"Hi Coach Liam," I smiled as I entered his office. I closed the door behind me and took and leaned on the edge of his desk. We had just finished practice and I had waited until all the other girls left to shower. I was wearing a tight white baby tee that was very see through now that my long wet blonde hair had soaked it through. My daisy duke shorts barely covered my ass and as his eyes ran over my body I knew he wanted me.
I'd been teasing him for the last two months since I turned eighteen. I was constantly in his office in skimpier and skimpier outfits and I knew he loved it just as much as me.
"Karma it's Coach Harlow... not Liam," he said taking his eyes from my chest
"Yes sir," I bit my lip as I pulled my hair back to expose my chest more.
"What can I do for you Miss King?" he asked visibly trying to hide his hardening cock.
He wore a tight fitting grey t-shirt and very thin basketball shorts so it was very easy to see what Coach Harlow had going on. At only twenty six Liam Harlow was a fine male specimen with a ridiculously hot body. He was more cut than any guy I knew and his face could rival any leading man's. With a cut angular jaw, sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes, full pouty lips, and a perfect straight nose Liam was by far one of the most beautiful men I'd ever met.
So naturally I had to have him.
"Well Coach I'm having some really sharp pains in my leg... could you take a look?" I said making a pouty face.
"Sure, just sit back on the desk," he said standing up from his chair. There was still a very visible outline of what my little outfit was doing to him and I could hardly take my eyes off of it.
However I had to as I slid back on the desk and spread my legs.
"Which leg?" he asked.
I held up my left one and he grasped it in his strong calloused hands. His fingers curled around my calf and I internally squealed in delight.
"It hurts up higher," I said.
His hands slid up my calf to the back of my knee.
"Here?" he asked and I shook my head no.
"Right here," I murmured placing my hand over his and sliding it up my thigh. I placed his hand on my inner thigh and spread my legs even further open. My tiny shorts did little to conceal my pussy lips as I spread wide open for him. His fingers were so close to where I needed him I was positive he could feel the heat of my arousal.
His fingers began kneading my inner thigh muscle, "does that feel better?" he said barely above a whisper.
"Mmm yes sir," I moaned softly.
He audibly gulped as he kneaded my thigh and I grew wet as his fingers moved across my skin.
"Alright well that's uh all I can do for you," Liam grunted moving his hands away and taking a step back.
