The Adventures of a Rugby Coach
Copyright© 2021 by Zak
Chapter 14
True Sex Story: Chapter 14 - After several years of professional Rugby, I took up coaching and I have never had so much fun.
Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual School Sports Workplace Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Analingus Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Spitting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts
I woke up the following morning on my own, and that was due to the fact that I had gone to bed alone. I had tried all my best chat-up lines on the lovely Isabella, but she wasn’t impressed. I suppose a lady as gorgeous as she is gets accustomed to being chatted up.
We had drunk coffee and listened to music until nearly midnight; she was impressed with the contents of my iPod. So, my drawers and wardrobe were now full of well-ironed clothes, but my lust for Isabella was still there and unsatisfied. I didn’t even get a goodnight kiss. She promised me that she would come back and finish the ironing the following day.
It was raining outside; I could hear it hammering on the windows. I glanced at the clock; it was just before six o’clock. I got up, got my dirty games kit out of the basket, got dressed and headed out into the cold morning air.
I warmed up and then headed out on my run. I ran down to the lake, around to the path that led to the moorland and then back in through the woods. It was about six miles and took me just over an hour; the wet paths and the flooded stream made the run a bit messy. I had to dodge the puddles.
By the time I got back to the school, I was soaked to the skin and covered in mud. Some of the rugby squad shouted their good mornings as they ran past me. It was good to see them taking their fitness seriously. Some lads their age would see how hard the rain was coming down and go back to bed.
I did some warm-downs and then kicked off my running shoes and carried them up the stairs. I took a long shower; it took a while to warm up. I got dressed and headed down for breakfast.
I had decided after the disappointment of last night and the cold and wet run this morning, I needed a treat. I hit the hot buffet with gusto: bacon, sausage, black pudding, hash brown, poached eggs and beans. I added a couple of slices of toast and a mug of coffee.
I sat at an empty table. Minutes later, Miss Green and Brian Carothers came in, they filled their trays and bid me good morning, but they did not sit at my table. I wondered if they were an item, but the rumours were that the prim and proper Miss Green was getting serviced by the headmaster.
Perhaps she was a greedy girl, or perhaps there was a ménage à trois going on. I shook my head to get that image out of my head.
I tucked into my breakfast and was halfway through when Natalie Norbury walked into the dining hall. She nodded at Miss Green and Carothers and then smiled at me.
She filled her tray and sat opposite me. She had poached eggs on toast and a cup of tea.
“Good morning, I saw you out running earlier, “she said with a smile, “I hope you are not using all of your energy.”
“Of course, not,” I grinned in reply, “I am building up my stamina!”
“Good, because I have plans for you this evening,” she said and winked. She was one hot bird was Ms Norbury, I felt my cock twitch as I thought about it.
We ate our breakfast and chatted about books and the weather. Once we had both finished, we headed out. Natalie went to her room, and I went to the staff room to check my pigeonhole for post or messages. There were a few school memos and a pile of post. I popped into the tuck shop and got some tea bags, coffee, fresh milk, and a packet of custard creams.
Then I headed back over to the accommodation block. I went into my room, made a cup of coffee, sat at the desk, and worked on my book.
My first lesson that day was at nine o’clock, I got changed at eight-thirty and headed down to the gym. I opened up and made a coffee while the PC booted up.
It was pouring down with rain, so I decided we would work indoors that morning. I had year ones, twos, and threes in that order, for one lesson each. I retrieved the indoor cricket gear from the cupboard. It was fun, and the lads loved it.
The morning rushed by, and it was lunchtime before I knew it. I put on my tracksuit and went into the dining hall, where I grabbed some items from the takeaway station: a cheese and tomato sandwich, some fruit, and a bottled smoothie.
I headed back up to my room. I was thinking about working on the book, but I sat down and put some music on the iPod, which was hooked up to a Bluetooth speaker. Cheesy eighties pop filled the room; I sat back and ate lunch.
I was half asleep when the door opened, and Isabella walked in.
“Oh, I am sorry, Zak,” she said when she saw me on the sofa. Her smile lit up the room.
“Hey Isabella, how are you?” I said and shook the sleep from my head.
“I am fine, thank you. I was going to do an hour’s ironing before I start work,” she said with a smile, and then she opened the door to the cupboard. She had left her iron and the ironing board.
I watched as she set the gear up; the leggings she seemed to wear as a uniform stretched tight over her plump and very sexy ass.
Her big bum enthralled me; it looked so round, so firm ... it had a gorgeous bounce to it as well.
I could have watched it all afternoon, but a glance at the clock told me I should be making tracks. I had a lesson in ten minutes.
“Right, Isabella, I have a lesson, I will see you soon,” I said and stood up, adjusting my cock in my shorts as I did so. I went into the bedroom and took a twenty-pound note out of my wallet.
“There you go, Isabella, “I said, passing it over.
“This is too much, Zak,” she said with a smile, “You only owe me ten pounds.”
“It’s cool, you are worth every penny,” I said and left her to it.
She tried to give it back to me, but I would not accept it. I left her to her work.
I ran across to the gym; it was still raining, but not as severely. I had year three lads for a single period. I had decided on a cross-country run. The lads did not seem eager at first, but once we were in the fresh air and jogging along, they got into it.
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