Thoughts of her long, lean woman’s body seldom strayed far from my consciousness.But not tonight.After tonight’s game, we’d be flying into Atlan...ta in the wee hours. The team would be lucky to be checked into a downtown hotel and bedded down by 2:30 a.m. I would be with the others. I had no permission to leave the club until noon the next day, and we’d all report for game one at 4:30 in the afternoon.My roomie was already asleep when I went into the hotel room’s bathroom, closed the door, and. Barely covering her bra and panties. Jimmy would yell “Ma! Axle is here!” or something along those lines at her. But she’d just blow him off, but every once I a while she’d give me this look. I used to think it was the “I know what you're up to” look.Axle was my nickname. Mrs. T dubbed me that one night, after a crazy block party. My dad was a little drunk, and slurred out that I could be a little asshole at times. But when he said it, all anyone heard was, little Axle. So Mrs. T took to it,. One in particular, a young woman, stopped and stared with interest. Her blue eyes were staring at the instructors body, how his movements were so clean and precise. She noticed how his eyes seemed to be full of concentration and she admired his efforts. It was clear that she was admiring the body she could vaguely see underneath his white fabric, imaging the clothes pooled at the ground as he was walking towards her. She needed a good, long, hot fuck and she now had her eyes set on him. Sweat. "Who where you looking for Santa?" she said. She pointed to my Santa costume. "Mmmm. Mrs. Claus. Anita Claus." I said. "That me silly. You don't recognize your own wife. Mrs. Claus. Ha Ha Ha! Only k**ding.. Have you been drinking? Who sent you? What your name?" she said. "Mmmm..Buck Kelly..." was all I could say. I was starting to smell her sweet perfume. She moved her hands to her small hips. She had such a round hour glass figure. She was round on top. Slim in the middle. Then round on the.