Hockey Moms have been known to have a reputation of Soccer Moms on sterrhoids, in some ways this may be true, since they are required to get their kids to practices at all sorts of rinks and times of the day. However as a youth and high school hockey coach I feel a need to further define hock moms
Hockey Mom Bitch, mom that drops their kids off late, not calling when they don't get their kids to practice, and then call and complain to the coach that kid isn't playing enough, or progressing faster. Even though they have never attended a game or practice
Hot Hockey Mom, sits in the stands flirting with other hockey dads, coaches, etc.. Usually wears tight jeans, tight sweaters, and looks like she spent 4 hours at the salon before the coming to the rink. I have nothing against these moms, except they are bit distracting
Average (Girl-next door) Hockey Mom, this is what Julie was. They arrive early for every practice and game. They are very courteous, cheer for all the players. They wear their winter coats in the stands, and all you ever see is their face, which is cute, but leaves you wondering what is under that coat.
I had been coaching Julie's son for a couple years, and would likely be coaching him for several more years, as he would be starting high school next year, at the Catholic School where I coached. I had visited with Julie and her husband Dave before and after games briefly. These discussions were always brief and courteous; they seemed to be a friendly and happy couple.
This past Saturday, we had a 9 AM Game, after the game I exchanged the usual small talk with parents including Julie and Dave. Dave was taking there son on a camping trip with, so they were departing directly. Meanwhile I visited a couple extra minutes with Julie. Like I described earlier, she was cute and friendly, but I really had no idea what she looked like under that coat.
I headed back to the locker room to lockup and grab my gear, I headed back to the lobby, and I saw Julie visiting with some other parents. I figured I would walk over and visit for briefly. Just as I came across the lobby the other parents departed after collecting their son. Julie and I chatted briefly, she was curious about some Hockey camps her son was thinking of attending and wanted my opinion. This discussion ended up lasting about ½ and hour, and I was enjoying visiting with Julie.
Let me take a moment to describe Julie, maybe 5'6", brown curly hair, and brown eyes. As I stated earlier with her winter coat, all I could guess is that she had an average build, and her age would maybe be mid-30's.
At this time it was approaching noon, and I was getting hungry, and she didn't seem to be in any hurry to end our conversation.. I suggested we drive down the street to a coffee shop, explaining that I was hungry and we could continue our discussion on Hockey Camps.
We drove separately to the coffee shop, her in a stereo typical mini-van and me in my sedan. When arrived we could see that it was crowded, and neither of us felt like. Looking next store there was a sport-bar that didn't seem very crowed, so we drove next door to the sports bar as it began to snow lightly.
We walked in and grabbed a table near the back so we could talk. The friendly waitress dropped off a couple menus and asked for our drink orders. We figured we would order a pitcher of beer and relax while we talked. At this point I got a very pleasant surprise as Julie stood to remove her coat. As it turns out she was hiding a pretty nice figure under that coat. She was wearing a snug but not overly tight white blouse, showing just a bit of cleavage and I would estimate 34B breasts. I could now approximate her weight at 120-130lbs, and her butt looked pretty good in her jeans.
The pitcher arrived and we ordered a couple of sandwiches. The waitress said it might take 10-15 minutes since they were short-handed in the kitchen. We told the waitress no problem as we weren't in a hurry. Well, by the time the food came we had consumed most of the pitcher and were joking about the bitchy hockey moms. After we finished eating, and the waitress had cleared our plates, we resumed discussing her son and hockey camps. I was in no hurry, since I was now definitely enjoying the view of her cleavage. She excused herself to the ladies room, and I got a very nice view of that tight ass as she walked to the restroom. After she returned I excused myself to the men's room.
As I was returning I passed by another guy who apologized for hitting on my wife while I was in the restroom. He said he didn't realize we were married. To say the least I was confused for a moment, but I went along with it, and headed back to our table. As I approached I could Julie had a huge grin, half laughing. As I sat she explained. It seems while I in the restroom, one of the guys at the bar had approached Julie at our table. She explained that I was her husband but she told him she was flattered that he was interested in an "older" lady. I smiled and said, that I didn't blame him since you are the hottest lady in the bar. Julie blushed at my comment. A moment later another pitcher arrived at our table. The waitress explained that the guy who had approached Julie wanted to make sure there were no hard feelings and was buying us a round. We poured a couple more glasses and raised a toast towards him.
Joking with Julie, I told her we better make sure we look like a couple, which again made Julie blush. I reached out to place my hand on hers as we refilled or glasses. She responded by grabbing my hand, and leaned in near my ear and whispered she was game to pretend that we were a couple. As she slowly leaned back, she hesitated as we looked into each others eyes, just a few inches a part. I am sure the beer was affecting us both a bit, but I figured what the heck, and gave her a quick kiss. Smiling, I said just playing my part. She was briefly surprised, but went along, and even gave me a quick kiss in return. When I looked back to the bar, I could see that pretty much everyone (including the guy who had hit on Julie) had left. We were almost done with the second pitcher when the waitress came by mentioning that it was snowing pretty heavily. It was then that realized we had been at the bar for almost 2 hours.