Erotic Travel With My Sexy Coach

Hi, guys, this is Shiva again with another interesting story. Thank you all for your lovely comments and emails for my previous works. Now let’s get into the story.

I am Shiva. I was 19 when this happened. I was doing my college 1st semester. I am 5.11ft tall, slender athletic body, fair skin, short hairs, clean, trimmed face, light brown eyes, and studious and sporty person.

Within the 1st week, I enrolled in athletics and volleyball as I was good at it, and I loved playing and being an athlete. A week after enrolling, students who enrolled were asked to gather at the college ground for selections. As I said, I was good at it, and I got selected.

For volleyball, we had a coach named Satyendra. He was a rude and strict kind of person. Anyway, we won’t be discussing him. And for athletics, we had a tall, beautiful and attractive coach. Anamika was her name.

She was 5.8ft tall, and 38 years old, long wavy dark brown hair, brown eyes, full soft pink lips with a smile that brings dimple on her left cheek. Her enormous boobs by the size of 32dd crushed under her tight t-shirt. Her soft big shapely ass trapped underneath her pants. Her body figure ranged from 36-27-37.

If I had to run a race after seeing, I would be running with boner mostly. Among 36 students, only 8 were selected for the athletics running team. Every evening we used to run a mile or two and warm up. Then practice for some time, and we would go home.

2 weeks later, after selection, we were informed of the tournament. We had just 5 more days from then. We had to put more hours in practice for the next 3 days. The event was happening in Mangalore, and we were in Bangalore. So we had to take a day rest and be there a day early. Those 4 days went swiftly.

And we all participated in the event. I was taking part in 3000m, 5000m, and relay. Most didn’t do well. I somehow managed to qualify for state in 3000m, and another guy managed to win in 800m. So most people weren’t happy. Especially not the coach.

We packed to travel back, we got into the bus. I sat at the last seat, and my coach was seated just right Infront of my seat. After an hour, my leg started aching, I got a sprain. I couldn’t sit. I stood up and started shaking my legs as hard as I can. But the sprain was causing me a great deal of agony.

My coach, Ms. Anamika, who was sleeping, woke up for my middle of the travel warm-up. She asked me what happened, and I was explaining to her about the sprain. She stood up and searched in her bag. She raised her hand while searching for her bag.

Her t-shirt was small, and it raised, revealing her waist and her navel. Her belly button was also visible to me. All the other students were deep asleep as they were hell tired. I was admiring the beauty of her waist. Once she found a sprain gel, she came and sat beside me.

There were only 8 men (including me) and 6 girls and our coach on the full bus. So it was spacious without any disturbances. She sat to my left and helped me remove my shoes and socks. I was wearing a t-shirt and tracksuit.

“Do you have a sprain in both legs?” she asked.

“I have sprain on my left calf muscles and my right thighs.” I replied, “I can’t even stretch properly.”

“I think this gel might work. I will apply it and try to take some rest. If it doesn’t, let me know. We shall stop near a medical shop and get some spray and ice if possible. Okay?” she asked so gently and caringly in a whispering tone. I was already into her.

“Yeah, okay, ma’am, thanks.’ I said. She pulled my tracksuit higher to my knee and started applying the gel on my left calf muscles. She massaged it for a few minutes, and again she tried raising my right side of the tracksuit higher to apply on my thighs. But she couldn’t.

“Okay, I can’t pull your track higher than your knee. Is it paining in upper or lower thighs?” She asked.

“It’s my right thigh completely, ma’am. No problem, I will apply, it’s okay,” I said.

“It’s fine, Shiva, now just stand up a little and lower your track to your knee. If you have a short, you can remove your tracksuit and wear that. It will be comfortable that way. Do you have one?” she said.

I did as I was asked to. It felt a little embarrassing for that moment. Her navel gave me a hard-on. So I was hesitating to remove at first, but the pain made me do it. I removed my tracksuit, kept in the bag, and wore loose trousers. While removing my track, I had to stand up, so I tried standing.

She helped me with that. My boner was very visible when I stood up. I saw her having an awkward look and smile on her face. I changed it and sat down. She then raised my trousers higher and started applying the gel on the right thighs. She had to bend forward a little.

That’s when her side boobs were rubbing against my left hand. I was acting as if nothing was happening. My dick was getting harder. I was taking deep breaths, and her cheeks were so close to my lips. My breath hit her cheeks and ears; my heart was beating faster.

Her hands started reaching my upper thighs. Her thumb finger was touching my crotch. Soon, her thumb finger touched my dick, but she moved her hand away immediately. That was happening many times.

I was losing my control. I was slowly moving lips towards her cheeks. When It touched, I backed up immediately and acted like it was an accident. She continued applying the gel to my right thigh. She stopped and turned towards me. Her lips were just inches away from mine.

“What about your left thigh? Is it painful as well?” she whispered in my face. I moved my head a bit forward. Still, her lips were an inch away from mine.

“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered back. She smiled and raised my left side of the trouser and started applying gel on my left thigh as well. My eyes were locked to her lips and her eyes. She looked at me and asked raised her eyebrows, asking me what I was doing. I acted like nothing and looked somewhere.

While she was applying and massaging my left thigh, her hands moved up and touched my dick. And this time, her hands didn’t take back. Her hands rested on my dick.

“Ma’am?” I whispered near her face. I was stammering while talking. My hard dick was twitching. I couldn’t control it.

“What is this?” she whispered in my ear gently. Her lips were slightly touching my ears. I looked at her for a few seconds, thinking of what to say. “What is this?’

“You have very soft hands, ma’am, your touches are so sensual. I couldn’t control it, sorry.” I whispered back near her ear, purposefully letting my lips touch her ears. She turned towards me again, her face was expressionless.

Her hands crawled from my thighs to my dick, underneath my trouser, and grabbed my dick over my underwear. I was shocked, confused, thinking it was a dream.

‘Ma’am, what are you doing?’ I whispered again, my lips touching and kissing her cheeks and her ear lobes. Then she pressed her lips with mine. Meanwhile, her hands found it’s way inside my underwear and grabbed my dick and ball sack.

She pulled her hands away immediately and pulled my trousers and underwear down to my ankles. Her hands grabbed my dick and started stroking it gently while we were kissing. She made me grab her boobs over her t-shirt and asked me to squeeze them.

She didn’t have to permit me anyway. Soon, my hands crawled to her waist and caressed all over her tummy, belly button. Slowly moved my hands further down underneath her pants and panties till I reached her hairy pussy. She sat straight and removed her bra without removing her t-shirt.

We moved further close to the window, getting cover behind the seats from others. Then she lowered her pants and her panties down to her knee. My right hand was caressing and pressing her boobs, pinching, and playing with her nipples.

My left hand was rubbing her pussy. I slowly started to finger fuck her initially with my index finger. Soon my ring finger and a middle finger found it’s the way in. She couldn’t moan louder. Instead, she was gasping harder.

Her right hand was stroking my dick, and her other hand was massaging and playing with my ball sack. A few minutes later, I noticed my hand got wet by rubbing her pussy. She abruptly pulled me towards her and kissed me. She was moaning in my mouth. Her tongue was exploring my mouth.

Then, in a minute, she had her 1st orgasm. She accidentally let out a loud moan. But the traffic and horn sound covered it. Later she asked me to lay on her lap. I did as I was asked. And she bent forward a bit, her enormous milky boobs were pressing on my face.

I took her boobs in my mouth and started sucking her nipples, closing my eyes. I sensed the taste of milk. When I opened my eyes, I saw her smiling at me, and her hands still stroking my dick gently. She was lactating. That’s when I noticed a ring on her finger. She was married and probably has a baby.

I started sucking her boobs again and started drinking her milk. As I was drinking her breast milk, she was gasping harder and stroking me faster. Soon, I was about to cum, I felt the urge for it.

“I am going to…” I said, stammering. She stopped suddenly and sucked my dick and kept on sucking. In a few seconds, I cummed right in her mouth, and she swallowed it. I was gasping, my heart was still beating faster. She pulled me closer and made me sit on her lap.

She kissed me and licked all over my face starting from forehead, cheeks, nose, lips. Again, our lips were locked with each other. After a few minutes of hard passionate kissing and licking each other face, we settled in. I wore back my underwear and my tracksuit back after removing my trousers.

She pulled her pant and panties back. We sat beside each other, my head resting on her shoulder, and she was resting on me.

“Are you married?” I asked her silently.

“Yes,” she replied, “and I have a 5-year-old baby. What happened here, stays here, okay?”

“Sure, ma’am,” I said. She pulled me closer and gave me one last kiss for that day. It lasted for more than 10 minutes. Then we slept off. Her hands were on my dick. But I didn’t mind anymore.

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