The Adventures of a Rugby Coach
Copyright© 2021 by Zak
Chapter 50
True Sex Story: Chapter 50 - 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
The following morning, I skipped my run, but got up and made a coffee. Then I went back to bed, logged onto the hotel WIFI, and looked at houses for sale. Then I checked my email, my flat’s tenant told me she was looking to buy, so I emailed an estate agent I had used a few times before and asked them to value my place. Then I emailed the tenant and informed them that the estate agent would be visiting.
I then looked at flats in the same area, and prices had shot up since I bought the place. I checked the conversion rate based on what I might get. I was shocked by the amount I would make.
So made a few notes about places I would like to view. Then I got up, took a shower, and shaved. After getting dressed, I headed down to breakfast. I had the full Canadian with a mug of coffee. After eating, I got into the car and programmed the first neighbourhood into the satnav. I drove around a few places and took a look at the parks, shopping areas, and other attractions.
In one of the areas, called Bears Den, there was a plot full of twenty new builds. I saw a sales office, and I went in. I told them I was looking for a three-bed with a lovely garden and a double garage. A nice lady called Sally took me for a viewing. The houses had all the modern conveniences; they were detached and had plenty of space around them, with extensive gardens and driveways. They all had great wooden floors and built-in kitchens with dishwashers and stuff.
I viewed three different plots, and after a couple of hours, I had picked one that I liked. My only concern was that I had not received the paperwork from the CRFU to confirm the job was mine. Sally told me that a hundred dollars would secure the plot I wanted for a month. It was a no-brainer to me; okay, I might lose a hundred dollars, but it would give me time to sell my flat and make sure I was getting the job.
I paid her the cash, and she gave me a receipt. She gave me the brochure for the house and a list of extras that I could order. I left her and drove around the area to get a feel for the place. There was a nice little shopping area, it was close but not too close, if you get my drift. Then I found a country park. I saw it had a café; I parked up and went for a walk around. The park was great, featuring two huge lakes, a trim track, and a small, roped-off area designated as a play park for kids, complete with swings, slides, and other amenities. It was late afternoon, and a long time since breakfast; it was time to grab a coffee and a bite to eat.
I walked back toward the café and went inside. I joined three other people in the queue. I had moved forward once when I felt a tap on my arm. I turned to see Sara; she looked stunning with her hair down, and she was wearing a summer dress.
And she had two small children with her ... they looked around four or five years old.
“Hey, small world, fancy seeing you here!” she said with a smile.
“Yes. How are you?” I replied, trying not to look at her impressive cleavage ... and failing.
“So what brings you to Bears Den?” she asked.
“Oh, I am looking at houses, now that I have been told I have the job, I need to find somewhere to live!” I said with a smile.
“Oh, it’s a great place to live, we love it here!” She said.
That we and the kids told me there would be no fun and games, which was a shame as I was feeling really horny. We moved forward and got served. I told Sara I was buying, I got two coffees, two juices for the kids, who Sara had introduced as Mike and Martha, and four slices of cake.
We took a table outside; the kids were well behaved and tucked into their cake. Sara and I talked about Bears Den and what it had to offer. Then I told her about the house I had picked. She told me she had lived there for a while. We had just finished our drinks when I saw someone coming our way, she had to be related to Sara as she was the spitting image of her.
Sara stood up and waved, and the lady walked over. It turned out it was Sara’s older sister and the mother of the children; her name was Amy. She joined us for a coffee.
The kids wandered off to play on the swings; they were close enough for Amy to keep an eye on them. Once Sara had introduced me, all the conversation centred on rugby. Amy told me she had never seen a game, even though her sister worked at the club.
I suggested she come and watch the game on Friday, and she said she might if she could find a babysitter. Then I remembered that we had been told it was a sell-out, but Sara said she could get some tickets.
Amy and the kids left us about half an hour later. The sun had gone, and the sky had turned a grey colour.
“Looks like we are on for a storm!” Sara said, and I stood up. I followed her lead. We walked back toward the carpark, and raindrops started to hit us.
“Fuck I am going to get wet!” Sara sighed.
“I have my hire car!” I said, “Do you want a lift?”
“I would love a lift!” she said, and we jogged over to the car.
We jumped in, and just in time, the rain was soon hammering down. Sara guided me to her house. In my head, I was still pondering what she meant by ‘we’.
The rain was still hammering down when we pulled onto the drive of a nice, big detached house.
I was not sure if I was going to be invited in, but as Sara took off her seatbelt and smiled at me.
“Fancy a coffee?” she asked.
“That would be nice!” I replied.
We jumped out of the car and ran up the drive to her porch. Sara unlocked the door and turned off the alarm. She led me into the kitchen and turned on an expensive-looking coffee machine. She asked me to take a seat, and I took the opportunity to cast my eye over the very sexy physio.
Once the coffee was made and a plate of cookies appeared as if by magic, Sara sat down, and we started to chat. She asked me about life and my rugby journey. Then I turned the tables and asked about her life. She told me her father had passed away and he had left her and Amy the proceeds of the sale of his engineering business, and that’s why she owned this great house. She had played hockey at school and had made the Canadian junior national team before a serious knee injury put a stop to that, which is why she became a physio.
We discussed my move to Canada and her idea of travelling and seeing the world.