My Leg!

Oh yea... you had an idea. After lap two, when Coach Tanaka's van passed by, you put on the best performance of your life up to that point.

"My Leg!!!" You screamed as you fell on the ground, specifically positioning your fall so that your ass would jiggle just a bit as you collapse. That caught the coach's eye. The van stopped as he and his student aide got down to help you in. Your ass jiggled in those cheap PE shorts as you flopped down onto the van floor.

"What happened, Ms. Vulet?"

"I think my leg had cramped up, can you help me?" you put on your best puppy eyes.

"Errmmmm, sure," he turns to the student aide, "just drive the car, buddy, I'll be, ermmmm, busy." He begins to rub the calf of your "injured" leg. "This, ermmmm, okay?"

You can smell the tobacco from here, but you need him to get closer, distract him more. You pull his leg up to your thigh. "Mmmmm more like up here."

Beads of sweat begin to accumulate on his brow way faster than normal. His breathing was becoming stilted. "Ermmm, do you think that was good enough," he says after only squeezing your thigh once.

Fuck it, you think. "More like right here," you state while placing his two hands on your ass while guiding his fingers to squeeze over and over. Eventually, he began to take control. Playing with your ass like play-doh. His phone timer went off indicating that class was over.

"I- Ermmm, I'll give you credit for today," he said as he quickly dropped you off. Mission success.