Page 52 of Coach Me

With extreme care, I pulled his dick from his dark green cotton briefs, and then out from his jeans, until it was exposed beneath the sweatshirt. Simon gripped the edges of his seat, trying to be calm.

“Do you like that?” I breathed.

“You know I fucking do,” he gasped out quietly.

His encouragement was tantalizing, and I began to run my hand up and down the length of his long, thick penis. The strokes were agonizingly slow, so slow that I thought I saw a bead of sweat drip down his hairline and into his brow.

I abandoned his shaft, and moved down to his balls, which I fondled like they were two marbles, rubbing them against one another in rhythmic circles. He stiffened and bucked beneath me, but I held firm to him.

My fingers had just moved back to his cock, and traveled up to its tip, when I heard a voice say:

“Catya?”

I dropped his cock at a very guilty speed. Simon’s eyes shot open.

“Don’t move,” I hissed at him, and then louder, to the voice behind me, “What’s up?”

It was Nora, standing slightly up in her seat, enough for her head to pop over the back of the one in front of her. “How long ‘til we get there?”

Oh, thank God. I’d thought somebody had seen us.

“About…” I began, and then checked my phone, “fifteen more minutes.”

“Okay, thanks!” she called, and sat back down.

I breathed a deep sigh of relief, and whispered to Simon, “Shit, that was close.”

“Yeah,” he replied, looking panicked. “Listen, you don’t have to, er, finish if you don’t want to—”

By way of reply, I took his member back into my palm, and resumed stroking it.

“We only have fifteen minutes left,” I said. “So let’s make them count.”

I began to languidly stroke his cock, and Simon shifted, restraining a moan. His hair tumbled into his eyes while his dick shivered in my hand. I varied my strokes for several minutes — tight and fast, hard and soft — then played with the tip of his cock, rounding his circumcised edges.

Turns out, I’d gotten so distracted with his pleasure and mine that I hadn’t realized we’d pulled to a stop in front of the hotel.

The bus ride was over. And I was still giving Simon a hand job.

“We’re here,” the driver announced over the speaker.

Simon looked up frantically and was about to pull my hand off his dick when I whispered, “Let me finish you.”

I wrapped my hand more tightly around him, and rubbed him vigorously.

“Oh shit,” he said under his breath.

Faster, faster, faster. Pushing him to the edge before anyone could see us.

The girls began packing up their bags behind us, and time wasn’t on our side.

The girls had just started to move into the aisles, preparing to disembark, when I felt it. His muscles clenching, his cock forcing itself deeper through the hole my hand had formed.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his load shooting into my hand and splashing against the sweatshirt.

I just barely had time to yank my fingers away before Sophia, the first down the aisle, said, “Catya, aren’t you excited we’re here?”

I hid my sticky fingers beneath my pant leg, and nodded. “Very,” I replied.

The rest of the team filed off the bus, leaving just Simon and me.

“That was close,” he panted. “Way too close.”

“Wanna do it again later?”

He grinned. “You’ve got a dirty mind.”

We grabbed our things and followed the team into the lobby, where it was Simon’s job to check in with the front desk, make sure everything was in order, and then grab our keys. There were to be four girls to a room, two per bed, which isn’t comfortable but was also the norm.

He thanked the clerk and called us around so that he could distribute the keys. Once they were all passed out, he said:

“All right, everyone. You’ve got the rest of the day to yourself. I’d suggest lightly hitting the gym, doing some stretches, eating plenty of carbs, and then going to sleep at a reasonable hour. Sound good?”

Accustomed to this routine, everyone nodded and dispersed to their separate rooms. Simon, with a mere tilt of his chin, gestured for me to stay back.

“Here,” he whispered, and I felt something slip into my hand, which was still sticky from what we had been up to on the bus.

“What is it?”

He smiled, and replied, “My key card. Meet me in my room tonight.”

“Hmm. And what if I’m booked?”

He looked around the lobby, and then seeing that the coast was clear, he grabbed me by the small of the back and pulled me in closer, close enough to murmur in my ear, “Then cancel your plans. You’re coming with me. And coming for me.”

Chapter 22

Catya

I ended up rooming with Sharon-Ann, Riri and, as always, Grace. Somehow, we never failed to be put in a room together, which I didn’t mind.

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