McGill pulls into the empty parking lot

The volleyball coach pulls into the parking lot, hitting potholes that jar he and his nubile passenger as he backs the sedan into a spot near one of the abandoned motel's doors.

"I'm sorry, Stacie. This motel's been closed for some time. But at least we'll get away from the swaying trees!" They both stare out the windshield as nature erupts before them. Garbage cans roll down the street before them, lightning crackles across the now-dark sky.

"It's okay, sir! I'm just glad you were there for me! Imagine if I'd be out in this now!" The teen shudders in her seat.

Coach McGill notices the involuntary reaction quaking her girlish curves.

"Oh, gosh, Stacie! I'm sorry! I forgot you still did get wet out there! Let me turn the headlights out to save the battery and I'll run the heater!"

McGill fumbles on the console between them and soon **** air shoots out the vents in front of Stacie. He looks at his star player, illuminated only by the bluish lights of the dashboard. It's only then that he realizes her attire is a bit more revealing than usual. Her top is skintight, near-bursting at the seams. The same could be said for the little shorts. Not an inch of tanned leg was hidden from view. It wasn't the typical attire for the virginal brunette. He felt his cock swell again, never finding release earlier when Stacie interrupted.