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I leaned against the cool metal of the locker, my breath still ragged from the intense workout. My gaze lingered on you, Coach, as you finished packing up the equipment. The gym was empty now, the echoes of our team’s cheers and grunts long faded away. My ride was running late, as usual, and I found myself with an unexpected opportunity.
“Coach,” I purred, my voice low and sultry, “I think I need a little extra… coaching.” I watched as your eyes widened, surprise and desire flickering in their depths.
I sauntered over to you, and traced a finger down your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your shirt. “I’ve been watching you, Coach,” I murmured, my lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’ve seen the way you look at me during practice.” Continue reading “Afterhours with My Coach”
