Chapter 4

There was no call from Kirsten, but that didn't mean she was going to return either. I waited in my office until well past the normal closing time, just in case she decided to stop in. It was raining outside, pretty much a downpour, so I was in no hurry to make the dash to my car anyway. As I was turning out the lights, the door flew open and Kirsten stepped in, quickly closing the door behind her.

"I had to wait until no one would see me come in," she said. Quickly, she locked the door.

"I don't understand. Why do you feel it necessary to be secretive?"

"Lara told me today that she wanted to come back for another visit also, but I told her that you weren't going to be here. I didn't want her to spoil my time."

Already jealousy was creeping in, and I saw no good coming from that. "Kirsten, Lara could have come, and two or three others and it would not have any impact on our meeting." This was bullshit, and I knew it, but she didn't, and I figured it was the best way to put a stop to the jealousy issue.

"How are you feeling?"

"I was really sore yesterday, but today I feel much better. Will it hurt again this time?"

"No, Kirsten, it should only hurt the first time. This time, I think we will do something a little different, to exercise a few more of your muscles."

We went into the massage room and she began to undress. On her back on the table, I began caressing her breasts, just drawing big circles around them and then dragging a thumbnail across her nipple now and then. As I bent down to kiss them, and suck on them, I let my hand travel down to the v of her crotch. Brushing my fingers very softly through her hair, I teased at her lips and clit ever so slightly until I heard her begin to moan. Quickly, I moved lower and brought my lips to her thighs, toying with my tongue but avoiding contact. She could feel me exhale, and I purposely blew towards her clit, once again, just to tease.

With one finger, I slid up and down her lips, across her clit and to her vagina, and finally into it to test her reactions. As I had hoped, it brought another sigh and a lifting of her hips to meet the penetrator. Quickly, I dropped my pants and moved to enter her. I pushed the head of my cock in slowly, waiting for a reaction, but saw only a smile form on her face. I went further into her, enjoying a sudden release of her lubricant and with little more effort, managed to hit bottom. I began fucking her in earnest, and she responded, awkwardly at first, to meet my movements. It was not long before I felt her tense and then clamp her legs around me. She started to mouth some words, but nothing came out as she proceeded to kick her heels into my back. I missed a few strokes, from the surprise of her kicking, but then resumed pumping into her until I felt her clamp down on my cock again. That brought me over the edge, and I blasted deep into her once again.

Now she was dreamy, wanting to hold me, asking me to lie down next to her, then sitting up and throwing her arms around me as I stood there with my pants on the floor and my cum dripping from her cunt onto them.

"What else did you want to do, Coach Paul? You said we would work on some other muscles today too."

"Come over here to this other bench" I said. It was a strange looking contraption, something like a prayer rail with a knee pad. The cushioned kneeling area provided comfort and increased the kneeler's ability to remain there. About one foot above the kneeling pad was another rail. It tool was padded, and emerging from it was a cushioned flat area to rest the upper body.