I sit in my desk at my office. It was my last period of the day. The bell had just rang. Students milled out of the gym. I sigh. Coach Harrison, the most handsome coach you’ll ever see, waved the children out. His smile could tame a lion and make even the most loyal wives fall subject to him. Three teachers had already gotten a piece of him. By the sound of it, he was great in bed. But I was married and had a kid. Though, that didn’t stop me from staring dreamily at him. He was African American with broad shoulders. He was at least 6’5. He was heavily built, more so than a star quarterback. He had hazel eyes that could make you melt a little inside. My hand had slipped under my panties and it took every ounce of restraint for me to remove it. Somehow though, it slithered right back. I stared as Coach Harrison left into the boys’ locker room. He emerged with a basketball. He dribbled over to a basket and shot. Swish. Each time before he jumped, you could see his muscles flexing and they seemed to want to tear right out of his loose grey shirt. The scene aroused me and I started masturbating. I let out a little squeak as I continued, my stokes becoming more and more aggressive. “Oh Harrison!” I cried out, a little louder than I’d intended. The sound echoed through the gym and I came, my juices staining my panties. He starts walking this way, a smirk on his face. He saunters into my office. “So I finally seemed to get to you? You’ve always been hard to get. I was starting to think it was hopeless. But it looks like I thought too soon. Naughty coach. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Just what am I going to do with you?” He asked teasingly. Anger and arousal course through me at being caught.