The New Coach in Town

He was new to their small town. She had moved there 10 years ago when she started her family. He was single and worked and worked a remote sales job and was a fitness instructor as a hobby. Her life had become a routine of ordinary events. Inside, she was dying to be set free. He would set her free in ways she had never imagined.
For the past 2 years she had become more dedicated to working out and it showed. Her two kids were in school all day and she found herself craving physical fitness. There was a boutique gym in town with strength training, yoga and Crossfit style classes. In her past, she had been a gym addict. She was comfortable with free weights and machines and the various cardio equipment. She was proud of herself as she was 43 years old and incredible shape for a woman even 10 years younger. Yoga wasn’t really her thing and if she was honest with herself, she wanted to try Crossfit but she was intimidated. A girlfriend of hers had been a diehard HIIT style enthusiast and had raved about a trainer who was new to town. She said he was a great motivator during class and extremely knowledgeable. She said he gave extra attention to the new people in her class, and with a half-smile and a wink she mentioned that he wasn’t bad at all to look at.

A couple of weeks had passed since her conversation with her girlfriend when she noticed a man walk into the CrossFit studio with a tshirt that read “Coach” on his back. She had missed a couple of days that week because of new schedules with her kids and was determined to wake up earlier to train. She hated mornings but she didn’t hate the sight of him as his voice carried across the gym as the class was about to start. She was just outside that studio on a treadmill and her eyes kept drifting in his direction. He wasn’t tall but he was built. Strong arms and calves as she watched him walking around his class encouraging them to “dig deep” and “give it what they got.”
It was now 8am and she was putting her things away when she saw her girlfriend who plainly asked why she didn’t ever come to Crossfit class. “But Faith, you’re in great shape. You’d be amazing. Why don’t you give it a chance? Plus, Stephen is a great coach. He’d take great care of you.” Before Faith could respond , she heard a voice from behind her, “Who would I take great care of?” She spun around and she was startled by his smile and striking green eyes. She tried to speak and felt a rush of embarrassment and looked down and smiled. Her friend introduced them, and he shook her hand. Her contact with his skin and his firm grip sent a wave through her body. They made quick introductions and he encouraged her to come to a 7am class sometime. And with a nod and a smile, he continued and walked past them. She could hear her friend talking but she struggled to not watch with walk away with strong legs and a powerful stride.

It was Wednesday. Dinner time. And it had been 11 hours since she met Stephen and when she thought of him her heart raced. It was Italian night at their household but her mind drifted and her legs crossed tightly when she pictured the veins in his forearm when their hands met. Her husband sat across the table. He was a nice enough guy. Handsome. But so preoccupied. He was busy with work and could hardly stay awake most nights which made it difficult for them to connect on a physical level. This pattern had been going on for the better part of the past 5 years and as a result she had become a secret connoisseur of sex toys. Vibrators were her favorite, especially the ones with penetration. She had an anal plugs and had recently purchased thick pink dildo with a suction cup that she’d been hesitant to try out.

The more she thought of Stephen, the more turned on she became. Her husband was getting ready for bed and while he was brushing his teeth and she casually threw one of her plugs on the bed for him to see when he came back into the room. She wanted to be sexually adventurous. She wanted her panties to be ripped off, pinned to the bed and fucked hard by him. He was capable of great sex. He had just grown a little complacent. She hoped that the plug on the bed might awaken his sexual appetite. He picked it up and made a joke about her misplacing her jewelry and said he had early meetings and maybe they could spice things up over the weekend. She tried to hide the disappointment in her voice, but she was initially sad and quickly grown frustrated.

She woke up at 6:36 and her panties were soaked. She had woken up about a half hour earlier and was still half asleep as she thought of Stephen undressing in front of her. As she came to she realized her hand was actually crammed between her legs. She had essentially been masturbating in her dream like state and had slept in later than she wanted. She jumped out of bed and went to put on leggings but in the last second opted for a pair of booty shorts she reserved for the hottest of days. It was maybe 65 degrees outside. No panties, tiny tank and headband and in less than ten minutes, she was out the door. The gym was maybe 5 minutes from their home. She walked in at 6:58, slightly disheveled and now fully awake. There was maybe 8 people in her class, and she quickly noticed that most of them were moms like her. And unlike her, most looked surprisingly done up for 7am on a Thursday. Her friend wasn’t there today, and she didn’t get a warm welcome by her fellow classmates. She did, however, get a wonderful smile from Stephen that made her cross her legs tightly again. He introduced her to the class and began to explain the workout of the day. There was a warm up, strength section and then a 15 min AMRAP which she quickly found out stood for “As Many Rounds As Possible.” She was confident in her abilities but she certainly like a fish out of water as he instructed her on how to do “Cleans” with a barbell. She hadn’t used a barbell before, and it felt clunky at first. He spoke about having a “straight barbell path” which she found difficult because in truth she had large breasts and getting the barbell to her shoulders required her angle around her well endowed upper half.

She got a couple of passive aggressive compliments from the other ladies as they were obviously jealous of the extra attention she was receiving. The extra attention was in fact invigorating. She felt great until the workout started. She went from feeling sexy to simply trying to survive about 5 minutes into the workout of rowing, box jumps, air squats and push ups. Her sweat pooled in her sports bra and about 10 minutes into the workout she regretted wearing grey booty shorts as she could feel more sweat along her backside. But she was determined, perhaps more determined not to look weak and stupid and did her best to gut it out and finish the 15 minute workout. She sat on her box hunched over. Beads of sweat falling from her head.

He came up to her to give her a fist bump and simply said “Great first day! You’re a natural out there. Excellent effort. I’d like to say it gets easier but I think I might be lying.” She smiled and before she knew had blurted out, “you can work me out any time.” Instant regret came over her. She admonished herself for trying to be funny and obviously failing. Stephen laughed it off and replied almost under his breath, “I’m a great one-on-one trainer too.” Her eyes darted up to meet his and then looked away. Was he coming on to her she wondered? Most of the class had filed out. As they talked about her first day, she mentioned that she was starving. He told her that he hadn’t eaten and didn’t have time in the morning to make one of his famous smoothies. She hinted that she would like to try them. As the words came out of her mouth she wondered, “what the fuck am I doing?” Very casually he said, “C’mon over. I have a little place down near the lake he told her. I just moved in about a month ago. I normally start my actual workday about 9am. But I don’t think I have a meeting until 11. I could get your opinion on my smoothie and we can discuss your fitness goals and see if Crossfit is a good training method for the long term.” His words were nonchalant and confident. His demeanor at the moment was disarming because he didn’t seem to be coming on to her. She was slightly confused and conflicted but he then again insisted. She made a comment about her being a mess but the next thing she knew he was asking for her number so he can send her his address. She complied and then finished by saying, “I’m not sure if the timing is good. My husband usually takes our kids to school, and I’m supposed to do some errands before noon so I’m really not sure.” Stephen looked at her and said, “honestly, it’s no big deal. I feel a little stupid suggesting this since we just met. I don’t want to come off as a creep. I just know how difficult it is to try something new like Crossfit, and I just wanted to set you up for success if you’re truly interested. You can text me if you change your mind.” She assured him it was ok and she began to walk to her car.

She saw him exit the building as she sat with her hands firmly on the wheel of the car. Before she knew it she grabbed a bag with a change of clothes and briskly walked back to the gym. She almost never showered there but she felt compelled to clean the sweat from her body. She put her hair up in a bun and threw on leggings and a crop top tank. She hadn’t really planned an ideal change of clothes, but it was better than the sweat drenched clothes she was wearing.

The GPS said his little house was about 7 minutes from the gym. It was in the heart of her small town but it was down a windy road in an area of town she hadn’t been. Fairly excluded from anyone she knew, down a driveway relatively hidden from main sight. She sat in her car unsure of what was next. She tried to block out thoughts of having sex with him. Her curiosity was ragging. She had never had an affair. She had tempting thoughts and lately her sexual desires were running rampant and today was the apex of what her body had craved to this point. Before she could think on it more she grabbed her phone and texted the last number in her phone, “Still have time for a smoothie? I’m parked outside.” Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest and as she starred at her phone. In a couple of seconds, she saw the 3 dots on her iphone and then the reply, “Please. Come to the front door.”

She knocked and he opened. Standing at the entrance of his small bungalow home, he welcomed her in. It was a one story with a view to the lake which was about 100 yards away down a sloping hill. Clean, minimalist style. 1960’s style mid century modern home. He told her that it was a small one bedroom home with a 2nd bedroom that was really too small to be considered a bedroom and that he converted to an office. He explained that he grew up visiting the lake with his parents and decided to move here after a divorce about a year ago. The house had a garden shed just off the house that he was converting into a little bunkhouse for his two boys who lived with their mother about an hour away.

He handed her his smoothie concoction and they clinked glasses as they discussed his medical financing business and laughed as she described the challenges of being a “boring” stay-at-home mom. He told her that he loved helping people find their passion in fitness and that it was simply a hobby and not his career. She told him the details of her fitness journey and he acted genuinely shocked to learn she was 43 years old.

“I don’t want to sound disrespectful but yes, I would have never guessed you were 40 let alone 43. And the fact you did this all on your own without any help I find inspiring. Incredible display of dedication. I guess you can chalk it up to having really good genes?” he teased. She cocked her head and flippantly replied as she arched her back and stuck out her butt, “I’m not much a jeans girl…I’m all about the leggings.” His smile became a serious look and slowly looked at her ass before he made eye contact. “I can see that.” A moment later his hand reached out and made contact with the piece of skin exposed between the top of her leggings and the bottom of her shirt. She did her best to act startled by saying almost defiantly, “I’m sorry?” To which he shrugged off and leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. He pulled back only to say, “don’t be.” Her body melted into his. Her chest against his. His arms wrapped around her ass and he lifted her up. Legs around his waist. Her tongue travelling inside his mouth to meet his. She felt suspended in time and they continued to passionately kiss. He removed his mouth only to place it on her neck. Sending shock waves through her body. He began carrying her to his bedroom where he tossed her on the bed like she weighed nothing. Her mind was travelling at warp speed. She knew what was going to happen. She could see the future and she didn’t think twice about letting her body respond to the moment.

She didn’t want this to be romantic. She wanted to get fucked. Hard. Really fucking hard. Like she hadn’t been fucked in long time. Maybe ever. He lowered himself on the bed and moved towards her, but her leg shot up, her foot firmly against his chest. In a moment of courage she calmly said, “I don’t want you to fuck me like you think I want you to fuck me. I want you to treat this like a workout. I want it hard. I want to feel it. Can you do that for me coach?” He stepped back. And slowly pulled his shirt over his head exposing what looked like 12 abs on his stomach. Pulling down his shorts he exposed a beautiful cock. Her eyes fixated on it. It was thick and looked delicious and she wanted to taste it. He reached for the sides of her leggings and pulled them off. She was wearing no panties which he instantly noticed. He toned legs and shaven pussy made his cock swell more. She took off her tank and was only wearing a bra which she also removed, displaying a set of perfectly round tits. She desperately wanted to suck his cock. She went to reach for hit and he took her hands in his and looked down at her. “I’m going to have my way with you. And you’re going to do exactly what I fucking say for you to do. Get on your hands and knees Faith.” A wicked smile flashed on her face as she turned her body and faced his headboard. Her bare ass exposed towards him. Next thing she knew his face was planted against her tush and his tongue was pressed against her pussy. Her body gushed as he licked her from top to bottom. Spreading her ass apart so he could lick deeper inside her. She found it difficult to support herself and soon was resting her head on her arms as he devoured her from behind. It felt like several minutes of him working her pussy with his mouth. He took his face away and abruptly smacked her round ass and told her to flip over. With her back on the bed and head propped up by his pillows he kissed her flat stomach. Making his way towards her breasts and began sucking on her perky nipples. Taking one in his mouth while the other was squeezed by his fingers. She asked to suck his cock but he stuck this fingers in her mouth instead. She tasted her own juices because he fingered her so well while he previously ate her out. Shortly after he worked his way to her neck and got to his knees. His big throbbing cock inches from her lips. Grabbing the headboard behind her while he faced her he pushed his dick towards her. She took his thick dick in her mouth and he thrust it in further. Confidently he proclaimed, “I’m going to fuck your pretty little face and you’re going to gag on my cock.” He wasn’t asking. He was telling her and she absolutely loved it. Grabbing his ass so she could take it in deeper.
She had fantasized about deep throating a cock but never had. She wanted to feel it fill up her mouth and throat. Stephen had no issue doing this. Pumping his dick in her mouth until she chocked on it. She took it out and spit on it. Stroking his dick in her hand while she sucked the tip. Soon she had his balls in her mouth while she continued to stroke his dick from the base to the head. Feeling herself overcome with excitement for what she was experiencing, she was soon licking deeper between his legs. His body straddling her face. His moans turned her on more. Her enthusiasm grew as he became louder. It has been the most intense foreplay of her life. It felt like nearly a half hour had passed and they hadn’t even had sex. She was dripping with anticipation. Literally dripping. “I need you to sit on my cock” he told her. Reversing positions, she lowered herself on to the head of his dick. She gasped as she took it inside. “Give me a second” she said. “You’re bigger than I’m used to.” He didn’t listen. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down as he pushed his hips up. He had barely been inside her 10 seconds before she felt herself begin to cum. And she came hard. She moaned loudly and pressed her forehead to his shoulder as she felt herself leave her body momentarily. He grabbed her ass and fucked her hard from the bottom position. It didn’t take but another minute of his hard cock slamming into her tight pussy before she came second time. Audible noises erupted from her mouth as she couldn’t contain herself. Stephen rotated her to her stomach. Pinning both wrists with one hand to her lower back he fucked her while she lay flat. With his other hand he pressed her head into the bed forcefully. She loved being completely dominated by him. She was at his mercy, and he wasn’t taking it easy on her. He used his big dick to pound freely inside her in ways she had never felt. Now cumming a third time on his dick. Pulling out of her he demanded that she suck her cum off his cock. She eagerly complied. Laying side to side she took as much of him in her mouth as she could manage. His hands on her hand forcing her deeper. Before long he spread her legs wide and demanded that she hold them apart. He fucked her pussy hard. Deep inside her he thrust his cock, almost splashing about in her wet pussy. He grew louder as he continued to have his way with her pussy. She could feel his body tense. His muscles became ridged. Her legs were up near her shoulders as he pulled out and shot a rope of cum across her face. And then another thick stream of cum in her mouth and down her neck and chest. He stroked his fat cock in his hand as he squeezed out more cum in her mouth. She struggled to swallow it as there was so much. However she still took it all. Even licking her lips to ensure every drop was not wasted. He collapsed beside her. She laid there exhausted. Exhausted but hungry for more. More was certainly to come.

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