Dan borrows your wife

Katie came back with a glass of water, and the sweaty Dan took the glass gratefully, downing it quickly. He thanked her for the drink and got up to leave, but paused and made sure to get Katie’s cell phone number before he departed. After that, he headed off back towards his place, his overweight form shambling down your front porch. You turned to Katie and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re really planning on reorganizing some old man’s house for him?” You asked, surprised at how freely she had volunteered. She crossed her arms. “Well- it’s not like I’m buying the furniture or anything. He just wanted me to look around and give him some advice. I mean, he’s basically just asking me to come by and critique his house. It’s not really a big favor.” She insisted. You shrugged. “Alright. I guess. I just don’t want you to end up being taken advantage of.” You offered. Katie’s eyes narrowed and she scoffed. “What? Dylan… he’s old enough to be my father and he has a heart condition. It’s not him taking advantage of me. I’m just trying to do something nice for someone important to me.” She said, looking at you with disbelief and a rare expression of anger. “I’m sorry that’s so hard for you to understand.” She said, turning away and walking upstairs. You rolled your eyes. To you, it was more than a little obvious that this older man was playing up his former connection with Katie, and his health condition, to elicit sympathy and free labor. But you could see it would be hard, if not impossible, to make Katie see that. So you let her simmer and didn’t bring up the issue again.

Dan texted her over the next few days to arrange a day when she could come by his place. As you got home from a busy day of work, you saw her heading out carrying a toolbox. She was dressed in a white crop top and some khaki short shorts which showed a lot of her legs and thighs. Her tight white top was see-through enough that you could make out a cute pink bra underneath. She looked at you as you walked in. You cast a curious glance at the toolbox. “Hey, what’s going on?” You asked, looking at the tool kit expectantly. She shrugged. “Oh, nothing bad, but today was the day I promised Dan I’d come check out his place. I wanted to be able to take a few measurements and stuff, in case we end up ordering something online.” She said, gesturing to the toolkit. You nodded, knowing this was a sensitive topic for her. “Ah, gotcha…” you said, not wanting to start another argument. “Well, have fun- do you know how long you’ll be over there?” You asked her, and she shrugged again. “As long as it takes, I guess” she said. She didn’t sound angry or confrontational, but her voice was firm. You nodded again. “Okay, have fun.” You told her, trying to be supportive. Letting her walk over to her old coach’s place, alone.

Katie knocked on the door and Dan greeted her with a big smile. “Katie!” He cried, rushing forward and seizing her by her waist and pulling her into another smothering hug. His hands once again wrapping around her body lower on her waist than she was comfortable with, but she didn’t protest. She didn’t complain about his smell, or the way her breasts were **** to press hard against his chest during the tight embrace. “Hi coach!” She managed to murmur despite being hugged so tightly, and when he finally let go, she smiled at him. “I’m here to help out with the wallpaper and the furniture and stuff.” She said, with a bright smile. She liked the idea of helping the older man who had helped her be a star athlete back in the day, even if his methods had been questionable. Dan beamed. “Thank you Katie, you’re an Angel. Come right on in.” He said, holding the door for her and shamelessly checking out her thick ass in her short shorts while she walked past him and into his home. He closed and quietly locked the door behind her.

They spent some time moving between rooms, Katie giving her two cents on what the room needed and could be rid of. Dan nodded and made perfunctory comments, but largely just ogled her and hovered closer to her than he needed to be. He seemed uncoordinated, because he was brushing against her and bumping into her constantly. However they neared the end of the little house tour, and Katie nodded to herself. “Alright- I think we’ve gotten a lot worked out here. A few new wallpapers, a few new rugs- and I’m telling you that with one more couch, the living room is really gonna come together…” she rattled off, but Dan was barely listening. He knew he needed to do something to keep her from leaving, and he knew he was running out of time. He nodded at first. “Yes, I think the couch could- could really- ohhh….” He let out a sudden groan and clutched his chest. He seemed to sway on his feet for a moment as Katie looked at him concerned. “Coach Dan? Are you alright?” She asked, eyes wide. Dan suddenly lunged towards her, grabbing her shoulder and waist before he collapsed on top of Katie. “Oh shit!” She cried out as his weight was far more than she could bear, and she fell backwards down onto the carpeted floor, as Dan’s sweaty overweight body pinned her down against the ground.

His face had conveniently fallen between her breasts, and his hands had seized her round hips in a tight grip. “Ow… are you alright?” Katie asked, more concerned about him despite being knocked down and now being crushed by his weight. He shifted around slightly, his hands slowly groping her body and his head moving between her breasts before he murmured “Ohhh… what happened?” He asked, sitting up slightly and gazing down at Katie. “Oh no. Katie- I’m so sorry. I must have had an episode with my heart and fallen… thank god you were here.” He said, looking down at her. She still couldn’t get up with him on top of her, so she just returned his gaze. “Im just glad you’re okay…” she said, all the sudden excitement and physical contact leaving her sounding a little breathless. “Katie…” he whispered, and he raised one of his hands and brushed her hair from her face as she lay pinned on the ground beneath his corpulent body. “I think you saved my life…” he said, doing his best to sell the words as genuine. Katie smiled brightly, looking so happy. “Really…?” She asked sweetly, and then Dan leaned down and kissed her. There was a soft squeak of surprise from Katie as his lips pressed against hers. His breath stank and her eyes opened wide with shock at first. But then as the two shared a deep kiss there on Dan’s bedroom floor, her eyes gradually closed. Her hands slowly wrapping around him.