A Girl and Her Trainer

Before she could speak, an epiphany struck.

"Is Coach Taylor more than just your boss?"

Sasha gently nibbled on her lower lip. "You know I'm sworn to secrecy about these things. But... technically I can't stop you if you're spying on us. So, Courtney, do you want to spy on our meeting?"

It was more of an invitation than an actual question. The mischievous expression on Sasha's wet face was even more prevalent. Whatever this was had piqued Courtney's interest in more ways than she could ever comprehend.

"Yes," she managed to reply.

Sasha flashed the widest smile. "Let me get dressed."

***

This was the first time Courtney had ever hidden inside of a dark closet and the door was open just an inch. Enough to give her a view into the office.

An hour ago she had been working out. Now here she was. Her body had been dried with a towel but her slicked back hair was still wet. The trainer had told her to remain barefoot and naked in there, because the 'risk would be an aphrodisiac.'

Her heartbeat rose the moment Coach Taylor entered the office space. Getting caught naked would (most likely) mean that she'd be kicked off the team. So she made sure to keep a safe distance away from the door opening so she'd remain hidden in the darkness.

"How are my players?" Coach Taylor asked. "Anyone slacking off yet?"

The Coach was highly-respected by the team and had a powerful presence. She was a gorgeous middle-aged white woman who, in many ways, reminded Courtney of her own mother. They had the same graceful, mature energy that younger people looked up to.

Sasha replied, "They do every rep that I ask them to do. Spirits are high, I'd say. They should be ready for the first practice."

"That's what I like to hear. Any standouts so far?"

"I'd have to say Courtney is," Sasha answered without hesitation. "That girl is a star and she goes above and beyond. Did you know she has the most amazing set of tits?"

Coach Taylor laughed, "I figured. She looks great in a jersey. Why? Did you manage to see her bare tits somehow?"

"Actually, we shared a workout and a shower. That's why I look like this."

The Coach looked stern. "That's grounds for being disciplined. It's blatantly against the misconduct rules and all the new health guidelines. Did you make Courtney eat your pussy? I hope you did."

Frozen in the closet, Courtney was shocked by what she had just heard. It was unlike the Coach to ever use a word like 'pussy,' let alone in the context of a sexual relationship with a player. In this political climate, people get fired over this sort of talk, even if it was a joke.

"It might be in the cards," Sasha replied with a straight face. "Who knows, I think there's potential."

"In my experience, showering together is always the way to start. It builds comfort and trust."

"God, I hope so. You should see her pussy. They're as cute as her pink nipples!"

The women shared a laugh and Courtney had never felt so mortified, listening to these women, whom she deeply respected and admired, talking so unabashedly about her body and sexuality.

"We'll get to Courtney someday," the Coach said. "For now, put your lips on mine. The lockdown has royally screwed up my orgasm cycle and my libido needs to be re-balanced."

It was a clear message and she watched Sasha gleefully get on her knees. The typically dominant trainer undid the Coach's pants and it was obvious what was about to happen. When the Coach's pants and panties came down, the trainer put her mouth there. Where it apparently belonged.

Courtney tried not to gasp as she spied from the closet. The women she was watching had been a major part of her life since she joined the team. These women shaped her, molded her, and forced her to grow as a young adult. They made her a better, stronger, more determined person.

Now she was watching these women engage in illicit sexual activities in the locker room office. The taboo was off the charts and she could even hear the slurping sounds of Sasha's tongue probing inside the Coach's pussy.

"Let's try and wrap this up," Coach Taylor said, still sounding as professional and commanding as ever. "We both have a busy schedule today."

"Mmm Hmmm...."

She watched Coach Taylor tilt her head back, enjoying the oral bliss that the team's fitness trainer was providing. Moans and licking sounds filled the room. When she saw the Coach's hands grab a nearby table for support, Courtney knew she was about to watch an orgasm.

Sure enough, the Coach released a moan that anyone would recognize as a sign of an impending climax. She watched it all unfold like something out of a pornographic movie scene. Coach Taylor, who always appeared so firm and authoritative on the field, now had a face writhing in pleasure, with a body that twisted and squirmed. Sasha did everything possible to push her tongue inside even further.

The Coach released a primal scream which echoed throughout the locker room, thinking there was actually privacy here. At that moment, Courtney almost felt bad for spying, intruding on such an immensely personal and intimate moment, but this was something she now needed to see.

A slurping sound emanated from where Coach Taylor's pussy and Sasha's mouth were connected. There had definitely been squirt and Sasha had certainly slurped it all down and devoured it.

The Coach's body gave a final tremble before she smiled.

"Your turn," Coach Taylor said, rubbing her fingers through Sasha's hair. "Let's trade places."

Watching the rest of this unfold was like torture to Courtney's pussy. She didn't dare touch herself, no matter how much her body needed it.

Instead, she had to stand in silence as Sasha got up and tongue swapped with Coach Taylor, making lewd noises as they exchanged orgasmic fluids in their mouths.

Then it was Sasha's turn to be bottomless when the Coach pulled her leggings down to eat her pussy. It was a jarring sight witnessing Coach Taylor in such a submissive position on her knees. Everybody respected this woman. She was there for people's needs. She commanded. She led. People admired her.

Now, Coach Taylor pressed her mouth onto Sasha's pussy and returned the oral favor, getting an immediate reaction. The women were skilled with what they were doing and were comfortable doing it. This was something that they had done plenty of times here in the locker room.

"You're in a mood today," Sasha moaned with a naughty grin. "Fuck... I'll definitely be cumming in your mouth at any moment."

Coach Taylor pulled her mouth away and kissed Sasha's thigh. "You better."

Unable to resist, Courtney gently brought her hand to her mound while watching. She rubbed around her crotch before slipping two fingers inside of her entrance. She did everything in her power not to make a sound. Getting caught would be a disaster.

She slipped her two fingers deeper and masturbated to what she was seeing. Never had her pussy throbbed so hard from such an explicit sight. She had long considered herself to be straight, but with a natural curiosity. This made her question everything.

When Sasha clenched her fingers through Coach Taylor's long hair and grunted, bucking her hips into the Coach's mouth, it was obvious that the women were about to share another orgasm together.

Courtney bit her lower lip and later clenched her teeth. Nearly every muscle in her body was exhausted from the workout, but she remained standing still and pleasuring herself. It was a struggle to keep herself from making any sort of noise.

As she rubbed, she felt a trickle down her thigh from her own leaking pussy. It would eventually drip to her feet. Her heart was pounding and she felt a burning desire inside. When this was over, she knew she may need a quick rinse in the shower.

In a twisted and perverted plan, Courtney wanted to cum the same time Sasha did. She wanted them to cum in secret unison. She wanted to cum while watching Sasha orgasm in the Coach's mouth.

So she slowed down a bit. Paced herself. When she watched Sasha cry and squeeze the Coach's long hair, that's when Courtney fingered herself a little faster and a little deeper. Enough to make her cum. But reasonable enough to be quiet about it, too.

They came at the same time. Where Sasha screamed and groaned, Courtney had to control her breathing and the squishy sounds that her fingers were making inside of her drenched pussy.

Yoga and cardio had worked wonders for a situation like this. A lesser woman would have at least breathed loudly in the closet, getting caught in the process. Courtney was no lesser woman. She mastered her breathing.

"Sweet as always," Coach Taylor smiled, looking up. "Like pineapple syrup."

"I'm glad I still have my magic flavor," Sasha smiled back.

The women stood face-to-face and kissed. Not necessarily as lovers, but as adults who had a strong desire for each other and shared a mutually beneficial arrangement. This was sex. Not love. And they had a great thing going.

Courtney gave her post-orgasmic pussy a soft rub as she watched the rest of this unfold. The women finished kissing before cleaning themselves and fixing their clothes, making themselves presentable to the outside world as leaders for the University's soccer team.

***

Even after the Coach left, Courtney just stood inside the closet as if she had done something wrong. She felt like a fool, standing there naked in her own puddle with wet fingers to confirm her guilt.

The closet door was opened wide by Sasha, who seemed thoroughly amused by the sight of Courtney standing there like that.

"You can come out now," Sasha giggled. "Don't worry about the mess. I'll clean that up. It's the least I can do."

Courtney's body started to cool down and she felt a chill from being naked for so long. When they stepped out of the office towards the locker area, Sasha gave her a gentle slap on the butt, as if to tease.

"What was that between you two?" Courtney asked when they stood by the locker bench where her gym bag was.

"That was reality. If you've got a bunch of athletic alpha women working closely together, things are bound to happen. It's as simple as that."

They were standing so close to each other that Courtney could practically smell sex in Sasha's breath. It smelled sweet and enticing. The aroma almost made her lightheaded, as if it had some kind of natural effect on her.

"I need a rinse," Courtney said, gesturing down to the wet streaks on her legs.

"Good idea. We wouldn't want any stains on your panties. Plus your feet are dirty now."

They went back to the shower and Courtney's feet left dirt marks on the wet tile floor. Sasha nurtured the athlete, turning on the shower, then spraying Courtney's legs. Sasha even used her hands to give Courtney's legs a quick rub.

When they went to the bench in the locker room, Courtney was told to sit down. She knew she'd be treated like a doll. It was what Sasha wanted. Possibly it turned Sasha on to treat a star player like this.

"We'll start with your panties," Sasha said, holding up a pair after digging through Courtney's gym bag. "Lift each foot and spread your legs."

By doing so, Courtney knew that she'd be exposing her pussy to the trainer, who gladly took a peek at the pink flesh. The panties slide between her feet and up her legs. Before the panties were worn, Sasha stopped and admired the view.

"I apologize, but I have to..." Sasha's voice trailed off, as if completely torn.

Courtney nodded. "Go ahead."

At that point, nothing surprised her anymore, not even Sasha bending down to give her pussy a quick series of licks. It felt sensational. The experienced tongue swiveled inside of her. Even after having an orgasm, these licks were appreciated.

"Ever have a woman do that to your pussy?" Sasha asked, licking her lips.

"That was my first time."

"I could tell by the way you've acted all morning. You taste good. You should share it more."

"Was the Coach right?" Courtney asked. "Do you really taste like pineapple syrup?"

Sasha pulled her leggings down. "Find out for yourself."

The trainer's pussy still glistened from the Coach's saliva and orgasmic fluids. The labia was black. The area was cleanly shaven. When Sasha used her fingers to spread herself, the pink flesh was exposed.

Courtney's morning had already been chaotic, both in terms of her physical training and her sexuality, and she figured she might as well complete the cycle. So she threw caution to the wind and gave it a generous taste, pressing her mouth against it and darting her tongue inside the wet hole.

Her first thought was that she enjoyed the texture. So this is what pussy feels like? Then she wondered which taste was more prevalent in her mouth; the Coach's saliva or Sasha's pussy juice. When she pushed her tongue further inside, she recognized the taste of pineapple syrup and realized that the Coach was right all along. It tasted sweet so she kept on licking and sucking.

"I'm multi-orgasmic," Sasha casually stated. "Just thought I'd let you know, if you keep going down this path."

Courtney looked up into her trainer's eyes as she kept on working her tongue. What was a little more? What was the harm in going further and getting to taste something new?

She worked her tongue in a way that she knew was pleasurable. Looking up towards Sasha's eyes, it worked. The trainer's eyes were filled with lust and were almost glazed. She watched Sasha's lips quiver.

The pussy felt warm with her tongue inside and the fluids coated her tongue. Although this was Courtney's first time, she had the audacity to perform like a pro. She was a seasoned athlete, after all.

As warned, Sasha was indeed multi-orgasmic and Courtney's mouth was filled to the brim with orgasm. She wondered if the Coach had to drink this much as well, or if Sasha's second orgasm was smaller. Whatever the case, Courtney drank it all down. She had already used the shower twice. She didn't want another mess on her body.

Her mouth slurped everything and she tried not to gag. Like wine, Courtney knew she still had to acquire the taste and texture for it, and she was glad her first time was with Sasha.

When she finished, she looked up at Sasha like a puppy, who reached down and wiped the sides of her mouth.

Sasha bent down for a kiss and their lips touched. It was Courtney's first girl-kiss and she enjoyed the fullness of Sasha's lips. It was a new experience. The tongues came out and they swapped Sasha's orgasm between their mouths.

"You kiss as well as you eat pussy," Sasha winked. "Now let's get you dressed."

"I'm officially spoiled by your training style."

"As you should be."

Like a doll, Courtney sat there as Sasha bent down to dress her. The shorts came first. Then a bra, tucking away Courtney's erect pink nipples. Then a tshirt. Finally, Courtney held her legs out so Sasha could put socks and shoes on her feet.

The End

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