Wet And Wild Swim Team Tryouts

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Wet And Wild Swim Team Tryouts

Coach Josephine is hard to impress, especially when it comes to the college’s swim team tryouts. This year Chloe Simms, a tall, blue-eyed, blond goddess captures Josephine’s attention. The hot young college student is half her age and proves to be a delicious distraction who is determined to make the team. Chloe isn’t afraid to get wet and proves it in Josephine’s office during a private session that spills over into the showers where Chloe finishes stroking the coach’s sensitive ego.

Wet And Wild Swim Team Tryouts

 

I sigh in the mirror curling my fingers through my short bleach blond hair and admire my sparkling hazel eyes. I still look pretty damn hot to be in my mid forties. Every single morning I bust my ass during my routine hardcore workout to keep my body chiseled and fit. I show off, gazing at my reflection, watching my tight sexy biceps flex and extend. My guns are still shimmering from my early morning run. My abs are tight and firm, displaying a nicely-formed six-pack. You can bounce a quarter off my ass. As much as I could stand here and admire myself all day, I need to go meet the swimmers for their yearly tryouts.

I grab my clipboard out of the office and make my way through the locker room ready to start my evaluations. I wonder if any of the newbies make the cut to be on my team.

I glance around the locker room trying not to linger my gaze too long on the young luscious vixens slipping on their bathing suits.

I clap my hands. “Hurry up. Let’s go. We’re already running late. Move it!”

I start walking to the pool. Slipping my hand in the back pocket of my shorts, I realize I must’ve forgotten my timer in the office.

The locker room is now empty as I round the corner to grab the timer and hurriedly get back outside ready to start. I hear a cap fall on the floor behind me. My eyes widen as soon as our eyes connect. She’s so tan, tall, and voluptuous. She bends over rubbing suntan lotion on her slender sultry frame, kneading her flesh leaving nothing untouched. She playfully turns around glancing over her shoulder.

“Sorry, Coach. I know I’m running late. I can’t let my body turn into a lobster.”

My cheeks burn, watching her hands run up and down her tight muscular frame, studying her cascading hands manipulating her flesh as she ascends toward her top thigh. She’s stunning. Her golden strawberry blond hair dances over her skin. She’s so beautiful. She turns back to focus on her body, rubbing her legs up and down, teasing me. My clit throbs. Her silky hair falls over her shoulders down the middle of her back. She has a towel tightly wrapped around her lower back, barely covering her ass and hindering my view. She playfully curls her fingertips through her hair connecting her eyes with mine.

“Hurry along. We’re all waiting for you.”

I slip inside my office desperately wanting to spread on my desk and finger my pulsating wet pussy. My clit hurts swelling, hammering against my boy shorts. God, she’s so fucking hot. I imagine her slipping out of her towel, tugging the straps of her bathing suit off her shoulders, revealing her huge breasts to me, lowering the sticky material to her hips. God, I would spread her wide leaving pathways of blissful kisses from her full cherry lips down to her firm breasts, taking a nipple into my mouth while rolling the other one in between my fingertips making it so hard, ready for my lashing tongue.

I would bend her over the desk with her legs spread wide. I would whisper in her ear. “How bad do you want to get fucked?” She would moan anticipating my piston-fucking fingers entering her from behind coiling up toward her G-spot. God, I would make her so wet begging me to fuck her harder while spreading her wide.

I’d spread her even further pressing her apart with three of my driving fingers, filling her slowly at first feeling her pussy lips spasm, reverberating against my driving digits.

I would get off just hearing her gasp and moan. “Fuck me good, Coach. Make me fucking come.”

Then, I would allow my other hand to descend down her flat belly hurriedly meeting her swollen shiny pink clit eager for my fingertips and tongue. God, I would keep whispering in her ear while finger-fucking her harder and harder until she was so close to exploding. “You like this. You like the way my fingers feel inside you?”

Then, and only then, would I allow my fingertips to graze her aching clit, letting her climax build until she was quivering and shuddering in anticipation of getting stimulated and finger-fucked simultaneously.

I imagine her spreading even wider as my fingers were now covered in her warm nectar thrusting harder and harder into her clenching wet pussy, wishing I had my strap-on to penetrate her tight pussy letting her ride me, taking the entire length down to the base, making her squeal. I would watch her heaving breasts bounce in my face while my fingernails claw in her back not stopping until she fucking comes so hard.

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