I work as a strength and conditioning coach take me to different high schools, colleges or training academies around the state and sometimes the Midwest. These contracts typically are very short, between a few weeks to a few months, once I have put programs into place and trained staff on implementation I am off to the next location.
Setting up a new program involves are great deal of planning and physical setup. This requires me often arriving at a site very early in the morning or late in the evening when the schools or gyms are not in operation and I have the run of the place without interruption. Sometimes these long hours can be the worst aspect of the job. I try to find the highlights in everything and try to look at these early starts as the perfect time to get in a really good lift or cardio session with no distractions and some world class equipment.
A few years ago I was helping a high school restart their strength and conditioning a program and retool their gym for the 21st century. The school was not far from my house so the commute was short and I was able to get there early, around three or four each day. I would spend an hour or so maybe setting up equipment or busting my ass lifting hard. The school showers were old and scummy and I refused to use them and end up picking up a fungal problem.
Lucky for me just behind the field house and gym were the school's administration suite. Within the administration suite was a single long hallway that held a dozen small offices for clerical staff, the dean of students and the school's two principals. Near the end of that hallway lay a set of two private bathrooms that included showers.
Since I was a 15 year old boy I have had two habits that endured. First lasting habit is that I love to beat off after a really good lift. I do not know if all the testosterone flowing through me or if I am just always horny but nothing finishes off a workout better than stroking one out right afterwards.
The second habit I have held since high school is that I am a very vocal cummer, even when by myself. This means that every morning after I lift, and before I shower, I grab a big gob of Vaseline from my gym bag and get stroking.
The harder I pull or stoke the more engorged my cock becomes and the louder the groaning grows. I typically work myself into a frenzy of deep growling and grunting until I am ready to blow my load. When I nut I always bellow out a guttural "GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as I spray ropes into the toilet bowl. I figure nobody is there so who cares right?
This was my routine for the first two weeks lifting and jerking off loudly in bliss all alone. What I did not know during those first two weeks was I was not alone in that administration hallway at all. There was an attendance clerk, Jen, who would come early every day as well. She was quietly updating records with only her desk desktop computer light on her office a dozen feet away from my bathroom every morning.
I had run into Jen a few times during the day while working at the school but knew her only at a cursory level. She was maybe in her early 40's, not traditionally pretty but was sexy. A sexy desperate look some woman get as they age. She always had dirty blonde hair piled up on high, with a little too much eye shadow trying to hide bags under her eyes. Her face was rounded out with a set of big full lips, a toothy but sexy smile.
Jen's body still could turn heads. She was a tall woman, slightly chubby, but the right type of thick at those thighs with amazing hips which swung when she walked.
Her best feature by far was her sultry, deep voice.
