In the school locker room, after a grueling practice, the muscular dark-skinned football coach, Jamal, 35, leaned against his office door, watching the co-ed team leaving the showers. A petite, 18-year-old redhead, Fiona, with a playful glint in her eyes, lingered behind, her gaze meeting his.
“Coach Jamal, I think I left my hair tie in your office,” Fiona murmured, her voice seductive. She sashayed towards him, her damp hair clinging to her neck. Her hazel eyes, bright with mischief, never left his.
Jamal, struggling to maintain his composure, opened the door, allowing her to enter. Fiona’s eyes scanned the room, stopping at the desk. She bent over, giving him an eyeful of her perky ass. After a moment, she straightened up, twirling a lock of her damp hair around her finger.
“Can’t find it?” Jamal asked, his voice husky.
Fiona pouted, her gaze meeting his. “No, I can’t. Maybe you can help me?” she asked, taking a step closer to him.
Jamal’s eyes dropped to her lips. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, pulling her close. Fiona’s hands reached up, unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders, exposing his muscular chest.
Breaking the kiss, Fiona dropped to her knees, her eyes locked onto his. She reached out, unbuckling his belt. Her fingers deftly undid his pants, pulling them down. His hard, black cock sprang free. Fiona’s eyes widened, taking in its size.
She leaned forward, her tongue darting out, tasting the tip. Jamal hissed, his hands reaching out, grabbing onto her hair. Fiona opened her mouth, taking him in. She began to suck, her head bobbing up and down.
Jamal groaned, his head falling back. He watched as Fiona pleasured him. Her moans vibrated around his cock, sending shivers down his spine. He could feel himself nearing his release, but he held back.
Pulling out of her mouth, Jamal pulled Fiona up. He kissed her fiercely, his hands roaming her body. Fiona moaned, her hands reaching down, grabbing onto his cock. She guided him towards her entrance, her eyes pleading.
Jamal entered her slowly, savoring the feeling. He began to move, his pace increasing. Fiona wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts. Their moans filled the room, drowning out any other sounds.
Jamal could feel his release nearing. He reached down, rubbing Fiona’s clit. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. Jamal followed, emptying himself inside her.
Breathless, they broke apart. Jamal pulled out, helping Fiona to her feet. She smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed.
“Did you find your hair tie?” Jamal asked, his voice teasing.
Fiona giggled, her fingers absentmindedly twirling a lock of her hair. “I think I found something better,” she replied, her eyes sparkling.
Jamal chuckled, pulling her into a hug. “I think you did,” he agreed, his hands resting on her hips.
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies still humming from their encounter. For a moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them.
