I’m a 29-year-old woman in the middle of a sticky divorce with a life dreadfully lacking in sex. And what were my plans for the evening?

I was going to my nephew’s hockey game. Talk about a wild life. After fighting my way through a major traffic jam on the way to the rink and arriving about 45 minutes late, I discovered that my brother, my nephew, and everyone else had already left the arena. Wandering into the locker room, I ran into Doug, the maintenance man. Doug is a strapping six-foot-four, 215-pound Adonis. I had noticed him at previous games because he always wore tight T-shirts that showcased his ample biceps. We had spoken on occasion, but had never talked at length.

At the moment he was working on the shower heads. His shirt was off, displaying a chest right out of a muscle magazine. He was tanned and glistening with sweat. “Hi,” Doug said with a gleam in his eye. I guess I’d been staring at him before he noticed me because my thoughts had already turned to mush. He told me that the game had been canceled. Then he said, “Can you hand me that towel behind you?” When I passed him the towel our hands touched, and it felt as if an electrical charge had run from his body into mine. Because it had been a while since I’d had sex, seeing this shirtless hunk was enough to get my juices flowing.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me close. “See anything you like?” he asked in a deep, husky voice.

“You could say that,” I murmured, mesmerized by his smile. He ran his hands through my thick brown curls and placed his lips on mine. Within seconds we were involved in a deep, wet kiss that sent shivers down to my crotch. I could feel myself becoming wet. He moved his hands down my body and lifted my skirt. Skillfully, his right hand invaded my thong to caress my hot box. I was flowing like a river.

His lips began working their way down my neck, nuzzling my breasts, which by now were ready for attention. He unhooked my bra and was flicking his tongue on my rock-hard nipples while still fingering my soaking-wet pussy. I was ready to explode when he pulled me down onto the shower floor. Part of me was afraid somebody might come in, which only added to my excitement. He removed my thong and began licking his way up my thighs. Spreading my legs apart, he licked my freshly shaved pussy. The feeling of his tongue on my clit sent shivers through my body. I came over and over again.

Once I regained my senses, I pulled off his pants and was delighted to find he was not wearing underwear. Doug’s pole was the biggest I’d ever seen. I began to suck his balls while I stroked his cock, then alternated between licking his balls and the end of his huge shaft. When I put my lips around him I was amazed to find I could take nearly the entire length into my mouth. Sucking this monster was enough to make me come again. When his knees started to buckle I knew he too was close to coming.

I stopped just before he came. “I haven’t been fucked in such a long time,” I said. “Fuck me hard from behind!” He pulled me to my feet. Turning me toward the wall, he inched his huge penis inside my dripping pussy. I could smell our sweat sweetly mingling with the distinctive scent of the arena. Doug reached around and pinched my erect nipples, once again sending shivers down my body. Then he turned on the shower. The feeling of his rod inside me and the warm water flowing down my back was driving me crazy. He reached a hand down and massaged my swollen clit while he pumped away. I came over and over again as he drove his huge penis deep inside me. “I want you to come all over me,” I said. He started to pump faster and deeper. Twenty minutes of heavenly fucking ended when he pulled his cock out of my trembling pussy and came all over my back.

We let the water run cold for a few minutes to cool off before we started again, this time with me on all fours. The way he pleased me was beyond words. After a couple of hours of bliss, I told my handyman that I really had to leave.

Now, whenever I go to the arena to watch my nephew play, I always stop by after the game to see how Doug is doing. The last time we were together I mentioned that the “plumbing” needed fixing in my apartment, and Doug was more than willing to help me out in that area.