Private Practice with Coach Garren

Alice had been wanting to improve her time on her runs for a while. Her college track coach – Mr. Garren – was more than happy to oblige. She showed up to the indoor track in the late evening. There was no one there but the two of them, some scattered weights, forgotten hurdles, and empty stands.

“Let’s start with a few simple stretches,” Coach Garren said.

“Great let me just change,” she said. She had only been training with Coach Garren for a couple months but already felt a strong bond. He was kind, caring, and doting.

However, as Alice peeled off the track pants covering her shorts, she felt an unfamiliar sense of vulnerability. It was strange being alone with a much older man. His silver hair and imposing figure reminded her of her own father. He looked like a wrestler. She was only a petite brunette, a short distance sprinter.

I shouldn’t feel weird. He’s never been unprofessional. What she was very concerned about was her lack of panties under her shorts. It’s times like these I wish I had a working washing machine in my dorm.

“Bend over,” he said. His gravely voice echoed through the gymnasium.

Alice tied her hair into a ponytail and bent down to touch her toes. Her legs were tight from the last workout yesterday. “Sorry coach,” she said. “I can’t keep my legs straight.”

Garren moved up behind her and grabbed her hips. He lifted her up a little, his groin just grazing the top of her ass. Alice’s knees locked and her legs straightened.

“Better?” he asked.

Alice felt the blood rush to her face. Was there a bulge pressing into her? “Er – Yes, much better coach.” Alice tried to forget the fact that there were only a few scant threads between her and coaches groin.

Today would be a bad day for any leakage. She smiled a little at the joke and the thought of getting coach’s groin wet.

Garren let go of her after a minute. “Ok, let’s take care of your hamstring. I’m pretty sure that’s what’s got you locked up. Lay on your back.”

A terrible thought ran through Alice’s mind. What if he sees up my shorts?

“Um, coach,” she said, “my hamstrings feel fine–“

“Nonsense, we should stretch everything out. Now, lay down.” His voice was a commanding bellow.

Well, maybe he won’t see anything…

Alice laid on her back and raised her left leg in the air, keeping her right leg on the floor. Her shorts rode up a bit and she panicked. Coach knelt down, seized her raised leg, and leaned forward. His knee was pressing into Alice’s hot mound as he leaned in.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

Her face was burning and she tried not to think about his knee. “Uh, It feels ok, coach.”

He lowered the leg and then raised it again, his knee pressing into her pussy.

Oh my god, this shouldn’t turn me on. Alice looked around the gymnasium and tried to focus on something else. Anything other than coach rubbing her the right way. FRAGGLE

“Ok, let me see the other leg.” Coach Garren took her other leg in the air. His other knee was now pressing into Alice’s groin, almost pressing into her clit.

Oh shit, please don’t let me get wet. Her body didn’t listen and her pussy now had a mind of its own.