Steamy glances, quivering anticipation…our eyes linger and craving surfaces. Coaches hands tugging and pushing my body tighter against him. His demanding lips ravaging mine. His groin pressed hard against my swollen heat. As we kiss and pant, the players on the field shout, but his touch blurs it all. Behind the pre-game thrill was a desire that only a passionate tryst in the locker room could satisfy.
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My nerves were on fire. I slid into the coach seat – my body leaning back, my eyes peeking around. It was a chance gone right and the electricity between us clear. We drank in the thrill, the nerves, the pre-game public play. His eyes wandered my lips, my neck – my body with every movement, each gesture a whispered plea until finally, I was his.