I wake up in bed alone. I look at the clock only to see it is 4 pm. I obviously needed the rest. I stretch and slip out of bed. I open the drawer we use for my things when I visit. I pull out my running shorts, jog bra, tank top, and socks. I get dressed, clip on my iPod and walk out the door.
I step outside and notice your truck still in your parking space. I walk into the grass and start to stretch. I adjust my ponytail and then I take off down the street.
I run around the park dozens of times and arrive in front of your school. I find my way behind the school and lean against a tree. You are easy to spot and I just stand there watching you coach. I take in my surroundings. The school grounds are beautiful. Your team is disciplined and practice seems to be going good. You're so relaxed wearing mesh shorts, a tshirt, and a UofO hat.
I find my way into the school and wander the halls. Oddly enough, I look up and I'm standing in front of your classroom. I turn the knob and walk in. I'm flipping through a textbook when I hear your door open. You stop in the doorway and look at me.
"Sir, you're staring," I say with a grin.
"Sorry. I'm just burning every inch of you to memory," you reply with a shrug.
You turn and close the door. You come up behind me and pull on my ponytail. I gasp at the force of your grip and you bend down to growl in my ear. "So, slut, what are you doing here?"
"I went for a run and ended up here," I murmur.
You pull harder on my ponytail until I stand up. You forcefully turn me to face you and you crush your mouth to mine. Breaking the kiss, you step away from me. "Ready to go back to my place?"
"Yes," I whisper.
We jog back to your place in silence. As soon as we enter the foyer, you grab my arm. I look up at you questioningly. You pull my hair from the elastic and run your hands through it, pulling me in for a kiss.
You again break the kiss and pull my tank top over my head. You step back and stare at me without speaking. I'm trying not to squirm under your intense gaze when you reach out and run your finger across my bottom lip. My tongue slips out of my mouth and flicks your finger, making you groan.
Before I can think, you have me pressed against the wall with your knee between my legs. My pussy is throbbing and I start to grind my clit on your thigh.
Not missing a beat, you pick me up and wrap my legs around your waist. You carry me to the bedroom and we fall onto the bed. You break the kiss and I open my eyes. You stand up and order me to stand up as well.
"Turn on the stereo and strip," you say.