The initial players for this thread are SexyChele and TedScamp. This thread is not entirely closed, but we will consider other players by PM only. Female players may be considered, but we are looking for another male player who isn’t opposed to playing with man. As always, comments via PM are gratefully encouraged. We hope you enjoy!
Amanda Burke arrived at the field and parked her car in the parking lot. She looked around, but didn’t see the young man she was supposed to coach. Oh well, she was a bit early. She got out of the car, then walked back to the trunk to retrieve her bag. She walked out to the track, and went to the equipment shed as she had told him she would be.
Ms. Burke, as she was better known, normally coached girl’s basketball, track, and gymnastics at the local high school. Last week she had been contacted by mother with a request to coach her son for track. It seemed the kid was going to college next spring and stood a good chance for a track scholarship. But the deciding meet was coming up and he needed a little extra help to get the edge. Most of the men coaches were occupied with other young men trying to do the exact same thing, and this kid’s mother had seen Ms. Burke’s work at the last gymnastics meet and decided Ms. Burke was just what her son needed.
Ms. Burke smiled at the thought of that. She had seen the young man in question, and she knew she could certainly help him out in more ways than he would expect. Several of her “girls” had learned that there were extra privileges if they worked at pleasing Ms. Burke. The idea of training a young man in the same fashion intrigued her.
As she rummaged through her bag, Ms. Burke could feel the eyes of several of the runners on her. She was used to that. Almost all her life she had been the object of people’s attention. It wasn’t hard to understand why. At 5’11” she towered over most women – even men – and with her long, thick black hair, pale skin, and bright blue eyes, she made a striking woman. Today she had her hair pulled back severely in a tight ponytail, and her workout pants hugged every curve of her waist and ass, while the sports bra she wore barely contained the breasts it was designed to support. She wasn’t fat, but Ms. Burke had a body that was femininely muscular – tight, hard, and curvy.
She looked at her watch, eager to get started, and wondered where he was. 5 minutes was not a good way to start training, in her opinion. Perhaps she must come up with a punishment for him? Her full lips slowly grew into a smile at the thought. Maybe, just maybe…..
Amanda Burke arrived at the field and parked her car in the parking lot. She looked around, but didn’t see the young man she was supposed to coach. Oh well, she was a bit early. She got out of the car, then walked back to the trunk to retrieve her bag. She walked out to the track, and went to the equipment shed as she had told him she would be.
Ms. Burke, as she was better known, normally coached girl’s basketball, track, and gymnastics at the local high school. Last week she had been contacted by mother with a request to coach her son for track. It seemed the kid was going to college next spring and stood a good chance for a track scholarship. But the deciding meet was coming up and he needed a little extra help to get the edge. Most of the men coaches were occupied with other young men trying to do the exact same thing, and this kid’s mother had seen Ms. Burke’s work at the last gymnastics meet and decided Ms. Burke was just what her son needed.
Ms. Burke smiled at the thought of that. She had seen the young man in question, and she knew she could certainly help him out in more ways than he would expect. Several of her “girls” had learned that there were extra privileges if they worked at pleasing Ms. Burke. The idea of training a young man in the same fashion intrigued her.
As she rummaged through her bag, Ms. Burke could feel the eyes of several of the runners on her. She was used to that. Almost all her life she had been the object of people’s attention. It wasn’t hard to understand why. At 5’11” she towered over most women – even men – and with her long, thick black hair, pale skin, and bright blue eyes, she made a striking woman. Today she had her hair pulled back severely in a tight ponytail, and her workout pants hugged every curve of her waist and ass, while the sports bra she wore barely contained the breasts it was designed to support. She wasn’t fat, but Ms. Burke had a body that was femininely muscular – tight, hard, and curvy.
She looked at her watch, eager to get started, and wondered where he was. 5 minutes was not a good way to start training, in her opinion. Perhaps she must come up with a punishment for him? Her full lips slowly grew into a smile at the thought. Maybe, just maybe…..
