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I love my coach
I have had a thing for one of my coaches for a long time, The other day I finally acted on it and it worked out so much better than anticipated, I spent hours at home coming up with the perfect outfit and sprung my trap the next day. After practice I went to his office limping and told him my ankle hurt.
I sat down, and lifted my foot and I could feel the cool breeze up the leg of my shorts and I knew he had a full on stright in view of my **, I watched his bulge in his pants grow as he checked my ankle then when he went to get me an ankle support I adjusted my shorts even more and he sat down, Lifted my foot and put it on his lap, Held my foot and carefully slid the ankle support on, I watched as he pretended not to be looking at my ** and he was so nervous.
As he asked if it felt better I reached down and touched myself then looked at him and said "Coach *****" He instantly started appologizing and I still had my leg on his lap and he went to stand up, i winced in fake pain and he aplogized.
I looked at him and said "Relax...It's a **, You're married and have kids, You have seen them before", He explained why it was wrong to see mine and I said "Well, It's too late now, You already seen it and I don't care so...", He looked at me and said "You don't care if I see it?", I scoffed and said "No, Whatever, It's a **, Every girl has one and like I said I am sure you have seen lots". He looked at me and gently put my foot down, I left with my fake limp and the next day went back to see him telling him I couldn't get the ankle support on by myself. I had a skirt on and when he lifted my right leg onto his lap I lifted my left one and put it on the back of his chair, he looked right in and said "Stacy...No", I said "Just take a look and get it out of the way so it's not awkward anymore" He stared and I reached down, started rubbing it and 15 minutes later I was bent over the desk panting and gasping for air after my first ** with a helper and he stood behind me pumping his load into me and thumb rubbing my ** hole.
So many better days to come.
This is why I'm not a teacher. My attractions are not appropriate.
I swear, just putting teen ** in front of a make teacher is all they need to get driven to ** it.
I agree with other commenter, he probably ** every athletic ** campus now. Goes home to his wife with empty ** and a head full of good memories.
Ooooh, you got him hooked now. He's gonna be blowing loads in every freshman track and cheerleading class he coaches. Good on you, tbh, it'll probably make him a better coach - letting out some of his frustrations with his girls by roughing them up in the bedroom (and office, apparently ;) )
Sounds like you took lessons from my wife
You stupid girl!