This is an anthology series where in each story a person gets caught by others during their most vulnerable moment: mid-orgasm. There's no time to stop, cover up, or deny. Pleasure and embarrassment all at once. Enjoy!
These stories are not necessarily connected. They merely share the same theme.
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Caroline Rivers, a voluptuous 45 year old brunette, was the head coach of the women's racquetball team at her husband's church. It was part of an outreach program for underprivileged young women and single mothers. While a taxing job at times, the pastor's wife also found it rewarding, for many reasons. It didn't hurt that it kept her in shape, either.
Today was like many other Fridays that had come before for her and her team. An hour of heavy practice had just finished. They were preparing for their first real tournament tomorrow afternoon. Everyone was both anxious and excited.
As Coach Caroline watched the ladies run off to hit the showers, she reflected on how proud she was of them. A few months ago, they were a rag tag team from all sorts of backgrounds and ages, ranging from 18 to 38, many of whom had never played the game before. She felt if they won even a few games tomorrow, it would really boost their confidence and prove to the congregation this was a worthy endeavor. She couldn't wait!
She smiled and wiped the sweat from her brow with a towel, then began to gather up all the equipment. She preferred to wait until the team went home before showering herself, both to keep up the proper division of authority and to avoid any possible notion of impropriety, lest this endeavor fail before it even gets off the ground.
A few moments later, however, the blonde mother-daughter duo of Laura and Stephani Wilkinson trotted up to her. She returned in kind their sweet smiles as they approached, still dressed in their probably-too-tight workout gear of sports bras and gym shorts. They were her favorite players and the team affectionately called them co-captains.
"What can I do for you, ladies?", Caroline asked, absently holding the last racquet club in her hand.
"Coach, the girls think you should come to the locker room and give us a pep talk for tomorrow. You know, like in the movies!" piped up Stephani, enthusiastically.
Laura chuckled and rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders lightly at her daughter's antics. "We don't mean to be a bother, Mrs. Rivers. It's alright if you'd rather not."
"Nonsense, my dears! It's our first tournament after all. If I can help put your nerves at ease, then by all means! Lead the way!" Caroline gestured back toward the showers, and off they went, at a gentle jog.
She couldn't help but notice their jiggling posteriors and swaying chests as she followed them. 'Oh, to be young again', she thought as she admired her star players. She hadn't had time to appreciate them in such a manner until now. While their curves did make her tingle in a fun way, she brushed that aside in her mind as that feeling was only reserved for her husband.
Well, she tried to, anyway. That is, until they finally went inside the locker room. For the first time, she saw her beautiful team in various stages of undress. Some were topless, some were bottomless, and more than half were fully nude. She was caught off guard and her heart skipped a beat.
Unbeknownst to the team, their coach was not accustomed to this situation at all. She put on as brave of a face as she could, but internally, she was more turned on than she ever had been in her life! Her only consolation came in wanting to run home and have her husband take care of her needs. But she couldn't, not yet.
Instead, she made her way to the middle of the room. Her legs felt weak, like jelly. Her nipples felt like diamonds and she dared not look down for fear of how noticable they might be. It was made all the worse by the close contact of her team as they gathered around her, bare nipples brushing her bare arms as she went. Was that... pubic hair against her leg? No, it couldn't be. Could it?
She took a deep breath and spent the next few minutes, which seemed like hours to her, coming up with the best, albeit cliche, pep talk about the big game that she could. The whole time, she was mesmerized by the sheer intoxicating beauty before her.
She put every curve, and every scent, to memory. Her hands absently fondled the racquet club handle as if it were her husband's cock, or perhaps a big nipple... or clitoris?
Thankfully, no one seemed to notice her secret desires. They were too caught up in the speech and the big game. After all, why would a good Christian woman like herself have such perversions, anyway?
She couldn't hear herself speak for her heart beat so loudly, but she knew it was going well as they were jumping up and down merrily and cheering every so often. Up and down, side to side, up and down, oh yes!
By the time she finished, she was the only one with clothing still on. Everyone else was naked and ready for the cleansing water. And off they went, seemingly none the wiser, leaving her alone with her sinful thoughts and throbbing vagina.
Caroline made her way back out of the locker room and into the hall. She leaned against the cold wall and breathed in deep, overwhelmed. Sure, she was sheltered, maybe over-protected even, but she hadn't expected this! She didn't know what to do. She waited, impatiently at this point, for her team to finally leave.
The cold wall felt good on the top of her back, and helped cool her down. At first, that is. Then her mind wandered. If a little coolness helped, wouldn't more?
She straightened up, pressing back more against the wall. Her lower back from her sports bra to her shorts could feel the coolness now.
It made her close her eyes and shiver. This was just as good as a cold shower, she thought, maybe even better.
But it wasn't enough. That firey sin was still inside her, keeping her too warm! It must be pushed away; frozen out! Yes, that had to do it! She was the pastor's wife! The devil wouldn't win!
Lost in her thoughts now, battling emotions and pleasures within herself, she no longer noticed the world around her. She was focused. Too focused, she would soon find out.
Her hands crisscrossed her body and her fingers desperately pulled up on the sides of her sports bra. She wanted her whole back against the wall, unabated. If only she remembered how to properly take it off by unzipping it first, but alas...
She tugged and tugged, but her large breasts fought her every move, keeping the wretched cloth in place. Was the devil mocking her efforts now? He wouldn't win!
She slid her hands forward, under her heaving tits. Yes! TITS! Proper women had breasts and vaginas. Sinful whores like her had tits! Tits and cunts! That's what her father used to say. She needed to be exorcised to be proper again. She needed that cold!
With a husky grunt, betraying to the world her secrets, she finally pulled off the bra completely. She could feel her knuckles firmly slide up against her budding, hard, hypersensitive nipples as they went. As extra punishment for her wicked thoughts today, she made sure to squish those chest clits hard enough to make herself whimper.
She tossed the useless rag away and slammed back up against the wall, the cool bricks deliciously freezing her entire back. She revelled in it, sighing in relief. That's right, naughty devil! Go back to hell! You're losing!
Coach Caroline stood there in the public hallway of her church gym, topless, blissfully unaware of her surroundings. Her team was a distant memory. Surely, they had left by now, right?
The chill air on her chest felt good. Really good. It helped. Being unconfined took away a lot of stress too. Her team probably enjoyed that freedom as much as she did. Were their own nipples hard because of the cold too? Or was it for another reason?
