The old cleaning woman, her uniform damp from the pool, watches the teen boy as he towels off, his young body glistening. She feels a familiar pang of desire, a taboo lust she's struggled to suppress. Approaching him, she runs a hand over his chest, feeling his heart race. The boy, surprised but excited, doesn't pull away. She guides his hands to her breasts, teaching him how to touch her, how to please her. He learns quickly, his fingers kneading her flesh, making her moan. She unbuttons her uniform, revealing her aged but still desirable body. The boy's eyes widen, taking in her mature curves. She takes his hand, leading him to the couch, ready to teach him everything she knows.