Summertime Loving

Travis opened the door, catching Coach Bridget's attention as he stepped inside. She paused mid-sentence, putting her pen down to fully focus on him. He closed the door softly behind him, making his way over to her desk with an easygoing smile.

"Yo, Coach," he said casually.

She smiled and got up from her chair, her arms opening up for a hug. "Travis! How are you?" she asked warmly. Travis hugged her back, his hand subtly lowering to brush just enough of her backside, making her raise an eyebrow but say nothing.

"Doing alright. How about you?" he replied as he let her go and took a step back.

"I'm great. So, what brings you here today? Miss me, did you?" she teased with a soft chuckle, and Travis smirked.

"You could say that," he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "Actually, I need something from you."

He stepped closer, his gaze fixed intently on her, and Bridget felt herself blush slightly under his look. "Oh? And what might that be?" she asked, a bit intrigued.

Travis smiled and glanced down at the chair she'd just left. "Well, I'll tell you—but first, let me take a seat."

Without waiting for permission, he rounded her desk and slid into her chair, leaning back and casually gesturing for her to come closer with a single finger. Bridget raised an eyebrow, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she stepped in front of him, folding her arms expectantly.

Travis met her eyes, lowering his voice just a little. "I've been feeling kind of... backed up lately. You know, that sort of tension that needs relieving so I can focus and run better. I think you understand what I mean," he murmured.

A knowing smile spread across Bridget's face as she took in his words. She'd thought he was here to ask about her wrestling career but now it was clear he had something else on his mind entirely.

"Well," she said, her voice low and teasing, "if that's what you need, Travis, I don't mind helping out at all. Just had to say the word."

She knelt down in front of him, her fingers deftly pulling his pants down. Her eyes sparkled as she took in the thick bulge straining against his briefs, a satisfied smile curving her lips.

"Ohhh, I do love a challenge. Helps me test my throat skills," she teased, her tone playful. "Let's see just how big this monster is." She slid his underwear down, freeing his cock, and watched with growing delight as it hardened in her hands, swelling until it required both hands to hold.

"Wow… this is the biggest one I've ever seen," she murmured appreciatively, her fingers tracing along its length. "And trust me, I've seen a lot. Doesn't mean I've fucked a lot, though," she added, flashing him a mischievous grin.

"What does that mean, then?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I'll tell you one day," she replied with a wink before looking back down, her attention wholly captured by him.

She wrapped both hands around his cock, its size demanding her full grip. As she held him, a surge of anticipation filled her, and she felt her mouth begin to water. Slowly, she inched her face closer, savoring the moment. She took in a deep breath, surprised by the unexpected hint of roses in his scent—a subtle, intoxicating aroma that made her crave him even more.

"Always wash your dicks, bros; no one wants to suck a stinky one," he advised his readers with a smirk.

She pressed a light kiss on his tip, letting him savor the warmth and softness of her lips. Knowing the importance of preparation, she understood that to give him the full experience—and make things easier for herself—she'd need to coat every inch, from the base to the tip, in a slick, wet layer.

His intimidating length only fueled her determination as she steeled herself for the challenge, ready to take her time and do it right.

"Alright, time to dive in," she thought, a thrill running through her as she began.

She extended her tongue, flicking it lightly against his tip, tracing slow circles over the sensitive skin until it glistened with her saliva. She took her time, focusing on the delicate task of making him feel every inch of contact.

Holding him firmly with both hands, she ran her tongue along the thick underside, dragging it all the way up to the tip before pressing a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses down his length, leaving no part untouched.

When she reached the top again, she spread her lips wide, engulfing the head with practiced ease, and rolled her tongue around it, coaxing waves of pleasure that sent a shiver through him.

His smile didn't go unnoticed, and a surge of pride bloomed within her, knowing she had him completely enraptured. Moving her hand beneath him, she cradled his balls, her touch gentle yet intentional as she began to massage them.

She felt her mouth grow wetter, her saliva pooling as she let her tongue glide across his head, making sure every part of him was coated in her warmth.

Travis caught the hungry gleam in her eyes—a sign of her own arousal sparked by her devotion to pleasuring him. He leaned back, allowing himself to relax and savor the sensation, feeling her intensity build with each eager touch, her focus locked solely on him.

Saliva dripped down his shaft, slicking every inch as Bridget stroked him, making his cock glisten with the slippery wetness. Her hands moved steadily, massaging the base while she leaned closer, her anticipation building as she felt his hardness beneath her fingers. Slowly, she lowered her head, her lips sliding down his length, inch by inch, until he filled her mouth, and the sensation only heightened her own arousal, a dull ache building low within her.

The heat between her thighs intensified, her own need rising as she took him deeper, feeling the stretch as his cock nudged against the back of her throat. But she didn't falter, didn't gag—she knew exactly what she was doing, her experience evident in the way she embraced him fully. Without a pause, she began to bob her head, creating a smooth rhythm, each movement drawing a muffled groan from him. Travis felt his cock throb in response, pulsing with the pleasure her mouth delivered, and he glanced down, watching her cheeks hollow as she formed a tight seal around him.

* Slurp… Gawak… Slurp…*

The sloppy sounds echoed in the quiet room, each slurp, each wet pull driving him closer to the edge. Her pace quickened, her head moving with increasing fervor as she took him deeper with every downward glide. On her way back up, Bridget tightened her lips, slurping his cock hard, the pressure alone tempting him to release, yet he held on, gripping the edges of the seat as he watched her, entranced by her focus and skill.

Bridget was riding a roller-coaster of sensations, her whole body heating up with every second. Her mind was consumed by him, by the feel and taste of his cock, her thoughts tangled in raw desire. Her panties clung to her, soaked through with her arousal, sticky and damp as her need grew.

She wrapped both hands firmly around him, following the rhythm of her head, stroking up and down in perfect sync. The slickness of her saliva made each glide easy, her hands gliding smoothly along his thick length, adding to the pleasure building between them.

With a sudden move, she plunged down, taking him even deeper than before, until she could feel his fullness stretch her mouth. A shiver of satisfaction ran through her as she withdrew slowly, creating a powerful suction as she dragged her lips up his cock.

"Sluuuurrrp…"

TO BE CONTINUED