She walked down the hall of the hotel. Her whistle jingled around her neck.
"Damn what room was I in?" She pulled out the card key and looked at the number written on the card's sleeve and realized she was in the wrong part of the floor. The tournament had been rough through the first few games. She had managed to keep the game mostly fair ,but there had been some times where she was nervous. It was over now though and she could go back to her room and just relax. Rylee wouldn't be here until tomorrow when her dad brought her up for her games. The excitement had been palatable when she told Rylee that she would be refereeing a few games for soccer.
She just wished the training had been easier. At least he had managed to keep his shirt on during the training. For the first few minutes the lingering arousal permeated everything she did. Everything she felt was centered around those feelings she had for him. As he put his hands on her hips to show her the difference between an illegal and legal tackle she had felt her nipples harden within her sports bra. His hands were rough in places ,but they were firm and warm. She crinkled her fingers as her thoughts drifted back to that day.
"Mmmmm " She could feel her eyes glaze over as she walked into the bathroom. She pulled the jersey over her head and looked in the mirror. Her fingers rubbed down the edge of her stomach as she could see the faint outline of her abs. The past three weeks had managed to trim off about 10 pounds from her small frame. A smile flashed across her face as she looked in the mirror. She shook her head as she pulled her shorts down. She slapped her ass.
"Naughty girl you shouldn't be thinking like that." The smallish boy shorts she wore were thin in places. She could feel the tingle drift from her ass to the center of her crotch. Her hand reached up and yanked off the panties and pulled them down her legs and off as she stepped into the shower. The warm water began to sooth the small aches that had accumulated throughout her body during the game. The air left her lungs as she poured a small pile of shampoo onto her hand. The water drifted down her breasts and her back.
The water warmed as she fingered the nob and rinsed out her hair. The steam filled the small bathroom as she began to hum. She loved a nice warm shower. It was like having the comfort of a warm bed poured down all over you. The scent of mint filled the air as she began to rub the small mint scented soap over her abdomen and her stomach. Her fingers traced the gentle curve of her stomach as she smiled. Being a gym rat for the past few years had toned her up.
"Not that Michael ever cared." She had done everything to attract his attention. The small frilly dresses, the tight leggings, and finally the coup de grace a simple black silk baby doll. All that each outfit got her was an empty bed by herself and a growing sense of unfufillment. The airy bubbles slipped down her thighs as she continued to rub the soap in. Her mind drifted back to the day her and Rich had begun to train for the tournament. His hands all over her body. She felt the heat well up in her stomach as her thoughts continued to drift back. His voice reverberating throughout her body. Its tone so persistent and stern. He had forced every extra rep he could out of her. Every drill she could do. The sweat had poured off her body as he barely broke a sweat.
Her arms ached as she thought back to the push ups. A firm push on her shoulder blade had forced her to look behind her. She had expected to see his foot ,but was greeted by his smiling face. His hand was firmly pressing down on her back to increase the resistance. The well of effort she had to draw from was deep ,but within a few moments she was finding it dry. His words were the only reason why she had continued.
Her chest began to heave as she gave into the thought. Her hands began to grope at her body. A finger pinching a nipple. Her thighs desperately clenched together rubbing trying to force the pleasure out of her body. Her hands had gently nudged his stomach for a brief second as he pulled her to her shaky feet. The world seemed to spin as he caught her. For the briefest of seconds she had felt the warm firmness of his skin. The smell of his body. She wanted to fall into his arms and never leave. The pleasure crossed her lips as she massaged her clit. Her hips grinding into her hand anxious to fulfill the need that had built in her mind. The sound of the water changed as her eyes darted open. She let out a exasperated cry as she heard the doorbell to the room ringing. She grabbed for the towel and quickly wrapped herself in it. Still dripping wet she hurled the door open.
"Uh hi Andy... did I come at a bad time?" Rich? She clenched her teeth as she looked at him holding up her gym bag.
"You left this at the field and it looked important so I thought I would bring it over, but I'll let you get back to your shower now." No! Don't leave. Not now. Not here. Her arm grabbed at him.
"No don't leave I don't want you to leave." Oh no did she just say that?
"I mean you're so nice to bring that up for me at least come in for a second and we can have some dinner. I think the Ruby Tuesday's downstairs is open now and we can have them bring it up." Think think this sounds too much like a date. Think of something he likes.
"We can watch the Playoffs." God I hope he likes baseball.
"Yeah sure that sounds fine ,but one question." .. just let me say yes by undoing your belt.
"Are you going to get dressed first." She threw up her hands in the shock of a laugh only to feel the towel ride down her chest and uncover her breasts. She quickly pulled it back up as they both turned red.
"Yeah I think that would be what we need." She darted back into the bathroom and dried off and pulled a t-shirt and shorts from her case and put them on. It was only when she was walking out the door that she realized she had forgot her panties. A lump formed in her throat as she tried to decide if she should go back for them. Her feet decided for her as she looked over at him lying on one of the queen sized beds with a Gatorade from the fridge. Her eyes scanned him from foot to head as she saw his lean frame.
"Wow." He looked over at her quizzically?
"Since when are you a Cubs fan?" Her eyes darted back to the TV as she saw a player darting around the bases. She breathed out and thought for a second before sitting next to him on the bed. He moved over a bit to give her more room. She wanted to lie down and nuzzle up to him and feel his arm wrap around her. She could feel her nipples harden as she tried to stifle the thought. Her hands were neatly folded over her lap as she sat there. A dull ache formed in her lower back as she kept it straight. Her stance stayed rigid as she was completely frozen. She would occasionally look back and manage a nervous smile. Then she felt it.
"Ow ow oh god." Her chest felt like it was on fire as her chest seized up.
"Andy what is it. What's wrong?" She grabbed her chest and laid back on the bed and put her hands over her chest. The muscles in her chest jerked uncontrollably as she closed her eyes. Then she felt his hands. They were so warm as he began to massage her chest. His hands played across her nipples and over each breast. His fingertips played across her collarbone as her eyes fluttered open. A look of shock crossed her face as she felt the pain subside. His legs straddled hers as he looked down at her. Her knee drifted across the inside of his shorts and she felt it. He was hard.
"Please?" She looked up at him with eyes pleading.
