Sarah Stride, The Coach.

Will's smile widens as Sarah Stride, the tall, toned woman swaggers into the changing room like a general walking the battlefield. The set up of the changing rooms, with several rows of lockers dividing the room, mean that she hadn't seen Will yet from his vantage place. His first instinct was to redress himself but he quashed that almost instantly as he rolled the ring around on his finger.

'How convenient...' He quietly says to himself, his hand drifting to his twitching shaft as the fit woman walked into the shower block. His heart,as well as his cock, leapt as he hoped that she would peel off that unflattering white tracksuit and soap herself up.

Alas, It was not to be...It appeared she was just inspecting the cleanliness of the showers. It was known the school over that Coach Strider had an almost military outlook on standards. In fact there were several rumours she was ex-army and few people had trouble believing it...

A few more dubious ones, claimed she was ex -special forces.

Will sighed in disappointment but kept stroking himself, there would be time for that and more soon...

Coach Strider was probably better described as handsome rather than pretty. Her dirty blond hair pulled tight into a severe ponytail and her face almost always twisted into a stern scowl but Will had seen her body on swim days, albeit only in a boring one piece swim suit.

But what a body! Golden tanned skin covered every inch of her lithe, athletic body. Pert B cup breasts sat high and proud on a firm chest, above a sculpted set of abs that had been obvious even through the tight green lycra of the swimsuit. A firm ass that you could bounce dimes off and a set of thighs that could crack walnuts if she wanted to...

She had occupied many of Will's late night fantasies...Albeit with a prettier face and maybe fatter tits.

'All doable now...' He chuckled, licking his lips as she slowly walked towards his position and he spread his legs wide, all the better to show off his huge shaft as he released it, letting it flop against his thigh even as it twitched and pulsed with need and a desire for attention.

He had often been intrigued by his own desires. Considering how much he hated anyone showing any strength or defiance towards him, why was he so attracted to woman who could most likely kick his ass.

He had many times imagined Martha Weathers and Sarah Stride making out, hot and sweaty, after track and field before he himself came in and fucked them silly.

Hell, he had even transformed Diane into a sports nut, albeit a sex crazed one...

The answer came to him then, as Coach Stride rounded the corner, her blue eyes widening in shock, horror and outrage.

Will liked fit women.

There was no doubt about that...

But what he liked more was:

Fit woman slavishly submitting to him...

Fitting that it would be the coach who would help him re-forge his body...