Mr. Henderson: Girls swim coach.

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OOC: This is an SRP about a single, 40’s, male PE instructor at a university who also coachs the ladies swim teem for the university. My intent is to conduct this as an open SRP. I will play coach Henderson and I hope ladies will post in character as the ladies in the swim team. PM me if I can help with suggestions for characters and plots. I’d like to have a balanced SRP; that is some non-sexual posting, some flirting or maybe some hijacks, and some sexual role play too. There could be RP between the ladies and the coach, or between the ladies too. Let’s just see where this goes. I could make some suggestions for plots is things are going slow.


IC:
State University has a good lady’s swim team--and that’s not by chance! I (coach Henderson) won the state championship twice when I was a student here many years ago. My trophies are in the Physical Education showcase to prove it! So I know what I’m doing. Years ago, when I started working at the university as a phys. Ed. Instructor, I discovered that there was no ladies swim team. The men’s team had a good program going, and for a time I was the assistant coach for that team—coach Philips was, and still is, the head coach for that team. Some time went by when it became plain to me that we needed a ladies swim program. There were plenty of ladies competitions around the state and a few ladies even inquired about a swim team, but we had to say that we didn’t have one. Finally, a few years ago, I volunteered to start the ladies swim program, and it’s been very successful. We’ve sent a few ladies to the state finals, but we haven’t been able to win a state competition yet. Maybe this year might be the year!

I put the ladies through some real drills; there’s no goofing off! We do supervised swim practice three times a week. In the swim practice the ladies dress out and meet by the pool—being late or goofing off is not tolerated. Then I talk briefly about the days exorcises and any upcoming meets that we are participating in. Then it’s poolside warm-ups consisting of plenty of sit-up, push-up, chin-ups, and then it’s in the pool for a few laps. After warm ups we practice competition swim techniques for an hour. The ladies are usually pretty beat by the end of practice. Then the ladies have other requirements: they are required do work out in the weight room for an hour five days a week, and, last but not least, maintain at least a B average. And this year I managed to convince the administration to offer two swim scholarships.

Even though I’m all business about the swim team—lets face it—coaching the ladies swim team does have it’s ‘benefits’. All the swimmers are the fittest looking young ladies that I’ve ever seen! Some are fresh out of high school; others have been on the team since the program started, four years ago. They are required to ware a uniform swimsuit for practice and competition. This suite would have been banned when I was a student! It’s a one peace job, black lycra with the school emblem above the right thy. The suite is cut high above the hips—almost to the level of the navel, and the back is cut in a “Rio” style showing a lot of ass! The material is thin and, even though a one piece, leaves little to the imagination—especially when wet! I think some of the girls know how good they look and have occasionally flirted at me or given me a wink. A few of the other coaches have kidded me about this reminding them of Baywatch, or why don’t I “…take a ‘dip’ with one of the girls.” But this is all just kidding—I’m sure.

It’s now almost 4pm and the girls are starting to line up at the pool. A few are still strolling in caring their duffel bags and depositing them by the bleachers. “Let’s go ladies---almost four---lets go.”, I say while they start to assemble and still chat about trivial things. I have my clip board and check the team member off as they lineup. It’s almost four and there are still a few ladies missing. I look to the door leading from the pool area to the ladies changing room and wonder if we may have a few ‘MIAs’ to day.

 

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Just a little bit to help get things rolling.

Ashley was distressed. She was going to be late for swim practice. She stayed too late for math study—not because she was concerned about passing the Calculus test next week, but because, Matt, the student teacher was HOT! But now she was running clear across campus, carrying her large duffel bag, to the pool. Ashley couldn’t be late—she was on a swim scholarship—and being late for swim practice would not bode well with administration.

Ashley raced into the ladies locker room, almost bumping into a few girls. She didn’t have time to find a booth to change, she went right behind the concealment wall next to the open doorway connecting the ladies locker room and the pool. It was about one minute to four according to the wall clock. Ashley striped naked as fast as she could leaving her street close in a pile in front of her. Some passing girls glanced and made sly looks at the helpless naked girl. Ashley unzipped her duffle bag and desperately started rummaging through it looking for her swimsuit, but could not find it at first. There naked, while other past by, she was on her knees rummaging in her black bag looking for a black suit so small that it could fin in a pocket! “Oh God! Did I forget it in the dorm!”, Ashley could hear Coach lecturing her about missing practice! Just then she found it! Ashley stud up and stepped into the lag openings and in one move pulled the stretch suit over her body and over her shoulders. She then stooped down to collect her street close and pack them into her duffle bag. Looking at the clock as she stepped out the door—it was four pm on the mark!

 

[Katamari Roller]

I was one of the first girls in the stragglers´ group to come out of the locker room, in the black lycra uniform that all the team had to wear, and which revealed the shapes of our bodies leaving little undisclosed. And I was no exception.

I´ve always been considered a bit of a tomboy, even though my name, Rose, does not seem conducive to it. I have dark hair cut short on the back, while a long fringe on the front almost reaches my right eye. My eyes, dark as my hair, have an intelligent, and somewhat aggressive look to them, or at least that´s what they tell me. I am calm and intelligent, and quite sincere (at least, I hope so!), which makes me somewhat popular among those that appreciate a woman with a brain.

And I don´t lack in physique, either. I might be a little shorter than the average, and quite slim and slender, but I have two things that the swimsuit favours. First, a quite attractive butt. Firm and perky, not unlike my breasts. I´m a C cup when compared to the average woman, but being of smaller proportions, my breasts look bigger. Like two perfectly round globes that stand high and firm on my chest. The result is a pretty impressive figure in a smaller package. If I am not popular for my brains, then my body seems more than enough among the boys.

Just the way I like it.

I walked calmly out of the locker room and stood in line with the others, staring at the coach intensely. Well, at least that is the impression people usually get when I look at them, because of my tomboyish haircut and reserved attitude. But the truth is that if the coach is enjoying the sight, I am enjoying the situation too. I have a bit of... a taste, for public events such as these. It was not strange for a few male students to come watch the training, and I like that kind of environment, which makes my blood boil and my muscles relax and tense at intervals, making me one of the best swimmers of the team.

And the coach being the only male allowed to interact with us during the trainings, I find myself thinking about him very often. Because of this, I turned just a little to the side. The cold in the air, before we warmed up, caused my nipples to peak under the swimsuit, and I wanted the teacher to notice, as usual...

 

[Sexual_Muse]

"Jocie." His voice begged as I climbed out of my current boyfriend's truck. "Come on you can't leave me like this." His arm was reaching out for me even as I shut the door.

"Look I told you that that would happen if you stayed and watched." I told Caleb, talking about the dance class he had stayed to watch. For one reason or another it worked him up, then again most everything did. "And like always no is the only answer that you're getting from me." I gave him a weak smile as I walked backwards to the pool. "Bye." Caleb wasn't my type as far as guys went. He was slightly needy, dumb and way too horny. Why am I going out whit him you might ask? Well he was on the male swim team and had a body to die for but even the sight of him was wearing thin. I wasn't having sex with him and it was getting on his nerves but like I said, Caleb wasn't my type and I don't fuck guys out of my type. I turned just in time to watch him pull out of the parking lot and wished that I did. His body made me want him but the moment he opened his mouth the image was ruined. "Ah what a shame." I sighed making it to the changing room with time to spare.

Now in high school and all through my younger years I had grown out kind of goofy. Nothing ever seemed to fit as parts grew in. It made me a picture to point and laugh at and as many times as my mother told me that I was a lovely lady I developed a self image of myself that at times tore me up inside. It didn’t help that I was somewhat of a geek. In high school I didn’t really fit in anywhere other then my Navy ROTC unit and the swim team and even then at time I felt left out. But either way those where the two things I poured my self into my high school years besides my schooling that is.

At the age of twenty I no longer have that problem of mismatched pieces. My gangly goofy body grew out and my breast came in, a perky teardrop c cup that I’m now very proud of; my ass also filled out but not nearly as much as I had hoped as I can still be called a small ass but it’s firm and I guess in a way that makes up for it but the thing I love best about myself are my legs. I’ve always been tall but my legs now seem to go on forever and with the harsh training of ROTC and sports they’re toned and tanned. But even with all these changes in my appearance I still harbor the horrid self image of my high school self.

Dressed in my swim suit I sat on the side of the pool with my feet just in the water with a book in hand. I was a good twelve chapters into the new Karen Miller book and for a book that I picked up on a whim it was proving to be rather good. With a quick look at my watch I noted that it was almost four. Not three seconds later Coach Henderson gave the always predictable ’Come on girls it’s almost four’ speech and like always I stood up threw my book into my duffle and threw my duffle towards the bleachers.

 

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While Bill Henderson waited for the young ladies to assemble next to the pool, he let his mind wonder to the notice that he received yesterday...the notice formalizing his divorce with his former wife of seven years. It was just a matter of two people drifting apart. But now he was ‘officially’ single. Not that it really meant that much, Bill had been dating on-and-off for some time. He also couldn’t help thinking about how a few of his fellow teachers have affaires or ‘flings’ with their students. Even though there is an unwritten law against such activity, but a good looking older man—a young lady looking for a hot older man… Bill remembered what his friend Jim, a good looking the art teacher, said, “I can have practically any babe I want…all I have to do is give them a ‘wink’.” Bill was not that overt, however he did find himself tempted sometimes by the trim and toned ladies in their tight suits. Just then Bill realized that the ladies were waiting for him.

Bill noticed Rose looking at him as she sometimes did, and looked down upon her shapely form. Bill sometimes wondered about that kind of look. Was it just her sultry way, or was it something else. Was she poising for him? Remembering what Jim one said to him, “Dude-if the ladies gives you the ‘eye’…go for it!” Bill took a deep breath and put the thought out of his mind.

Jocie walked up to the group and next to Rose. Bill noticed her form as well. Jocie was the tallest of the swim team and stud out in that way.

“OK ladies let me have your attention…”, coach Henderson waited for the mingling to come to an end. “Now remember we have a match next week with the Dolphins.” “We didn’t do to well against them last time…” (Bill paused to let it sink in) “…and we don’t what that to happen again…right!” Coach continued in a deeper tone, “We only have a few days to prepare. So I want to see all of you really put out!” “Ok…lets start with twenty push-ups.” Coach Henderson believes in participating with athletes so he usually trains with the students. As the ladies go down on the ground, coach did also. Coach started the firs push-up and counted ‘one’…’two’… Coach looked to his side to check that the ladies were doing ‘honest’ push-ups.


OOC:
Sorry for not posing sooner. FYI, I can only post about once a week because of RL and a bit of writer’s cramp. Hope that ok.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Only a few days? I didn´t believe that would be enough time for us to improve, even if we put all of our dedication into it. But even if I don´t believe in miracles, I also believed in not letting the coach down, so at least I could give it my all and not regret it later. I inmediately got down and started doing the push-ups, glancing at the coach now and then.

That was something I liked about him, how he didn´t leave us to do all the work. That gave us something to think about, and also made it easier for me to keep my eyes on him. I knew the coach was not the youngest man ever to train a swimming team, but he didn´t look that old to me.

As I did my push-ups, I had a good look at him. He was fit, there could be no doubt about that. I had been in swimming classes before, and the difference was easy to tell. Mr. Henderson was lean, fit, strong, and didn´t resent the exercise. I knew most of us in the team would be getting tired faster than he did. Maybe he did the exercises along with us to keep his body in check, but I suspected that he also enjoyed having a sizeable number of women sweating and panting at the end of the day. I noticed his eyes mostly looking at us, checking that we were being honest in the exercise, but I wondered if the merest flicker of his eyes didn´t mean his sight wandered now and then to our thigs, or our breasts. Being so close to the ground, sometimes I felt my breasts brush the floor when I went in a bit too deep...

 

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plot ideas?

OOC:
Hi ladies.
First off, thanks very much for posting with me!
I was thinking of a plot. Here’s just an idea. The team goes to the swim match which is out of state. Coach is the only chaperone. The team stays in a hotel for a night and one thing leads to another. What do you think? I’m open to other plots.

SA

 

[Katamari Roller]

OOC: That sounds quite fine to me.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

OOC: Works for me.​

I tried to resist the urge to flinch at the memory of being beaten by the Dolphins yet again and the thought of having to face them again was like a kick to the side. That would mean longer and harder training sessions. Not that it bothered me or anything it was just... well, Bill was rather good looking man and he was a swimmer. How much hotter could you get?

The sound of the Coach's voice brought me out of my day dream and back to swim practice just in time to hear the order for twenty push ups. Taking a deep breath I dropped to the ground with the other girls and started my push ups making sure my back stayed straight my arms bent to 90 degrees or less and kept pace with the other girls in counting out loud.

Out of habit I always let my mind wander while training, it made the time go by faster or that's what I told myself. Other girls did the same thing and from the corner of my eye I caught sight of the Coach. With a body like that wrapped in muscles I bet he could fuck for hours. A smile touched my lips as my mind took the thought further. Whether it was what Caleb had been talking about before or if the mood just hit I couldn't, no wouldn't stop myself in my thinking. The image of the Coach laid over me with his hot hard body covering mine, my legs wrapped around his ass as he slowly entered me. Me on all fours with his hands on my hips holding me to him as he slams into me. Pinned up against the wall of the locker room with only his body and the wall keeping me up as he fucks me. The train of thought had captured me so deeply that I had stopped counting and the only reason I knew that was because my knees had given out on me and hit the floor. I was frozen there not yet aware of what was going on a quick look around told me we were still doing push ups. A beat and a half later I was back on track with everyone else once again voicing the counts. My cheeks felt hot and I knew I was blushing and I tried to hide that by tucking my chin to my chest until the push ups were done.

 

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OOC: Katamari, what is your character’s name?

FYI, coach is dressed in a T shirt and boxer swim pants.

I’m not a “sideline coach”. I work right along with my team hoping to instill the idea that “if a ’40 something’ old fart like me can do it then so can you!” So I assume the correct position for doing push ups to give the team an example. My lags are tight, my back flat, and my arms at 90 degrees as my arms ripple as we continue with the warm ups. I count off with the team as we do push ups. “…ten…eleven…” I could do about fifty, but I only require the ladies to do at least twenty. “…twelve… “ I look over my shoulder to see if anyone is slacking off, and I’m disappointed to see Jocie already had stopped momentarily and seemed to be ‘off in thought’ somewhere. “Come on Jocie! You can daydream about your boyfriend some other time! Let’s get with the program!”, I shout to snap her out of her trance. Some of the other ladies looked at Jocie and giggled a bit. It might be a bit nasty for me to make remarks like that, but a little pier pressure does wonders for keeping the team members motivated!

“…thirteen…fourteen…” I again nonchalantly turned to the team to check their form and when I did I just happened to be looking at one of the ladies who was looking right at me. If I didn’t know better, she seemed to be looking at me with a bit of a sultry expression on her face. Was it just my imagination, or was she ‘eyeing’ me! I’ll never admit it, but I’ve eyed her a bit in the past. It’s just that fine ‘rack’ of hers! All my former girlfriends and my ex-wife where flat chested. Just once in my life I’d like to have a ‘tumble’ with a little ‘peach’ like that! I snapped out of it and continued the count “…fifteen…sixteen…” I did often get looks from the lady students on campus especially around the pool. I do have a good physique…something like the guys on ‘baywatch’. In fact one of the lady coaches…Dian, she’s married but a bit of a flirt…she once remarked, while I was drying off, “With a bod like that…I’d join up with your lady’s swim team!”

“…seventeen…eighteen…come on ladies lets go!” My mind wanders a bit as I watch a few of the ladies starting to fade a bit. I was never into the ‘twiggy’ type. To me a sexy female body is a fit body…like the young ladies on the team! Muscular arms and lags, tight abs and firm buts…very nice! “…nineteen…aaaand…twenty!” I stand up again and give the team a bit of a hand and say, “Ok…very nice. Now, twenty sit ups and we’re in the pool!”

We lay down to start sit-ups, and I say, for the hundredth time, “Remember lower backs NEVER leave the ground and abs tight at all times!” I pause then start counting, “Ok, lets go…one…two…” About half way through I get up and walk around to check out their form, while still counting, “…fourteen…fifteen…”. I can see a few of the ladies starting to ‘cheat’, so I walk up to one of them and place my large hand across the girls tight lower abe and squeeze it a bit through her thin stretch swimsuit and say, “Give me a tight abe. Don’t let me squeeze it!” “…sixteen…seventeen…” I look around to see if any to the other ladies are ‘cheating’.


OOC: as you can see, I don’t post to often. I’m really sorry, but that’s partly because of real life and partly writer’s cramp. Hope that’s not a problem to you ladies.

 

[Katamari Roller]

OOC: I´m actually going through something similar, so no worries. As for my character´s name, it is "Rose". I hope to post soon, but don´t let me delay you if you decide to post sooner than me, Muse.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Rose

Situps. I hate situps. They are not the most comfortable exercise ever, and I don´t really feel like I am fully doing a good job with them. They are the kind of exercise that, at least to me, don´t exhibit a good result. Besides, I am thin enough, I don´t want to have a tighter stomach. So I use situps to relax.

I imagine that is the reason Jocie stopped in the middle of her exercises. She seems fairly stronger than me, so I´m sure push-ups present no problem to her. Although, maybe there is something else? Perhaps something to do with her boyfriend...

I lie down, close my eyes and get comfortable. Then, pull up. But without effort. Just go as far as I can go without getting too tired or straining my body. It is easy work. But it also does something funny, which is kind of make my breasts bounce and jiggle just a little bit. The tight swimsuit closes around them, hugging them almost completely, the way only a man´s hands could. This is actually embarrassing. One of the problems with my breasts is that blouses and tops of my size are rarely prepared to accomodate their volume. Again, they are... a painting too big for such a small frame, so to speak. And this means that I often must pay something extra for my clothes.

This has its good side, though... it makes showing off my body easy even while fully clothed.

“Give me a tight abe. Don’t let me squeeze it!”

I open an eye slightly and look to my side. The coach is pressing down on one of the other girls´ stomachs. He caught her cheating. Of course, my first reaction is to put more effort into it. Nobody likes being scolded, after all. But, after the first pull-up, my already slightly aroused mind comes up with an interesting alternative.

Do I really want to stop the coach from putting his hand on my stomach?

I close my eyes completely again, and just go on, wondering how the coach´s large, strong hands must feel. I also wonder how many women have enjoyed his hands, and if I´ll ever be lucky enough to do so as well. As I think about it, my mind starts running through a series of images, each more pleasant than the last, in quick succession. His hands on my stomach, first. Then, his large fingers creeping up, and down. One hand cupping one of my breasts, squeezing and rubbing, testing it, maybe to see if it is real (I would be surprised if he didn´t). Another going down to my butt, and taking a cheek in it, rubbing it to test its firmness as well. But, eventually, the coach steps behind me, and wraps his hands around my obscene breasts, playing with them...

I´m jolted out of my reverie, I don´t know how, or why, to notice that my nipples are almost hard under the lycra! I blush, really hoping that nobody will notice, even if I could just pass it up as the effect of the cold, or something. I´m not sure that would fly with the rest of the team, or the coach...