As a teenager I found myself to be naturally gifted at athletics, but as not quite as academically gifted. When I got myself into university, I suddenly found that any spare time was taken up studying rather than chasing my sporting prowess. Looking back, it is perhaps one of my few regrets.
However, move forward 25 years and I suddenly found myself back at the side of an athletics track as one of my teenage daughters decided to show an interest. After several months of standing on the side-lines I was then approached by Sue, one of the senior coaches and asked if I fancied coaching myself.
After helping out for about another six months, I suddenly found myself undertaking the Assistant Coach qualifications courtesy of the club and Sue and Jill became my mentors.
Sue was the Matriarch of the club having been involved in some capacity for nearly thirty years. She was approaching retirement at sixty-three, but showed no sign of slowing down when it came to the club.
Jill on the other hand had only been with the club for a couple of years, like myself having young daughters receiving coaching. She was a bubbly thirty-six year old, having started her family quite a bit earlier than me, and as I later found out was on her second partner.
She was tall and willowy, with long wavy blonde hair, often tied back in a pony-tail, and very sparkly blue eyes. She was very easy to get on with and I would be lying if I said that there was no attraction between us although mostly in a light flirty manner.
As to her figure, it was difficult to say with certainty as we mostly spent our evenings swaddled in layers of sporting gear trying to keep warm as our athletes sweated their butts off.
Anyway, suddenly Jill stopped coming to the club on a Wednesday night, and from Sue I learned that she had had a bust up with Alistair, the club President, and had changed her coaching night to a Monday so she didn't have to see him.
A rumour that began to circulate around some of the other coaches was that Alistair had tried it on with Jill, but had been well and truly knocked back.
About two months later I got my Assistant Coaching certificate and my own group of athletes and things were going well.
In April of the following year I was suddenly asked if I wanted to come along to a Coaches night out. The club had had a very successful cross country and indoor athletics season, and the other coaches had decided that we deserved a night out to celebrate the success of our athletes.
So a Friday night was chosen and a local Italian Restaurant booked for ten people. The three or four days before had been unseasonably warm and looked set to continue for the next week, so that suddenly everyone was going about dressed as if it was the height of Summer, me included.
I got my wife to drop me off at the restaurant, I was already running late, and found everyone else seated, leaving me a seat on the end of one side of the table next to Sue.
Barely had I sat down before Alistair stood and to my embarrassment produced a present for me from the other coaches to celebrate passing my coaching certificate and also my recently passed forty-eighth birthday.
As I stood up and leant over the table to take my present I suddenly found my chest encircled by a long thin pair of bare arms. It was Jill who had just returned from a visit to the toilets. I hadn't really clocked her absence, but wouldn't have been surprised if she hadn't come based on what had happened a few months earlier.
"Congratulations Bobby!" she cried out, then in a much lower voice whispered in my ear, "To the sexiest man here!"
I began to colour up slightly and tried to turn round in her arms, but as I did I became very conscious of two little bullets sticking into my back. Now I was very intrigued.
As I started to turn Jill let go of me, and quickly made her way back to her seat which was on the other side of Sue, and directly opposite Alistair. I was very bemused, what was going to happen here.
The evening progressed and we had our starters and our main courses. During this time I was able to gain quite a bit of insight about my coaching colleagues past histories etc. I was also able to cast a glance over Jill, without her baggy tracksuits on, wow, was she a stunner! And I was not the only one, I had watched Alistair visually undress her at every opportunity.
Courtesy of the warm weather she was wearing a figure hugging, high-necked, but bare-armed, satin Chinese style dress which barely made it to mid-thigh. The thin material hugged every curve displaying her prominent breasts and very slim waist.
What was also unusual about it was that it had a zip running the full length of the front of the dress from just below her chin to the hem of the dress. She was also wearing what I thought were sheer black tights and knee high black boots, with a three-inch heel, which now made her slightly taller than myself.
She looked gorgeous, as again she had her hair tied back in a ponytail and believe it or not no make-up.
As we were waiting for our desserts to arrive I was talking to Sue about some of the clubs better athletes and mentioned that I was really pleased at how well Jill's daughters were performing.
At the mention of her daughter's names Jill turned from talking to Steven and Debbie on her opposite side to join in our conversation.
However, as she swivelled in her seat to face us, she also had to spread her legs to get them past the leg of the table giving me an uninterrupted view up her very short dress, to confirm that she was in fact wearing stay-up stockings, and to her silky black panty-clad pussy.
Realising I had witnessed something I perhaps shouldn't have I quickly looked up to find Jill grinning broadly at me and making no attempt to hide her charms.
With her joining in the conversation with Sue and me, my eyes now began a three way movement, to Sue as she spoke, down between Jill's legs then up into her smiling face.
We continued to chat like this for another few minutes then Sue announced that she had to go and 'spend a penny' and off she went.
As soon as Sue was gone, Jill lifted one of her legs to place her boot on the cross bar of Sue's chair thus spreading her legs even further. I tried not to stare, too much!
This was a definite 'come on' in my book and I wanted to see just how far she would go.
"What would your Man say if he knew you were flashing yourself like this? I quietly quizzed Jill.
Dropping a hand down to nonchalantly rub her fingers across her panties she whispered back.
"Frank,... he'd be so excited, it's one of his biggest fantasies" she purred, staring at me as if daring me to make the next move.
"So you do this a lot?" I queried raising an interested eyebrow.
Jill just nodded, biting her bottom lip.
"And how does Frank find out? Do you do it when you are out together?" I continued.
"Nah! I tell him when I get home" she taunted "then he fucks me silly."
I could now see a way to call her bluff. Reaching over beside her, I took her mobile phone and quickly found Frank's number in her text messages before changing the phone to camera mode. Then turning to Gary, Marion and Alistair on the other side of the table.
"Smile everyone, need photos of tonight for the website" and quickly took their photo, before shifting and repeating with Alistair, Pauline and Jackie.
Then leaning forward I turned towards Jill, Steven and Debbie and got them as well, before ever so quickly tilting the camera down as if to check the photos I'd taken and snapped off one showing my view between Jill's legs.
Within in seconds I had that last one attached to a message to Frank and fired it off before following it with a short text message.
Mmmmmmm looks tasty! A friend
Just as I was handing Jill her phone back she suddenly dropped her boot back down on to the floor and closed her legs slightly, looking a little more demure and I rightly guessed Sue was returning from the toilets.
