MR Day 9 - Go see Michelle

You're all adults here. Rebecca might be doing something stupid, but it's not like you have never done anything stupid...

You go to meet Michelle, who has asked you to come to the spa.

"Room two," Amy the masseuse tells you when you get there, and you excitedly hurry into that room and shut the door.

To your surprise and disappointment, you don't find the room full of candles, or Michelle naked on the table, or covered in massage oil or something... Michelle is there in her normal clothes, just waiting for you.

Well, you are still glad to see her. You give her a hug, and go in for a kiss, but she avoids it.

"Focus, kiddo," she says. "I'm not supposed to meet you during the week, and we don't have much time."

"What's wrong?" you ask. You know she has some hangups about messing around with you because of... the age difference, which is only like... ten years, and having been your coach and stuff, but also know she's definitely turned on by it.

"Something weird is going on here, Riley."

"What do you mean?"

"With this show and stuff," Michelle says, frowning. "I don't know what, but there are just a lot of odd things I'm noticing."

"Like what?" you ask.

"Like how Annette is in charge, and she is just so interested in you," Michelle says.

"Me?"

"Yeah. She spent half an hour today asking me questions about you. Personal questions. It's not just you. Adella, Viti... a couple other girls. It's like you're special to her somehow. Very, very weird stuff." Michelle shakes her head. "It's making me uncomfortable, and don't get me started on this place. This property. It's so huge, and there's a lot more here than just the soccer camp and the swim camp. Is it all part of the show? I don't know, they're really secretive."

So she's worried about you.

"It'll be fine," you assure her. Your sort of moment of soccer fame was very recent. That's probably why Annette pays attention to you. And Adella is just super good; of course she's special.

"I just want you to keep your eyes open. I knew about the FUTA stuff before they launched it, that was... like an open secret, but I don't know what's coming next. You understand?"

"OK," you say, your hands on her soft waist. "You worry too much."

"Oh my god. You are not even listening." Michelle rolls her eyes. "OK, up here." She pats the table, and you eagerly hop up. She reaches for your shorts, and you smirk at her.

"What's the occasion?"

"I know how bad it is for you when you have this tension before a game," she tells you.

Well, that kind of takes the romance out of it, but you are not complaining as her soft fingers pull your penis out and and stroke it. She blushes as you look right into her eyes. You easily get very hard.

It feels incredible. Your whole body tingles and you curl your toes. She's gentle, though... not giving you what you want. You breathe hard and bite your lip. She can tell just by looking at you how bad you want to get messy right here.

"I want you so bad," you say, just putting it out there.

She blushes harder but doesn't say anything, still stroking. You squeeze the table to stop from grabbing her. Your breath is getting short, so she knows you're close. That was so fast, but you are too turned on to be embarrassed.

"Come on," she whispers.

You snatch at your t-shirt and lift it up just in time. Your cock throbs in her hand, gobs of hot cum spilling over your belly. She keeps stroking, and it keeps going until you moan.

You lie down on the table, keeping your shirt away from the streaky puddle of cum on your belly.

"Fuck," you say.

Michelle looks amazed by the amount on you, and the amount dripping off her hand. She gets a towel and wipes you off.

"Feel better?" she asks. You give her your worn out, after orgasm smile.

"Remember what I said," she says sternly.

"More importantly, if I win will you come to the lodge?" you ask her cheekily as you stand up.

She rolls her eyes. "Sure."

"And wait for me with cold champagne?"

"It's a game, not the championship."

"It's the championship if I can see you after," you say, trying to look cool.

"Oh my god... It's late, Riley. Go take a cold shower and sleep."