Soccer Coach

My daughter plays soccer for a traveling soccer team. Most of the summer we are on the road with her, many times in hotels.

Last summer, the coach and I went out for a purely plutonic (and adult) drink. One drink turned into two and that turned into three. The third drink is where I stopped, but the damage had been done. We kissed at the bar, touched a bit in the bar and then carried that to the parking lot and the walk to the hotel. There was no discussion, we just walked directly to his room. In no time, we were on the bed kissing like 16 year olds. His hands were all over me. My hands took their time on his tight chest, abs and legs.

As I started going down on him, I could feel my pussy lips snap open. They apparently were stuck together by my juices. Either he was in trouble or I was in trouble. I proceeded to take him in my mouth and suck him like I was possessed. My hands and mouth trying to suck his soul out of him through his cock. He was rock hard and took my pleasure like a champion. He tells me to spin, giving him access to my pussy. He fingers me for a minute or so, lifts me up and positions my pussy over his mouth. The thought of my usual squirting crossed my mind as he pleasured my pussy and clit. He was so good. As I started to get there, I warned him that I usually squirt. He said nothing and took me all the way there. I soaked this poor man’s face with a fountain of juices. He just kept going as I kept sucking his hard cock. He made me cum three more times and I finished him down my throat.

We have been meeting in his hotel room since and every time it is a welcome break from my normal day to day life.