The Coach and the Athlete…

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The Coach and the Athlete…Over the years the September Garden party at mine has become a bit of a tradition. All the athletes that I coach are here, plus my family, and we’ve a glorious sunny Sunday afternoon for it. Barbecue and beers and music, a time to let the hair down and bring the curtain down on another long, hard season.Everyone’s here, including Jayne, who dressed in a tight fitting red floral dress and high heels, is the centre of attention as usual. I’ve only been coaching Jayne this season but she’s been the focus of the lads in the squad attention since day one. A striking young woman of 21, she has long curly strawberry blonde verging on red hair, and a quite spectacular figure. Statuesque and tall, with long, toned and strong legs that cover the ground effortlessly as she runs. Her breasts are arguably too big for any athlete, ‘thank god for sports bras’ is her usual retort when teased about them.Despite all the attention she’s garnered, not one of the lads has successfully managed a date with her and as far as they are aware she doesn’t have a bloke. She’s a feisty young woman to say the least (she has to be in our squad!) and is an expert at rebuttals, regularly putting any potential suitor in their place. It really shouldn’t happen, and I’ve certainly not tried to encourage it (I’ve enough keeping my secretary at work, Deborah, satisfied) but I suspect she has a bit of a crush on me. You know the old pupil/teacher style thing, looking up to that figure of authority – as I often catch her furtive glances at me in quieter moments. At first she’d quickly turn her head away the moment I noticed her stare, but now she quite confidently holds my eyes and smiles back at me. I’ve also noticed the odd touch from her, on my shoulder, forearm or hand creeping into our interactions. She certainly doesn’t lack any self assurance that’s for sure.And then there’s the coach athlete chats at the end of the sessions. Whilst most of the squad can’t get away quick enough come the end of training, Jayne often loiters around until everyone else has gone to have a quiet word with me. Initially the chats were all athletic related, but more recently they’ve been more general stuff and even talking about relationships, how immature the lads are, and how she ‘prefers the older man’ anyway.——————The party’s in full swing and the drinks have been flowing, so much so, we’re running out of glasses. Handing me a big tray of dirty glasses, my wife sends me to ‘clean these’ and I head back to the kitchen. I’ve just filled up the washing bowl with fairy liquid when in walks Jayne.“Hi John! Just come in to see if you need a hand.”“That’s very kind of you, thanks Jayne. I could do with a dryer!” I say, handing her a tea towel.We get to work and I can’t help but notice her beautiful figure, wrapped in the tight little halkalı escort dress. She certainly has benefited from all that running, as her legs look powerful and toned, and for once, she’s not wearing a sports bra, and to my side I sneak a glimpse of her deep cleavage thanks to the plunging neckline she’s sporting.“I should’ve mentioned it earlier, but you look stunning in that dress today, Jayne. You’ll have all the lads fighting over you!” I add.Jayne says nothing and I wonder if I’ve over stepped the mark. She turns away from me and puts the glass she’s drying on the kitchen worktop. With my hands still in the warm, soapy water of the washing up bowl, I sense Jayne move behind me.“I’m not bothered about them,” I hear her finally reply, “they’re just k**s…There’s only one person I want” she adds and at that precise moment I feel Jayne’s hands on my shoulder blades.I freeze on the spot, as her hands move round to rest on my chest, her arms encircling me in a female bear hug. Squeezing me tight, I feel Jayne’s soft, luscious breasts pressing against my back as she leans her head on my shoulder, her long, red wavy hair brushing against my face.My nostrils breathe in her scent, as I smell her perfume and feel her chest rising and falling to her deep breaths. Frozen to the spot, I gather myself and begin to say “Jayne, this isn’t right, you know we shouldn’t…”But as I’m talking, her hands are moving down towards my crotch, and before I can finish my weak protestations her fingers are tracing the outline of my now full-on erection.“Seems your cock doesn’t agree…” she says.I spin around, confused, aroused, terrified.“Jesus Jayne!” I exclaim, but all I can see are smouldering eyes, flushed cheeks, long legs and full, heaving breasts…Cock ruling head, I grab her by the hand and together we rush upstairs to the marital room, my heart beating almost through my chest, Jayne giggling and jiggling behind me.I’ve never been more aroused, but at the same time terrified. With my whole family just downstairs in the back garden, and with her being my protégé, and barely older than my own daughter, this is so wrong, but I just have to look at her again and can’t resist the temptation.“Look, we don’t have much time,” I meekly protest, but she pushes me in the chest forcefully, causing me to fall back on the bed, as she stands dominant over me.She’s quickly on the bed too. Straddling my legs, Jayne fumbles at my belt buckle and then unzips my flies and pulls frantically at my trousers. I help her pull them down to my knees, and then her attention turns to my boxer shorts. Grabbing them either side of my hips, she quickly tugs at them and whips them down my legs to also rest at my knees, leaving my cock to spring upwards to attention. taksim escort “Fuckin’ hell, John!” she grins, and I have to admit it’s done me proud on this occasion. Eyes fixed on my hardness, Jayne grabs the base of my shaft and begins to wank me. “I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long” she drools and is all I can do not to cum in the young temptresses face there and then!There’s no time to waste though, with my family all around, plus all the other party guests, anyone could walk in on us at any minute, and thankfully Jayne appreciates the urgency. Hoisting up her red floral dress to her hips, she reveals a skimpy pair of silk red panties underneath, which, she pulls to one side, as she hovers over me. Slowly she lowers her weight on me and we gasp in unison as she takes my full length inside her beautiful tight snatch for the first time, as I grip her beautiful, big arse cheeks.Looking down on me now, her long hair hangs down as she starts to gyrate her hips on top of me. The sensation of her strong thighs straddled over me, gripping my legs likes vice is thrilling, as slowly she begins to milk my cock for all it’s worth. “Fuck me Jayne” I say, helpless beneath this powerful young woman, as she has her way with me. In truth, if she didn’t look up to me as a father figure, I know she wouldn’t give me a second glance.“I’m fucking you, John, I’m fucking you!” she exclaims, as she gains momentum and her bouncing becomes more forceful. Her dress falls off at her shoulders as she continues her exertions, and hangs down on her arms and breasts, which are spilling out and too tempting to ignore. I reach up and squeeze her tits for the first time, still housed in their inadequate red bra. They’re huge, but surprisingly firm – she’s young enough for gravity to not yet taken its toll, and I gasp and utter “beautiful” in appreciation.“You like my big tits, eh John?” Jayne grins down at me, in truth more a statement than a question, before grinding a little harder on my helpless middle-aged cock.The bed is starting to creak now, and I’m petrified my wife could walk in on us at any moment, causing me to periodically check the bedroom door.“What would you do if your wife walked in on us now…?” Jayne asks, reading my mind, “would you carry on fucking me, John?”“Yes. Yes, Jayne!” “Correct answer!” she laughs and the thought seems to encourage her. Leaning forward a little more, she places her hands on my chest to give her more leverage and steps up the pace, so I feel the full weight of her athletic frame bouncing down enthusiastically on my torso and aching cock.The bed is groaning now and the headboard slamming into the wall behind it, making low, rhythmic thuds, as this young slut rides the shit out of me. I can safely say no one has ever ridden me like this before, with şişli escort this sort of enthusiasm, not even the little French whore I used to fuck.She’s grunting and gasping, her hips thrusting backwards and forwards up and down, piston-like, as I lie with my hands on her strong, toned and sun kissed thighs. Never mind my wife, I don’t think I could stop even if my daughter walked in on us now. I’d have to have this young nymph first and then deal with the consequences later.“Jayne, I’m going to cum if you don’t slow down..” I tell her, as her pelvic thrusts become almost unbearable for my over stimulated body and brain.“I want you to cum John, I want to feel you cum deep inside of me” she says, beautiful breasts bouncing and dancing in front of my grateful face.Hearing those words from this delightful young slut takes me over the edge and I feel the old familiar rush of endorphins as my orgasm suddenly hits. I groan as the first rope of cum shoots high up my young lovers ginger cunt.Jayne shrieks, as she realises I’m ejaculating inside her. Stopping her bucking, she fixes me with her blue eyes. I’m looking up at this horny young thing, and can’t believe my luck as I cum heavily inside her. Her beautiful freckled nose, flush face and those gorgeous big tits of hers hanging down, half in and half out of her dress, cause me to shoot again and again inside her moist, tight cunt.Collapsing down on top of me, our bodies heaving from the exertion, sweat beads lining my brow, we share a brief moment together and a tender kiss. “I usually kiss a guy before I fuck him” Jayne quips and we both laugh. She has a point.“That was fantastic, Jayne” I say, “but we have to go. People will be missing us..”“I know, I know, John.” She says and within seconds she’s fixing her dress and cleaning herself up, poses in front of me.“How do I look?”“Stunning” I reply.“Thanks, Coach!” she replies, winking at me. And with that, she heads out of the room and back downstairs to the party, leaving me and my rapidly shrinking cock on the bed behind her. I gather myself for a moment and catch a glimpse of our wedding photo on the sideboard and quickly come to my senses. If ever there was a moment where I felt I’d been used, this was it, but I couldn’t be happier about it. To have had my way, with such a beautiful and willing young girl, truly was a risk worth taking….——————It’s the following Tuesday evening, and my son comes rushing down the stairs.“Dad can I borrow your car?”“Only if you tell me who the lucky girl is!” I tease.“Er ok. It’s Jayne.” he replies.My stomach lurches inside of me and I feel sick to the core.“Jayne? Athlete Jayne?” I ask, hoping its another Jayne, hoping the shock doesn’t show on my face, but fearing it probably does.“Yeah. Its alright isn’t it? I know she’s an older woman, but didn’t think you’d mind….”“She is a bit older than you, Son…” I start, before changing tack, “But hey, who am I to tell you who you can and can’t go out with? Just take care and have fun!” And with a huge pang of jealousy and not a small amount of guilt, I watch my innocent son drive off down the road to date the woman who’d been fucking me, barely two days earlier…

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