"The boys training coach is on vacation next week and I'm covering for him." She said as she and her husband cleared he kitchen table
"That should be fun," he replied. "Do you think these boys will listen to you?"
"Sure, they respect me. I am in better shape than most of them," she replied.
"No, I mean, will they be able to concentrate when their teacher is in tight gym clothes with your breasts in their faces as you spot their weights?", he said.
The change of subject immediately put a smile on her face and slight sudden tingling. The thought of the students gawking at her has aroused her for quite sometime. Here were kids about half her age lusting after her. She often imagined if she were in their fantasies as much as they were in hers.
Her husband's obvious arousal added to the excitement. He often talked of her seducing the boys as he watched, initiating them properly with a skilled older woman.
The conversation quickly led to a passionate romp in the bedroom.
When Monday arrived, she went to work with a little more bounce in her step. She taught her morning classes, paying much less attention to the needs of her students than usual. Her attention was on her last class.
That last class was with seniors. She had no regular classes with this group, but had assisted coaches throughout the year. During the school year, she noticed the boys checking her out, much in the same way they watched their female cheerleaders. However, they watched longer, and you could see their minds turning, which is unusual for jocks. She took pride in the boys choosing to watch her over the more scantily-clad, hip-gyrating cheerleaders that often practiced nearby.
The equipment room was right next to the boy's locker room. She often heard conversations through the windows and vents of the locker room -- about how this girl was hot, what the boys would do with the girls if they went out with them, and making fun of each others lack of sexual experiences. Ms. Salas heard her name thrown about as well -- her nice "rack", her nipples that "perk up like soldiers" when it was cold, and how she could teach them all a few things.
She knew these boys were raging with hormones, and she could easily have any of them. She often dreamed about it. She even surprised herself when she checked school records for their ages to make sure if something did happen, she would not go to jail. When she saw someone turned eighteen in the records, she would feel freed up to include him in her fantasies, often leading to a nightcap of self-satisfaction or a romp with her husband.
She often wondered which ones were the largest, and if the largest boys knew how to use it.
The bell for the last class rang. She had anticipated this all day.
She started the class by explaining she would be covering for the other coach all week, that they would be doing aerobic and anaerobic training, and that she hoped the students could keep up.
The first class including weight training. She demonstrated proper techniques for incline presses. She did this to show off her "rack" as they referred to it, as much as to demonstrate technique. Then she spotted them, leaning over so they could enjoy the view from a different angle. She demonstrated squats. She felt squats gave her an unfair advantage with these boys, which is why she chose to demonstrate it.
She watched them, adjusting their legs for proper form. She knew they were not paying attention to their form, but to hers.
Classes went on like this the next few days with the various training routines. She wore tighter and more revealing workout clothes each day. She tried to get a rise out of every student. If she did not succeed at first, she would spend more time closely adjusting the student's form so her breasts brushed up against them. By Wednesday, she had a good idea of how well-endowed each student was.
After each class, she quietly went into the equipment room and listened to the conversations in the locker room. They conversed less about the cheerleaders and more about her. She knew she was getting to them when they joked nervously about how they could not handle her.
When Friday's class arrived, she paid special attention to Jeremy and Peter. She had known them both since freshmen year. Both were jocks, but not the most popular. They were often the butt of jokes from the more popular jocks. They seemed to be the most nervous around Ms. Salas, and based on her success the previously that week, the most well-endowed.
Ms. Salas worked with these two boys in a corner of the weight room.
"If you don't have the right form, you are not working the muscles and may damage the joints," she instructed. "Don't grab the weights yet, let me show you."
Jeremy laid flat on his back on the weight bench. She asked Peter to pay attention as she leaned forward, reaching for Jeremy's arms so she could show the correct angle. Peter looked at her cleavage, and Jeremy looked at the breasts inches from his face.
They both replied, "Yes, coach,"
"Yes to what? I haven't moved his arms yet." she replied
They both realized they responded to her breasts, and not her demonstration.
"Are you having trouble concentrating?" she asked. "Would you rather do this on your own?"
"No," they both replied cutting her off.
"Well time is up anyway," she said. Then shouting to the others, "OK class, we're done. See you all Monday." Turning to Jeremy and Peter, she asked, "If you guys can stay, we can finish up on weights and flexibility."
