| Author: | Nikita Storm | ISBN: | 1230002330488 |
| Publisher: | Nikita Storm | Publication: | May 19, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nikita Storm |
| ISBN: | 1230002330488 |
| Publisher: | Nikita Storm |
| Publication: | May 19, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Bursting into my dance studio at the last moment was a tall, handsome football player. Coach had sent him for some lessons, but I ended up teaching him far more than he could ever learn on the field. And he taught me that a mature lady like myself still had some tricks up her sleeve.
At 43, I was getting too old to have another pregnancy. Doc said this was my last chance.
You bet I took it! And him!
Excerpt:
I was just about to start the ballet class when I heard the familiar chime over the door.
"Am I too late?" A tall, hunky stud of a man burst through the door, a football helmet tucked under his arm and sweat dripping down his gorgeous face.
"Too late for what?" I stared at him for several moments before shaking myself out of my daze. I could hear the whispers of the three 18-year-old girls and saw their tongues wagging out of the corner of my eye.
"Oh, did I interrupt anything? Sorry." He hung his head and dejectedly turned around.
"No!" I replied a little too loudly. "No, you're just in time." I turned to the girls. "You don't mind taking in one more, do you?" I looked at them sternly.
"No, Ms. Becker." They said in unison.
"Come on in..." I hesitated, waiting for him to tell me his name.
"John. Coach sent me." He explained with a sheepish grin.
Coach Smith of the local college football team was known to send some of the...less coordinated to my class for some training. I'd successfully trained three of his stars so far.
But this one. This one was different. I clenched my legs together as I felt my panties grow wet. He was a hunk of a man and I wasn't sure how distracting to me or the girls he would end up being.
"John..." I held out my hand. "It's nice to meet you. My name's Susan, these three young ladies here are Candy, Sarah and Jennifer."
"Hi John!" They all said unenthusiastically. They sounded like a bunch of robots. School really taught them well. They needed finishing teachers is what they needed.
"Hi ladies!" He waved back, his grin growing on his face.
My pussy clenched just seeing his affable smile. Yes, this was going to be a fun class. A fun class indeed.
"Where uh...do you want me to put this?" He indicated to his helmet.
"Oh, just set that down on the table over there." I gulped as I thought about what I had to say next. "I'm sorry, John, but with such short notice I don't have anything for you to wear."
He looked around the room, meeting each of the girls' gazes as they all stifled a giggle.
"What are you saying?"
"Could you..." I cleared my throat as a frog had suddenly set up residence. "Undress down to your boxers?"
Now the girls did giggle. To his credit, he shrugged and immediately disrobed. Apparently, being on the football team meant you had little privacy.
Bursting into my dance studio at the last moment was a tall, handsome football player. Coach had sent him for some lessons, but I ended up teaching him far more than he could ever learn on the field. And he taught me that a mature lady like myself still had some tricks up her sleeve.
At 43, I was getting too old to have another pregnancy. Doc said this was my last chance.
You bet I took it! And him!
Excerpt:
I was just about to start the ballet class when I heard the familiar chime over the door.
"Am I too late?" A tall, hunky stud of a man burst through the door, a football helmet tucked under his arm and sweat dripping down his gorgeous face.
"Too late for what?" I stared at him for several moments before shaking myself out of my daze. I could hear the whispers of the three 18-year-old girls and saw their tongues wagging out of the corner of my eye.
"Oh, did I interrupt anything? Sorry." He hung his head and dejectedly turned around.
"No!" I replied a little too loudly. "No, you're just in time." I turned to the girls. "You don't mind taking in one more, do you?" I looked at them sternly.
"No, Ms. Becker." They said in unison.
"Come on in..." I hesitated, waiting for him to tell me his name.
"John. Coach sent me." He explained with a sheepish grin.
Coach Smith of the local college football team was known to send some of the...less coordinated to my class for some training. I'd successfully trained three of his stars so far.
But this one. This one was different. I clenched my legs together as I felt my panties grow wet. He was a hunk of a man and I wasn't sure how distracting to me or the girls he would end up being.
"John..." I held out my hand. "It's nice to meet you. My name's Susan, these three young ladies here are Candy, Sarah and Jennifer."
"Hi John!" They all said unenthusiastically. They sounded like a bunch of robots. School really taught them well. They needed finishing teachers is what they needed.
"Hi ladies!" He waved back, his grin growing on his face.
My pussy clenched just seeing his affable smile. Yes, this was going to be a fun class. A fun class indeed.
"Where uh...do you want me to put this?" He indicated to his helmet.
"Oh, just set that down on the table over there." I gulped as I thought about what I had to say next. "I'm sorry, John, but with such short notice I don't have anything for you to wear."
He looked around the room, meeting each of the girls' gazes as they all stifled a giggle.
"What are you saying?"
"Could you..." I cleared my throat as a frog had suddenly set up residence. "Undress down to your boxers?"
Now the girls did giggle. To his credit, he shrugged and immediately disrobed. Apparently, being on the football team meant you had little privacy.
