"Come on girls, we're gonna be late, let's GO!"
Jill Osborn pushed her two daughters out the door so she could take them to Wednesday night swim practice. Jill, was the typical stay-at-home 30-something MILF, who spent most of her day doing laundry, cleaning, cooking, and chauffeuring her teenagers to friends and activities. But for her, swim practice was a welcome two hour break from the daily grindstone, every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday nights, 6-8pm.
She loved taking her kids to swim practice, and made sure they never missed a practice. For one thing, most parents didn't attend swimming practices which are long and tedious, preferring to drop their kids off and come back in 2 hours. So unlike soccer or softball she wasn't forced to listen to the inane chatter and ridiculous gossip of other mothers.
She would take a crossword puzzlebook or a mystery novel and enjoy some quiet time. Which is what she did the first few years her daughters were on the Pennsylvania Aquatic Team(PAT).
Then last year, in preparation for his retirement, coach John brought in a new young assistant coach, Jason Kane. Jason was all of 26, cute in a Matt Damon sort of way. His six foot six inch frame, topped with light brown hair, blue eyes, wide easy grin and a strong jaw were eye-catching.
Jill found the rest even more mouthwatering---a chest chiseled by the gods, with rippling muscles and not a bit of hair seen except for a small trail of light brown that trickled from his belly button down. He almost never wore a shirt so that was always on display while his legs showed not an ounce of fat, his thighs like small oak trees. And of course, he looked great in his tight blue Speedos that were his standard "coach" uniform.
Jill knew the other mothers were missing out on this eye candy, and she enjoyed glancing up from her novels to take a quick look over his tight physique, and dripping wet body as he climbed in and out of the pool. To her delight, since becoming the head coach he went in and out of the pool more frequently.
Also this year her daughters had entered an older age bracket which had less girls and even less parents as most teenage girls don't want or need their parents watching over them. Most nights, Jill was the only parent in the stands, and often had a chance to talk to Jason as the girls changed before and after practice.
While most of their conversations were innocent discussions of the upcoming events and how she could help out with snacks or carpools, there was a slight undercurrent of sexual tension. She noticed his eyes often settled on her size 42DD rack. While very beautiful, with waist-length red hair, she was still flattered at the attention of someone slightly more than a decade younger, and would encourage his looks by wearing tighter tank tops, sometimes even forgoing her sports bra. While she kept tight control of herself during those brief conversations, Jill often found herself fantasizing about him and his Speedos at night and even during the day. She would even close her eyes while performing her marital duties with her husband, and imagine it was Jason with her in bed.
She knew he was engaged and had met his fiancé Eliza a few times---the woman was high-maintenance and often henpecked poor Jason whose wallet probably couldn't keep up with her expensive tastes.
One day after watching the superbitch fiancé again pestering Jason for money so she could go shopping, Jill realized Jason probably didn't get very much action from the uptight woman. Why did he stay with her? Jill shook her head as she knew many many people out there had no reason to be together but for whatever reason stayed and suffered.
Another problem had arisen, so to speak for Jason. Being a mentor figure and cute besides, he had several teenage girls with growing bodies flirting with him. Eighteen year-old Senior Claire was the worst tease, often trying to find some excuse to rub up against him, hugging him before and after each practice, dropping the neckline on her swimsuit lower and lower, etc. Claire was a normal teenage girl leader, often embarrassing her swim mates with some comment or tease sexual in nature that not only made the intended target blush, but would be loud enough to be overheard by Jason. He would redden as well and pretend he didn't hear.
Many times during the practices Jill would look up after hearing some of Claire's banter to enjoy the expression on his face. She also peek at his Speedos, admiring his package as it began to strain in the confines of the suit. Sometimes when it became a little "too" visible, she noticed he would call a timeout or leave the girls to swim laps while he disappeared into his office presumably to make a call.
Today started off as normal except that Claire had brought a new swimsuit(while many did wear the "uniform" suit to practice, they weren't required to do so for practices, just had to ensure it was a one piece). Claire's new suit was extremely skintight, probably two sizes too small for Claire. Her small breasts pushed against the material and her bulletsized nipples were clearly outlined.
After one drill that day, Claire had told a blonde joke to her friends..typically bawdy, and as usual, loud enough for Jason to hear. Despite himself, he chuckled aloud for the first time ever. His cheeks became crimson when he realized it was clear he couldn't pretend not to hear.
Claire lit up at the sound of his laughter and sight of his obvious embarrassment. She ran over and leaned on his arm, her barely covered nipples brushing against his skin. She whispered something in his ear and skipped off with a giggle. As Jill watched the red in his face deepened and he stammered about a break as he rushed to his office. Jill had noticed that the outline of his package had stretched the suit more than she had ever seen it before. She knew then what she had to do.
Jill headed straight to his office and caught hold of his door before he closed it. Following him in, she shut it quickly and quietly behind her.
He spun around, surprised, still blushing, but caught with his hands reaching toward his suit. Jill smiled when she saw his bulging Speedos.
"I need to talk to you".
