Coach Scores With His Player After The Match
My heart thundered in my chest as I watched him enter the locker room. Coach was everything I’d ever fantasized about and more. As I watched him remove his shirt, I felt an undeniable stirring in my groin that I couldn’t ignore. He stood before me, tall and proud, with his chiseled chest and big strong arms.
I felt my skin become hot and flushed as I imagined what it would be like to touch him. His presence exuded a raw alpha sexuality that made my body tremble with anticipation. I wanted to rip off my clothes and throw myself at him, but something kept me back – something primal and yet intoxicating.
It was clear that he wanted me. He had that look of hunger in his eyes; a look that was filled with deep carnal desire. We stood there in the silence for what felt like eternity before he finally spoke, his voice raspy and hot.
“Let’s play,” he said.
I had no idea what he meant, but I wanted to find out. He grabbed my hand and led me into the showers, his touch sending a rush of electricity through me. Suddenly, all the moments we had shared on the field — every pass, every rebound – felt magnified with a new significance.
It was time to pay the Coach back for all of his hard work. I was ready to score big.
Table of Contents
- 1. Introducing The Coach
- 2. The Highs of the Match
- 3. Exploring Arousal and Intensity
- 4. Taking Love Beyond the Pitch
- To Wrap It Up
1. Introducing The Coach
From The Change Room To The Bedroom
We entered the locker room, already dripping with sweat and anticipation. I’d been looking forward to this moment for what felt like forever and I could feel my heart racing slightly as he stood in front of me. He stood towering over me and his body was superbly sculpted. His thick lips pulled back into a knowing smirk, daring me to make the first move. I removed my shirt, exposing my toned and lightly dust chest and felt a heat radiating off him as he watched. His eyes grew dark and I swear he saw right through me. He began to speak, his deep baritone sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m the coach and you’re my player”. I nervously nodded and we began to make our way to his bedroom.
The walk seemed to last an eternity and as we stood outside the door to his room, tension made my palms sweat. We embraced and as our lips collided in a passionate kiss, I felt my whole body melt with desire. He grasped my hips and lead me through the door, pushing me onto the bed. The mattress creaked loudly as he moved over me and the heat that radiated off his body as he pressed against me was electrifying. I surrendered, craving to be taken, to be ravished, and to be the centre of his attention. As he moved within me, a deep pleasure welled up from the core of my being as I finally found a sense of belonging, somewhere I could be completely myself. We’d done what we’d come to do; Coach had scored with his player.
2. The Highs of the Match
The Game
The match was tough, my heart pounding in my chest. I finally had my chance to prove myself. To show my coach, to show the crowd, that I could rise to the challenge. Sweat stung my eyes, I wiped them away. Wiping away the distraction. With one glance, I saw the confidence in his eyes. ‘Yes, you can do it. You can do it’ he shouted and I responded with a nod. With a deep breath, I made the shot. The crowd erupted with cheers and my teammates hugged me, ecstatic with our win.
After the Match
My body ached with tiredness and my eyes stung from the saltiness of the sweat. As I walked off the court, I heard my name, he waved me over. I looked around, who could it be? There he was, my coach. I sauntered over and he had an unmistakable look, something that had gone unspoken but both of us felt. He looked deep into my eyes and grabbed my wrist. With the slightest tug, he pulled me closer and closer. In a soft whisper, he told me how proud he was and a wild tingle raced down my spine. He leaned in and kissed me, the intensity almost too much for me. His tongue explored my mouth and I responded with my own kisses, hunger replacing the exhaustion. Eagerly, I followed him to his car and we drove away for a night of passion that neither of us will soon forget.
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3. Exploring Arousal and Intensity
Beginnings:
My breath was heavy, sweat beading off my forehead as I watched the final goal swish through the hoop. Our team had won the championship game and the hoots and hollers of this man-made victory reverberated through the gymnasium. He had been my coach all season and a mentor since I became a part of the team. We had spent hours talking through the nuances of the game and dissecting our opponents play by play strategies and there was not a single doubt in my mind that he had earned the victory today.
Arousal & Intensity:
He was what fueled me during this long season although he never knew it. We had an unspoken banter that teetered on the edge of flirtation before during and now after the match. Each of us was willing to cross the threshold and explore the unsuspected which made the anticipation stronger and more alluring.
We finally broke away from the herd and found a back room in the gym for a moment with no one watching, no one caring about what we were about to do. As we kissed a surge of energy moved through us causing an ardent passion to ignite and that’s all the permission either of us needed. His hands moved my body with an unwavering intensity while our tongues twined with a alternative craving. Our clothing gave way with an almost musical sound and as I felt his skin for the first time I knew I would never forget this moment again.
His manhood brought what felt like a thousand needles across my back as I felt the length and width of its power. And as I fell onto the floor with him I released my true desire and surrendered to the unearthly sensation it brought. We moved in unison, swiftly hitting every muscle until I reached my point of no return and felt myself erupt with an undefinable pleasure. Our intensity lasting until the final rush started to slow and we could finally catch our breath and melt into each other’s embrace.
4. Taking Love Beyond the Pitch
I felt the thrill of the game as soon as my player touched the pitch. His strong, toned legs taking him closer to his goal every time he ran past his opponents. I could have devoured him right there if it weren’t for the stares of the crowd. When the whistle blew ending the match, I invited him into my office. I could see the hunger in his eyes as he stepped closer and I embraced him tightly against my chest.
His heated lips demanded more and I complied, deepening our kiss. His fingers danced down my back as I explored the breadth of his knowledge. He moaned as my thigh slipped between his legs and he wriggled in anticipation. His need was more delicious and unbearable than ever. The heat of his arousal radiating through my body, I knew I had to act fast. Fumbling with his shorts, I let his exposed member bow down to allow me full access to his sweetness. Eagerly he let out a gasp of pleasure as my tongue caressed and worshipped him. Our love-making went beyond the pitch that night.
To Wrap It Up
As the shadows lengthened on the court, the Coach and Player knew their day was at an end. But they were also conscious of the desire still smoldering between them both, a heat which left them both unsatisfied and both yearning for one final passionate encounter. And so, in a desperate attempt at fulfillment, they joined in one final intense embrace, their lips, our tongues, their bodies coming together in a long, deep kiss. The passion flared between them and, as the night encroached on their brief, passionate love affair, the Player and Coach left the court partners in desire, each with a lingering hunger for their own unique, deeply erotic moment together….For evermore.
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