Chapter 1
I have been the principal coach/Trainer of a local ladies hockey team from a small town in Ireland. We were preparing for the start of the new league season and had planned a training and fitness camp in a well known resort in the south of Spain as a way of getting the season off to a good start.
There are 7 girls in our team, some are single, some married but all like a good time and particularly enjoy a night on the town after a game, particularly if we have won. All of the hockey training has kept us fit and although several of the girls are larger than average, especially the keeper, they are all quite toned and have the right curves in all of the right places. For myself, although I was 10 years older and hadn't played competitively for a few years, all of the training helped keep me in shape and I was proud of my body.
When we arrived in Spain, I knew I would have difficulty maintaining the high levels of concentration required for the intense fitness regime, as the girls would be constantly distracted by the thought of the local nightlife and the obvious party season ongoing in the town through the night.
I tried to develop a schedule which allowed the girls some time off in the evening for a quick drink before insisting on an early night.
The temperature was so hot, that it was uncomfortable to train in the usual long-sleeved shirts, and pleated skirts, and instead we splashed out on some co-ordinating crop tops and skimpy shorts, not much more than traditional bras and knickers, which caused a few giggles among the girls when we first changed into them, myself included.
When we first ran onto our allotted training pitch, there were some nervous looks from some of the girls, however this soon changed when we became aware of some appreciative looks from some of the other athletes using the adjoining pitches.
It was soon apparent that the resort was actually very busy, and almost all of the other teams were male and mostly soccer teams from all over the world. The girls found themselves attracting attention from several groups of young men, stripped to the waste and bronzed, while taking a refreshment break from their training.
I was anxious that the close attention might put them off, however it was soon apparent that far from embarrassing the players, they were beginning to enjoy it and several were even beginning to show off, jumping up and down on the spot when not strictly necessary to maximise the effect of jiggling boobs and also ensuring that when completing bending exercises, they were positioned that their now appreciative audience, had a full uninterrupted view of their tight buns.
To my amusement, this flaunting was not restricted to the single girls, but several of the married girls seemed to be getting in on the act, and I noticed the soccer coaches on the adjacent pitches struggling to get their players attention to recommence their own training.
By mid-morning, the heat was exhausting and I instructed the girls to stop regularly to take on lots of water, to avoid dehydration. Another problem I was keen to avoid was sunburn, and as we were all Irish and mostly fair-skinned, that could have become a problem. The solution was to regularly re-apply sun bloc to all exposed skin. To do this the girls simply stopped, lay down on the pitch and applied the cream to each other's bodies. By mixing the oil with the sweat, the effect was to create a glossy sheen which made our brief clothing look even more close fitting and clingy, to the extent that it was possible to make out, not just the shape of the boobs, but also the nipples on most of the girls.
I had been anxious but also amused by the attention we were receiving from the soccer players initially, but while we were applying the sun bloc to each other, the effect was even more noticeable. Several of the adjacent teams were now stopping more regularly and coming over, this time with their coaches to watch the show.
The young men however were not the only ones enjoying the view, several of the girls had noticed the strain being induced in the shorts of the footballers and were giggling suggestively in the direction of a particularly handsome group of young men from Sweden who were obviously fit and muscular, but also wore broad and attractive smiles.
Our morning session ended with a light jog around the entire facility by which time I was also becoming intoxicated by the lingering looks and smiles we were attracting from all directions. I instructed the team to cool down before coming in to lunch, and joined in by using the cold showers outside the changing rooms, which took the levels of attention to new heights. By now I could tell several of the girls were becoming extremely suggestive, ensuring they rubbed the cold water over their entire bodies and stretching the tight fabric over their boobs and bums to full effect. The cold water did the trick and most of our nipples were now distinct and clear while our bums and pussies were easy to make out.
The discussion over lunch centred mainly on which of the young soccer players had the tightest ass and which appeared to have the most distinctive bulge. There was a general consensus that the Swedish lads were the hottest and the tall blonde centre-back got the most votes. I personally opted out of the voting but secretly admired the team captain, slightly older but fit and tanned with gorgeous eyes.
It was now clear that the level of distraction was almost too much in the main pitch area, and I asked the girls to consider going somewhere else in the afternoon. There were howls of complaint from the entire team and suggestions that they would mutiny and lock me in my hotel bedroom while the rest would return to the pitches.
I gave in and agreed we could resume our pitch training in the afternoon for a short session before putting in some long-distance stamina swimming in the hotel pool. We returned to the pitches after lunch for some extra stretching and aerobic work to welcoming smiles and whistles from the adjacent teams to complete our short session and then returned to our hotel, much to the obvious annoyance of all of the soccer teams.
When we arrived at the hotel, I arranged for the team to change and meet back at poolside within 5 mins. I changed into my bikini, which was almost the same size as our training outfit and went back to the pool. The rest of the team arrived together and to my astonishment they were all topless and wearing matching thongs with broad smiles. I must have looked shocked as they reassured me there was one for me and topless was not obligatory.
Once I had got over the initial surprise, I relented and decided, 'if you can't beat them, join them'. I dived into the pool, stripped off my bikini top and bottoms, threw them to the poolside and slipped on the thong provided by the girls.
We had worked hard all afternoon and the cool water was refreshing compared to the heat of the morning pitch session. After approx 2 hours of sprint and slow swim sessions we got out to rest and relax for a break.
While we were getting out of the pool, we were shocked to see the entire Swedish soccer team come past the pool area on their way into the hotel, and when they spotted us they immediately diverted to the poolside.
