Coach and Player: A Pre-Game Public Affair
John had been the coach of the Red Sox for five years and it was during that time that I became inexplicably attracted to him. I had admired him from a distance for months, and the night before we were finally introduced, I could hardly contain my excitement.I was hoping this would be the moment that he finally noticed me and that something would finally happen between us.
It started innocently enough, with our eyes meeting across a crowded city park. I could sense the chemistry between us before we even exchanged names. It was the type of attraction that had an innate sexual energy to it, and with a single glance, I knew that we were both feeling the same thing.
We talked for hours, like we had been friends for years, and before the night was over we had agreed to meet at the park the following day to play some casual football. It was then that I knew something was about to happen between us, something that would be completely unexpected and unplanned.
Table of Contents
- 1. Fireworks in the Locker Room
- 2. Hot-Blooded Pre-Game Chemistry
- 3. Taking Things to the Showers
- 4. Condemned and Condemned Again: A Tale of Unbridled Passion
- Final Thoughts
1. Fireworks in the Locker Room
- I
I’m already a mess of anticipation as I make my way to the locker room. I’m fresh out of the shower, my lingering touch tracing over all my newly soft edges from latest scrub-down. I’m the only one in the room, save for my coach. He stands with a commanding presence, his plunging neckline and well-worn trainers hinting at wild nights of passion. We lock eyes, and we both know what comes next.
The air is charged between us, and as we draw closer I can’t help but marvel at his physique. We pass by the empty shower stalls and soon we slam the locker door in one pleasured breath. His hands explore my curves as I run my fingers lightly across his chest. We melt into each other, our lips searching hungrily for more. Our tongues entwine as I moan into his mouth. He teases my sides with his thumbs as I wrap my legs around his firm waist.
- II
The heat of our bodies seeps through the cracked walls and creases of the locker room, the smell of soap and salt heavy in the air. Our hunger grows to a crescendo as each touch and sensation draws us in deeper. I shiver in pleasure as his hands move down my back and up my thighs. His fingers slip between my legs as his steady hand teases me mercilessly. I cling to him, pulling him closer as our moans together mingle in ecstasy.
We reach a fever pitch of pleasure, screaming out love towards each other, begging for more. Our broken voices fill the room until we collapse together in a tangle of sweat and shared bliss. My body caves into his, our breathing heavy and irregular. We wash away our traces and come back to reality, but the passion we shared will linger like the taste of salt on my tongue.
2. Hot-Blooded Pre-Game Chemistry
His gaze was enthralling. It was an intense, passionate encounter born of the fleeting moment before the game started. His green eyes cast over me as his strong hand swiftly grabbed my waist. As his long fingers wrapped around me I could feel the heat of his palm, my skin electric at the thought of being so close to him. My heart raced with anticipation.
He wanted me, and I wanted him, despite our surroundings; an incurably crowded place where any hint of what was to come would be noticed or remarked. I shivered with pleasure at his fingertips pressing against my abdomen beneath my jersey and could feel myself wanting more of him.
The tips of my ears started to burn as he started running his hands up and down my body, promising a night of pleasure that neither of us would forget. He delivered a delicious distraction hidden beneath the guise of pre-game banter, his fingers sliding into my deep pockets and fondling me with a sly smirk. We both knew that the secondary clock was ticking – that our passionate tryst outside the stadium walls was more than a pre-game ritual. It was the promise of a secret, public affair.
3. Taking Things to the Showers
The Magic Moment
It felt simply like a dream when we entered the showers together. Each of us feeling the same enchanted tingle after the game, but this time it felt different. Our hair still wet from the sweat and steam, I could feel my body heat rising like the mist in my lungs. I wanted to find out exactly what I had come to expect from Coach, and he wasn’t going to make me wait any longer.
- He removed my shirt in one swift motion
- He grabbed my waist and pulled me into his body
- His ans began to wander, all over my body
- His lips found my neck and it was heavenly
- Soon his hands found my loose shorts and he tugged them off
- I was left exposed to his gentle, yet eager touch
We both could feel the intensity between us increase with each passing moment. His rough hands caressing my chest, gripping my hips tightly as his mouth honoured my body with each tender, yet passionate kiss. I was consumed by Coach completely, willingly and freely. I could barely console myself completely for the thoughts of what was to come. He guided me into the shower and we released together in a beautiful and powerful way. It was an exquisite pleasure and one I will never forget.
4. Condemned and Condemned Again: A Tale of Unbridled Passion
We began our pre-game ritual in the shadows of the stadium, tearing off clothes as if the helmet and cleats we had on were still in the way. His body was well-built and fit, a stark contrast to his soft eyes, inviting me to explore something he had never done before. Our hands quickly responded to our growing arousal, desperately wringing out pleasure none of us had ever experienced before.
He stepped behind me, gently pushing my headforward so his body leaned against mine. I could feel the heat radiating off him as he nibbled on my neck and whispered things that felt forbidden and seductive. Our hands clasped, his fingers searching my body as if a sacred treasure. Our mouths found each other in an approach of urgency and spontaneity. The air outside the stadium was surprisingly warm but nothing compared to the hot fire that started to ignite within us.
The public space seemed to enable us to unleash our need and desire for each other with greater ferocity. We engaged in a frenzied union, drawing out pleasure as if it were an inexhaustible source of joy. His tongue explored every part of me as our bodies moved together in harmony, reaching dazzling heights of passion we never dreamt possible. Condemned and condemned again, we were both enraptured by our forbidden pre-game affair that left us breathless and spellbound.
Final Thoughts
The night was eternal, and the pre-game affair was finally over. A playful lovemaking session underneath the stars, with spectators few and far between, had finally concluded. We had finished our seductive escapades and gone our separate ways. The expression of carnal pleasure we shared was now just a distant memory, and yet, I can still feel its warmth and power.
The Coach had blended his power and control with my willing submission and surrender, and we had explored all the secret places of each other’s minds and bodies. We embraced and enjoyed the moment and the experience, ecstatic in our mutual pleasure.
The score, whatever it was, had been settled; the game was over. We went our separate ways, both knowing that what we shared was something special. We had told our own story, unique and unrivaled.
That night, the moonlight watching over us, had served as our witness.
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