It was the week after my first special coaching session, and Val had suggested that now I was an 18 year old senior I should go round before the regular badminton club time, to have some more of her one-to-one training. Half of me said I shouldn't go, but the other half just wanted to be aroused again - or wondered if it had all been a dream. The other half won, so there I was, a full hour before the club started, ringing her front door bell.
Val opened the door, wearing a thin - and tight - purple cardigan and her short white badminton skirt, with little white socks and badminton trainers. Despite her muscular stature and short wavy hair, she looked quite feminine and somehow very arousing.
"Come in, Andrew," she smiled, "I thought you weren't going to come! - I do hope you're ready for a proper practice this time!"
"Sorry I'm a bit late," I replied, stepping into the house, "I couldn't find my racquet anywhere." I lied.
I could hardly tell her that I just had a good wanking in the bathroom, as I got changed and remembered her amazing activities of last week. My cock was now safe and small in my tight underpants, with my shorts, shirt and tracksuit completing my clothes list.
Val shut the door, then went into the lounge. The curtains were drawn, and the room looked just as I remembered it from last time. Her tracksuit and some other clothes were on a chair, with her racquet. She moved to the centre of the room. "Well, Andrew, before we start on the coaching you must have some warming up. Come and stand in front of me so you can watch what I do - and I can keep an eye on you."
I did as I was told, taking in her cardigan more closely. It was round necked, with the top button undone, and pulled beautifully tight over her rounded bosom. She pulled her sleeves up a little, as if getting ready for action. Then she seemed to suddenly remember something.
"I'd better just slip this off so you can see my movements better." she said, casually unfastening her skirt before lowering it to the floor and throwing it over to her other clothes on the chair. She pulled off her shoes too, leaving them neatly by the chair
She wore tight white panties, a sort of stretchy cotton that clung to her muscular hips and bottom as she turned. I tried to remember every detail of her panties and the delightful folds as the cloth stretched tightly between her legs. She looked even more arousing now: solid and muscled but somehow totally revealing.
"There, now you can see me properly again, can't you?" She looked me straight in the eye, pulling down the hem of her cardigan to keep a neat line.
"Well, yes..." was all I could manage, as I felt my cock twitch - and the reminder of my earlier tossing ached gently in my organ.
"OK Andrew, first let's just do some loosening up - you watch me then just do the same."
As she spoke, she lifted her elbows up to shoulder height, and began twisting her shoulders. Her sweater stretched beautifully over her breasts, only about five feet away from me. I followed her movements.
"That's right," she said, "keep your waist still and flex your upper back, that's good."
We continued for a few minutes, before she stopped.
"Right, now some running on the spot to get your legs muscles going." and with a serious expression, she began to jog on the spot.
I copied her, looking closely as her breasts bounced and wobbled while she ran. Her nipples seemed to be sticking out now - and I realised she'd seen me looking at her.