Your Stance

“Actually, Maria, I think there’s a problem with your stance.”

“Really? What?” Maria gets down into her cat-like stance ready for a ball to drop from any angle. Her outfit clings to her body nicely. The black spandex tank-top baring a few inches of flat toned midriff, her shorts clinging deep into the crack of her perfectly sculpted ass.

You walk around her, like an art critic judging a nude sculpture. This can’t help but lead you’re mind into imagining her body nude, but you shake that off. Her stance is good, but you give her pointers. “Your feet should be farther apart,” she adjusts, “Not that far. You need to arch your back more, you’ll see the ball better if your less hunched over. Here.”

You place your hands around her narrow waist and adjust her posture. Your fingers linger over her abs and your pinkies graze the waist of her shorts. You walk in front of her, “You need to bounce more.” She bounces slightly and you ogle mightily as she stares back down towards her feet. Stepping behind her you continue, “You need to lunge into the stance a little more.” You lunge with her, positioning yourself under and behind her.

She blushes and looks back at you. “Coach? Do you want to tell me anything else?”