After the after-practice shower… [MF](oc)

So about a week later (link to original post in comments), I had all but forgotten about the encounter (yeah right ?) and was casually sweeping the gym before the night’s basketball games. We always booted everyone from the building for about an hour and a half to get things ready for the game. So, generally, I was alone for 80 to 90 minutes. Usually the girl’s coach, let’s call her Lexi, was there too, but she was also the volleyball coach. So, to cut her a little break, we had a bit of an unspoken arrangement that I’d clean the floor and get the gym ready. She always stayed to help clean up after. It wasn’t “fair”, but also not a big deal.

On this particular night (Thursday, I think), she strolled through the double doors at the end of the gym early. This wasn’t totally abnormal. She arrived early for various reasons from time to time. In fact, if it wasn’t for the rest of that 80 minutes, I’d probably have never thought about it at all.

Anyway, she came in that night wearing a black skirt that hugged her firm ass and athletic thighs, a pair of navy blue heels (not uncommon for her, but also not a a given), and a white blouse she had unbuttoned just a little too far that revealed the cleavage between her ample breasts. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her slender neck. I guess I was staring. She caught my gaze, waited until she could tell I knew she knew, and then cast a sly smile at me. I tried to disguise my blush, failed, and then continued watching her all the way across the gym. As she was entering doorway to the locker rooms, she looked back over her shoulder. “Did she just tilt her head motioning me to follow her?” I questioned. It wasn’t obvious, but then, as I’d mentioned before, we had both been stifling this sexual tension for 2+ years. “Should I follow? What if I didn’t see what I think I saw? How will you play it off?” I kept sweeping. My mind raced. For the next 20 seconds, I spent 3 days analyzing the movement.

“Dammit! Just go!” I went.

I walked down the hallway to her office. Not there. My next stop was the girls’ locker room. I peeked in, saw nothing, walked into the showers thinking she might be returning the favor. Still nothing. Maybe I did indeed imagine the come-here head nod.

I considered forgetting it and continuing to sweep, but I had to look one last place, my office. I stuck my head around the door jam and there she was. She was sitting on my desk, her bare feet in my chair, heels piled by the trash can. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was biting her nails. It was the first time I ever saw her look remotely unsure.

She saw me. Her lips curled up into a smile. “I was afraid I’d been too subtle,” she half giggled. “Almost!” I took a couple steps toward her gauging her reaction. She chewed her bottom lip. I took that as “come on.”

I continued across the room. When I reached her, I pushed the chair out of the way, lifted her chin, and pressed our lips together. “I’ve … been thinking about you …. all week,” she managed to mutter as my lips fought against her. I squeezed her bottom lip between my teeth as my hand slid up the back of her calf. She wrapped her legs around my waist, also sliding her skirt halfway up her thigh. I slipped my tongue between her lips. She let out a subtle moan. My hands moved over the top of her thigh and then up her leg just beneath the hem making her squirm.

She tilted her head back and released the breath she’d been holding. I took the opportunity to kiss down her neck to the little dimple where her collarbone joins. I drug my teeth across it, Then slowly moved my lips down the edge of her blouse toward her breasts. She didn’t protest. I slid my hand back around and up her thigh, then her waist, and up to her breast. I cupped it in my hand as my lips reached her cleavage.

At this point, I needed to reassure myself we were doing this. I leaned back, my hand still resting on her breasts. I stared into her sparkling green eyes. She never broke my gaze. I brought my other hand up beneath the other breast and then began to unbutton her blouse.

The first button seemed to want to be unfastened. The second was a little struggle. I skipped the third. Her breasts were heaving with each breath. I couldn’t wait any longer. I scooped my fingers inside her bra and squeezed her breast. She whimpered. I liked it. I quickly started to untuck her blouse. My hands shot up the back and made quick work of the bra fastener. Her breasts leapt out. They were perfect, small C’s but perky and firm. I wrapped my lips around her nipple.

As I reached around to unzip her skirt in the back, “Coach Dirshen!” One of her players… dammit! I pulled back. “The worst timing EVER!” I nibbled her nipple once more, then kissed her mouth. “Let’s finish this later. I’ll go intercept her while you get dressed.” I adjusted my throbbing cock to make it less noticeable and scooted out the door to meet the player.

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