Being a coach of a girls basketball team for 4 years had its up and downs, but I always enjoyed watching the team grow.
This was the first year that the girls had moved into the open division and we needed to get a few more experienced players. As luck would have it the first night of training two new, older girls arrived. They were very different; one quiet and shy, the other brash, bold and totally sex on legs.
Since I’d coached the same team for years the girls were like family. But Tiffany was 26, much older and totally wiser. She had a smoking hot body and each time we spoke my mind wandered to the nasty things I could do to her body.
A few games into the season we were 1 and 1. Tiffany walked up to me after a game and said
“I want to start I should be the point guard,” with passion in her voice.
“We have a point guard and she is doing well,” I said “Besides your shooting inside has been great.” I continued emphasizing the point.
“Well I want to play guard and I know how to get what I want.” she said with a smile. The sweat dripping off her face made my heart race just a touch as she turned and walked away.
Training night rolled around and it was raining so we cancelled the run. As usual I called down to the field just in case anyone didn’t get the message, sure enough there was Tiffany, training in the rain ducking, running, jumping and shooting the ball all by her lonesome.
“Hey Tiff!” I called
“Hi Coach where’s everyone?” she replied
“Training’s cancelled guess you didn’t get the message.” I said
“No, well yes, I got it but… well I was hoping you would show up here.” she said water dripping off her face.
“Well get out of the rain would you, I don’t want you getting sick.” I said in my best coach voice
Tiffany waked over to my car where I was leaning out of the window. The car park was empty and only half the lights were working.
“Well Coach do I get a run at point guard this weekend? You have to admire my commitment.” she said
“We will see.” I replied.
“Well maybe there is something I could do for you to ensure a shot at it?”
My heart started to beat faster and my cock started to throb. Her nipples were standing firm under her wet and dripping tight sports top. Her hair was soaked and messy and sticking to her face but oh so totally sexy.
“Maybe we should get you home.” I said trying to hold a resemblance of respectability to my coaching post.
“Home sounds good but I am wet inside and out - shame to waste it don’t you think?” she said looking straight into my eyes.
“It would be a shame.” I replied
She threw her sports bag onto the back seat of the car and started to strip off. Her body was thin yet sporty. She had curves in all the right places and there was no longer any doubt in my mind that I was going to fuck this girl.
The rain fell as she stood in the open car park the moonlight and the light pole shone over her, shining on the water falling all around and over her. Drips slid down her chest between her breasts and disappeared down her body. I watched each large drop flow.
This was the first year that the girls had moved into the open division and we needed to get a few more experienced players. As luck would have it the first night of training two new, older girls arrived. They were very different; one quiet and shy, the other brash, bold and totally sex on legs.
Since I’d coached the same team for years the girls were like family. But Tiffany was 26, much older and totally wiser. She had a smoking hot body and each time we spoke my mind wandered to the nasty things I could do to her body.
A few games into the season we were 1 and 1. Tiffany walked up to me after a game and said
“I want to start I should be the point guard,” with passion in her voice.
“We have a point guard and she is doing well,” I said “Besides your shooting inside has been great.” I continued emphasizing the point.
“Well I want to play guard and I know how to get what I want.” she said with a smile. The sweat dripping off her face made my heart race just a touch as she turned and walked away.
Training night rolled around and it was raining so we cancelled the run. As usual I called down to the field just in case anyone didn’t get the message, sure enough there was Tiffany, training in the rain ducking, running, jumping and shooting the ball all by her lonesome.
“Hey Tiff!” I called
“Hi Coach where’s everyone?” she replied
“Training’s cancelled guess you didn’t get the message.” I said
“No, well yes, I got it but… well I was hoping you would show up here.” she said water dripping off her face.
“Well get out of the rain would you, I don’t want you getting sick.” I said in my best coach voice
Tiffany waked over to my car where I was leaning out of the window. The car park was empty and only half the lights were working.
“Well Coach do I get a run at point guard this weekend? You have to admire my commitment.” she said
“We will see.” I replied.
“Well maybe there is something I could do for you to ensure a shot at it?”
My heart started to beat faster and my cock started to throb. Her nipples were standing firm under her wet and dripping tight sports top. Her hair was soaked and messy and sticking to her face but oh so totally sexy.
“Maybe we should get you home.” I said trying to hold a resemblance of respectability to my coaching post.
“Home sounds good but I am wet inside and out - shame to waste it don’t you think?” she said looking straight into my eyes.
“It would be a shame.” I replied
She threw her sports bag onto the back seat of the car and started to strip off. Her body was thin yet sporty. She had curves in all the right places and there was no longer any doubt in my mind that I was going to fuck this girl.
The rain fell as she stood in the open car park the moonlight and the light pole shone over her, shining on the water falling all around and over her. Drips slid down her chest between her breasts and disappeared down her body. I watched each large drop flow.