my suit was enough to make me horny. I guess it's true what they say about the jock's effects of bringing your balls closer to your body, thereby boosting your testosterone and making you more horny. Somehow I managed. I guess I successfully converted my sex drive into energy to swim laps. It worked as a temporary cure, but once I was free and on my way home, that state of horny was right back there. But in between, I had to go to the locker room and change out of my wet swim suit.....AND my wet "athletic swim supporter". Well, the physician had broken the ice of no one ever having seen me in a jock before, so it wasn't as bad as I thought. I had kept a towel around me as I faced my locker. Quickly, I dropped everything at once, grabbed my underwear, and quickly hiked it up. I don't even think I was fully dry but I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of there. I had business to take care of. I figured I'd just shower when I got home. I was still awkward to be seen nude in front of the other guys, and didn't want to waste time. As far as I was concerned, 2 good reasons not to shower. When I reached home, I wanted to put my new jock back on, feel myself the way the physician did, and beyond, imagining that she went beyond. I had my wet swim gear in a plastic bag, so it was still wet. I took the jock into the bathroom and applied a hairdryer to it at the highest temperature I could. Then it was just a matter of lying down and pleasuring myself again. I began by standing, stripping off my clothes, just as I had done in her office / exam room. I put on the now dried jock and stood there with my hands behind my back, imagining her light turquoise blue eyes staring at me and smiling again as she inspected the fit, though a little more of a suggestive smile now. My cock got so hard instantly, and I rubbed and squeezed my pouch briefly before throwing myself on the bed, lowering the jock to just below my balls, and jacking off at an unusually fast pace for me. I must have cum within less than 20 seconds. Tired from swimming, I passed out for about almost an hour shortly after. As soon as I woke up and felt my jock still on me, just below my balls, I started feeling my jock, then my balls, then my cock as it was hardening again. I started jacking myself again. This time, it took a few more minutes until I shot another "healthy" load. As I got up and went about my business, I recalled that she reminded me that I would have to see her again in February. When I gave her a puzzled look, she had explained that because of the impact with which we hit the water (right away I was thinking she's going to inspect my balls twice a year in the same way she did the 1st time - I am staying on the swim team until I graduate - maybe come back as a graduate if they have a graduate swim team, or so raced my horny mind), and all the other movements regarding how swimming can be "highly taxing" on our bodies (yeah, whatever). February couldn't come soon enough, though I "came" plenty of times in the meantime. When February finally arrived, I was surprised the check up was scheduled prior to a practice. During that month, a few swimmers would be scheduled for a check up each week before that day's practice, as too many at one time would have taken too long. I think it was done alphabetically, so I was scheduled for the 2nd group/week. We were told in advanced to change into our swim gear 1st so we'd be ready to join practice immediately afterward. When I got there, she was wearing her white coat over what looked like the same turquoise blouse as last time.  "Okay, why don't you strip off your swim suit, you can leave your swim supporter on, and have a seat up on the table".  She sat at her desk with her back to me, asking me questions, like if I noticed any changes or experienced any pain since the start of the school year. I hadn't. After a couple more health questions and writing at her desk, she got up and came over. She went through all of the normal things she did the last time, and then asked me to lie back on the table. The whole time I tried to think of anything else but my attraction for her, being exposed in my swim supporter in front of her, etc. so I wouldn't get hard.  But when I lay back on the table, I began to feel so vulnerable and exposed again that I could feel my cock want to grow. Thankfully she turned her back briefly to go over to the counter, giving me a chance to adjust the pouch and my cock a little to allow it room to grow so it wouldn't feel all bent up.  She came back over, went through the final auscultations and palpating. And then came the moment I was anticipating but trying so hard not to think about. As I stared at the ceiling, I could feel her fingers on my waist, wrapping themselves around the waistband, as I felt the thin, 1" waistband of my jock leaving my body. My cock immediately sprung hard to an erection, and I could feel it slightly elevate off of my waist. A part of me felt so embarrassed to be so hard in front of her. (Yet I was embarrassed when my cock was small in front of her while I was being "fitted" for the swim supporter a few months ago.)  Another part of me wanted so badly for HER to just stroke me right then and there.  The command to "cough" while she checked for hernia excited me, as her dominance and my submission was playing out. I felt so horny, and she hadn't even gotten to examining my balls yet. When she finally did, I couldn't help the quiet moaning. I tried to minimize how audible, but she could hear it nonetheless. Once again, probably just "doing her job", she asked if it hurt when she was squeezing or whatever. I looked at her to softly say "no", noticing her turquoise collar over the collar of her white coat, matching her glowing eyes while she politely and professionally smiled. At least, the smile seemed that way, telling my mind that she was not going to bring me any relief and jack me off. Not that I was expecting her to. When she went to slide the jock back up over my cock, I felt the same pushing down as she had done the last time, one or two fingers from outside the pouch pushing my cock slightly down to help the waistband contain it. I think part of the waistband couldn't really make complete contact with my waist, as my bulge was holding it up. For a minute, I thought she might offer me a supporter the next size larger if she saw my erection couldn't fit properly back inside. And IF she still had the stock handy.  When she had finished, I hopped off the table and proceeded to put my swim suit back on. As I slid it up and over my bulging jockstrap, I could see that my swim suit was still revealing this bulge. I knew that once we were finished, I would have to immediately go to the bathroom in the locker room area until it subsided, before joining the team and practice already in session. I couldn't bear to have the coach or swimmers see me, KNOWING where I had just come from. Fortunately only a minute or two later, and I was ready to go out there. Oh !, but I couldn't wait for practice to finish so I could get back home and masturbate to that experience. Which I wound up doing a few times in succession. I remained on the swim team until I graduated college. And so I was always looking forward to that semi annual visit with her. It was always the same every time. It never got old for me. I would always go back home after that day's swim practice, re-enact the exam in my jockstrap, touching myself similarly to the way she did. Only imagining one step further: imagining her whispering in my ear if I "needed" relief, then jacking myself off, imagining it was her doing the honors. She had begun doing extracurricular work, giving seminars on the health pros and cons of energy drinks and related topics. I would attend each of these seminars, not only to see her standing at a podium under the lights, usually in some shade of blue attire. But for something even more special.  After each presentation she gave, she would be greeting attendees in the back. I would always make it a point to go over to her and compliment her on her presentation. Though I couldn't go into a deep conversation about it, as my mind would drift elsewhere during the presentation while she had been speaking. She would smile, thanking me for having attended. Through her smile, I thought I might have been able to detect something deeper... When she looked at me with those eyes, I could feel an awkward sense that her smiling look was conveying that she knew she aroused me, as there was vivid proof with my erections that could not be denied. But I would ultimately reason with myself that I thought it was all in my head. Or was it? Nonetheless, I would always go home from those seminars and masturbate, thinking of the smiling look she gave me with those gleaming eyes. Was she smiling because she was enjoying what she was doing to me? Was she smiling because she knew she was bringing me pleasure?   After graduating, I returned to the University for the 10 year reunion. There was to be a cocktail reception on the Friday night at a nearby hotel which offered a discount to alumni coming in from out of state (including me). Then there was to be a dinner in the school gymnasium on the Saturday night, with a few bullshit activities scheduled during the day which I was not interested in. I was surprised to see that she had shown up at the cocktail reception. She had moved on from being the University's sports physician, and had branched out to being on some advisory board, and was doing something with sports related medicine.  It was impossible to process what she was describing to me as she was telling me about all this, as my mind was overtaken with her graceful aging. Her hair had become lighter, a tad more on the orange side. She had a light blue blouse and blazer with a modestly plunging neckline, but not far enough to see her cleavage. Her eyes seemed to have become a lighter blue, as if to match her outfit. And the two rows of pearl necklace that went nicely around her neck seemed a beautiful complement to her light pinkish skin.   Taking all night and a few cocktails to seemingly get up the nerve, I finally asked her if she would like to go out somewhere with me as the reception was winding down. Since it was winding down, I had the urgent feeling of the "now or never' scenario.  Her response was something I certainly did not see coming. "Ah, I'm not up to going out. I'm feeling a bit tired. But you can come up to my room with me if you want.", as she smiled with those twinkling eyes. Are you kidding me ! No amount of drinks I could have consumed could have stopped me from trembling at the sound of this offer. I could feel my eyes open wide as I accepted. I thought I was going to make the elevator shake with all of the uncontrollable trembling I was doing. Once inside her room, there was a bottle of red wine on the table. If I were going to be good for anything, it was having a corkscrew on my Swiss army knife combo in my pocket. Every once in a while, it comes in handy. Thus do I. We sat in the 2 chairs at the table enjoying the wine and chatting. My mind was struggling to pay attention to what she was saying. As I felt a rush from being in her room, I wondered nervously what was going to happen. Was she feeling tipsy and that might lead to us having sex? And how to approach that? I didn't have a condom on me. Could I manage an erection with all of my anxiety? But I've always dreamed of seeing her body ! Even now, 10 years later, it would be an understatement to say that I would have welcomed the sight. The conversation somehow led to her asking me if I were still doing any competitive swimming or participating in other sports, and if I had been having regular physicals. I felt scared to admit that I didn't even have a primary care physician, as I felt I was in perfect health, never getting sick, not getting injured nor having any apparent medical issues to have a "need" to see a doctor. And of course came a lecture on how I needed to be checked out annually. I felt compelled to go into ass-kissing mode and nod and respond with "yes" and "okay".  Then came a moment where I just totally froze. "I thought you liked getting physicals. Was there something so terrible when I was examining you?" With that, we both smiled. I stuttered to get out "No. I actually liked... I miss you". or something like that. However it did come out, I was sure it was all wrong. For she had clearly caught me in an unguarded moment, combined with lowered inhibition from the alcohol, no doubt.  To this day, I can't actually believe what happened next. "Would you like me to give you a quickie exam?", smiling at me WHAT ??????!!!!!!!!!! (what the hell is a "quickie exam" ?) There was no sign of any stethoscope or blood pressure measuring device, unless she had it packed in her bag or something. She must have sensed something within me that I wanted it ! Did this have anything to do with all those erections she had seen that she apparently had caused me?    Before I could respond, she said "Why don't you take your pants off and hop up on the bed." My heart was RACING. Underneath my pants, I was wearing a turquoise jockstrap that I was wearing in honor of my fond memories of her at the University. Well, particularly when she wore turquoise, seemingly influencing her eyes to match. I had bought it with a matching swim suit that I had packed to bring with me, in case I had an opportunity to use the hotel pool. I had had no idea she would be here at the reunion. I was thinking it would be mostly just pretty much alumni. Although I guess I had hopes I might see her around the University, not having realized she no longer worked there. And now I was about to reveal to her the turquoise jockstrap I was wearing under my pants. I felt a rush, perhaps from anxiety. I felt embarrassed. I felt excited. I began to feel a bit weak. I wasn't prepared for this at all. And here I was, stripping off my pants, about to reveal what I had been wearing underneath. "Should I take off my shirt too", or did I say "Do you want me (to take off my shirt too)?". "If you want" she replied. I figured since she seemed to want to examine me, that I should remove it as well. And so I did. As I hopped up on the bed, she got up from the chair. She put one hand on the center of my chest, and the other on gently on my back, as if to guide me to lie back, as she said "Lie back for me, will ya".  Then, apparently having taken notice of my jock, said "Ooh. Very nice. Nice color. May I feel it?" I nodded and began to breathe a little heavily. She was asking me for permission ????? I stared at the ceiling, feeling the exploration of her hand over my jock. The sensation of her feeling me up in this "all alone private setting" made the blood in my body race with excitement all over. I felt I was starting to get an erection.  As I felt her hand running over the bottom of my pouch, over my balls, she asked me "How have the boys been?" I looked over at her, as she was again smiling at me with those gleaming eyes. I had never heard anyone refer to my balls as "the boys" before. She was behaving differently from the professionalism I was used to from her. But now we had both moved on, no longer having that doctor/patient relationship. And I knew she knew the effect she had on me. The question was what was she now about to do, here in a different setting, under different circumstances. "Mind if I have a look?" Mind ? MIND ! Are you kidding me? It felt as though I could only open my mouth and take in air before the inevitable nervous exhale, accompanied by trembling. I went to nod, though that would have technically meant "yes, I do mind". I could feel she had hold of my jockstrap's waistband. She was about to once again expose me unto herself.  But this time on her hotel bed ! My instant reflex was to raise my bum just enough to allow her to slide the jock down. No hernia check. Just right to gently squeezing and moving my balls around a bit in my scrotum. My cock shot up into a full erection. "Experiencing any problems?" she asked, as all I could muster for any kind of response was to gulp a breath of air as I felt my mouth go dry. I could feel my whole scrotum fall into the palm of her hand. I let out an uncontrollable moan, feeling a bit more liberated as I did so. After all, we were all alone in a hotel room. Then I felt her other hand wrap itself around my erect cock ! Again, I took another gulp of air. She began stroking me. It seemed like I was letting out a moan at almost every stroke. She was using a pace similar to what I typically used on myself, neither too fast nor too slow. Why was she doing this? Did she think I had it all pent up inside me for so long, and now was the time and the opportunity to finally assist me in releasing it ? Was this a reward for my erections having been a compliment to her back then ?  All the possible reasons raced through my head as she was jacking me. I wasn't sure how long I could hold out before finally exploding. It was probably several minutes, though I could have no track of time.   Finally I came, and came hard. The 1st 2 or 3 spurts had managed to hit my upper chest, with the several spurts that followed landing all around my navel. She carefully aimed it so it wouldn't get on the bed, though I could feel some of it start rolling down my side. She said "Hold on - I'll get a towel" as she ran to the bathroom, seemingly unprepared that I was going to shoot a load. Making it feel more spontaneous than premeditated, which was exactly the case. She returned with a white wash clothed that she had wet with warm water, and some tissues I could hear her yank from a box. She cleaned me up, much like a masseuse would after a happy ending. Though this seemed like more than a happy ending. I felt a special bond with her in the moment. After she cleaned me up, I felt like I should get dressed and go, so she could get to sleep at a decent hour. After all, she said earlier that she was too tired to go out.  Sex didn't seem a possibility. She had stayed dressed the whole time, AND I had just shot a load.  As I was leaving, I asked her if she wanted to go swimming in the hotel pool either tomorrow night after the dinner, or possibly in the daytime. She said she had made plans for the daytime, but "After the dinner, if it's still open, sure". At the dinner, I sat with fellow alumni I knew, while she sat with faculty, a mix of past and present. By the time we headed back to the hotel, there was still about an hour and a half left with to go in the pool. I was excited to see what kind of swim suit she would be wearing. Would it be a shade of blue? Was it going to reveal some cleavage? Though her blouses came to a slightly plunging "v" revealing some skin, I never really got to see any cleavage from her. True to her word, she met me there. I had gotten there first and was already in the pool when she arrived. She was wearing a black one piece swim suit with not really any cleavage. Though I did get to see protruding nipples from under it once it got wet. If only we were skinny dipping ! Thankfully, we had the pool to ourselves with no one else around. When she came in the pool, she noticed my turquoise swim suit, complimented me on it  "Very nice. I bet I know what's underneath" with a wink and a smile. This is the first time I could ever recall her winking at me. Horny and hopeful as I was, I replied "Want to take a peek and see?"    With that, she came close to me in the water, grabbed hold of my swim trunks, pulling them away from my body to briefly look down and inside at my turquoise jockstrap, with an "Uh huh" as she smiled and gave me a mild smack on my ass as she let go of the waistband.  Once again, feeling her dominance establish itself as she took the liberty of grabbing the waistband of my swimsuit to peek at the underneath. I was in ecstasy, wondering where the night would lead after we got out of the pool. I was several shades of excitement. Was she going to invite me back to her room again? Should I offer to have her come to MY room this time ? Would we actually get intimate? Were we going to have sex this time? Was she going to jack me off again?  Unfortunately, save for a hug after we got out of the pool, that was the last she would be touching me. As it drew very close to closing time for the pool, she said that she had to go. That she would take a shower and get to bed because she had an early flight to catch the next morning. With that, we both got out of the pool, and with the towel wrapped around her, gave me a parting hug. When I got back to my room, I wanted to jack off, thinking about those protruding  nipples under her swim suit, her peeking under my swim suit, and the magnificent time I / we had the night before.  But I was overcome with disappointment that she didn't want to do anything after the pool. I became bummed out, thinking I may never see her again, and that an opportunity was not happening which I had very much wanted, and I guess I have to admit, sort of anticipated. For I had thought the special bond I felt the night before would somehow continue to flourish. And that the feeling might have been mutual with her. When I got to the airport around mid morning for my later flight, she was already gone. A sense of depression came over me. It was over. I probably would never see her again. And now I was to be headed back to the same old, same old. But at least I have all the fond memories, any time my mind decides to let them surface.