ultimate surrender blog

The swimming coach walked out right then and called the
practice to order. She was probably about 35 years old and was giving
nothing away about her figure in her loose sweats.

Brian watched the practice and enjoyed the lithe forms knifing
through the water. When it started to wrap up, he realized that he was
15 minutes late to the Stats office. He started to gather his books,
and watched the women exit the pool. The coach called Tracy over as the
rest were leaving.

Brian couldn’t hear what was said, but the length of time that
the coach’s hand laid on Tracy’s firm ass was unmistakeable. Tracy
seemed to nod and walked towards the locker room.

DTracy was beautiful. She walked like a lioness, her long legs
gliding through the air with visible power. Brian felt his crotch start
to wake up when she turned away from him and adjusted the back of her
one-piece bathing suit. Brian wished he could slip a finger under that
lycra.

She started joking with some of the swimmers already in the
water about how cold it was, and, of course, one flipped her with
water. She sucked in her breath when the water caught her in the
chest. Brian almost groaned as he saw her nipples harden instantly and
poke at the material. Tracy was embarrassed and folded her arms in front
of her and walked away casually, hoping no one would notice.