He is the fittest man I have ever seen, modest, but everyone thinks he's God’s gift to ladies. I'd never seen him in anything less than his kit but he's perfect husband material; he doesn’t drink, he is fit and sensitive.

When he got back from his rugby game, stripped his kit off and went in the showers, I couldn’t help myself. I had to look through the door to see if he was in it or just getting undressed.

I stripped off and ran in; his face was priceless. He didn’t expect anything; he nearly fell over with the shock of his next-door-neighbour running in naked. Within seconds I was in the showers next to him masturbating over his perfect sculptured body.

I snatched the sponge of him and started to clean him, paying intimate attention to his privates. He stood up like a soldier waiting to go into battle. I gently caressed, kissed and stroked him. I could tell he was still in shock, but he enjoyed it. I teased and licked the head of his penis. I backed off thinking if he wanted me he would pull me close.

He pushed me over and had hot sex. He confessed that he'd always had his eyes on me, and he was going to ask me to his house later that day. I was so turned on, and so was he. I could feel his long, hard, pulsing erection inside of me His cock was enormous; it hurt when it went it all the way. It felt like he was puncturing an ovary, but it felt so good.

I could feel him getting closer to orgasm, closer to spurting his hot sticky liquids inside me. I didn’t want it to end like that; I wanted his cum all over my face. I went straight into licking his arse, he was so close, I could tell he couldn’t hold himself back. I licked his balls and deep throated his cock. He screamed in orgasm, I pulled it out my mouth, and on to my face. It was covered in white goo. I'd got what I wanted. I cleaned it off my face with my fingers, looking him in the eye as I licked them clean.

The rest of the team came back; I walked out like nothing had happened.