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She was running hard – her aertex shirt clinging to her wet flesh, rain and sweat mingling and pouring down her face, her chest, between her breasts and down her belly. The short gym skirt flapping as her thighs pounded against the slippery ground was leaving red marks on the vulnerable skin. Mud splashed on her calves, forming dark marks against the cold pink. She looked up as she ran down the hill and lost her rhythm as she saw him standing at the gate. Even from this distance she could make out his dark hair laid flat by the rain and the triangular shape of his body that tapered into neat hips and powerful legs. With a massive effort she got her breathing under control, she didn’t want to let him down, her time needed to be good. Pleasing him was important, it was all that mattered. She picked up speed, forcing her body to work harder, desperate to earn his praise. Her strong, long legs took her towards him, closer to the man who inspired every hundredth of a second that she worked off her times. ‘Stop,’ he said. She slowed, confused. ‘I said – Stop!’ She stopped. ‘Come here.’ She tried to control the shiver that ran through her. The thought that she had failed him… it must be really bad for him to stop her last training run before the competition. ‘You’re a tenth down – at that rate you’re never going to win.’ She looked away, unable to face the disappointment in his face. ‘Please Sir, I will do better. I know I can do better.’ ‘You know how hard I’ve worked to get you to this condition; you should be doing better every time you come out here and run for me. You’re not trying hard enough.’ She looked at the muddy ground, the sound of the rain loud in the almanbahis seconds in which she suffered his displeasure. Pushing her wet auburn hair back from her face, she forced herself to look at him. ‘This club has invested a lot in your training, I have invested a lot in your training. What are we going to do about your lack of commitment?’ ‘Sir, please tell me what I can do to be better…’ ‘Well for starters, you can come and sit on this gate.’ He indicated the five bar gate that his lean body was leaning against. ‘What? I…’ ‘Look at the state of you – you’re a disgrace,’ she looked down at her once white aertex, now splashed with mud, soaked through and clinging to her small, jutting breasts; her navy gym skirt had slipped so that it was low on her hips, the thin material sticking to her thighs. She looked back into his hard eyes and tried to tidy herself up. ‘Get off the path and come and sit on the gate. I need to talk to you about what you’re going to do to make things right.’ She climbed up onto the gate, swinging her legs over whilst attempting to keep her short skirt from revealing her wet knickers. By the stern look on his face, she knew that he’d caught a flash of pink and black. Now he knew she hadn’t been wearing regulation team underwear. She was in so much trouble, why did that thought evoke a pleasurable tremor deep within her? Clinging to the top bar of the gate, she bent her legs up and rested them on a lower bar, trying to keep her trembling knees together. He stepped forward. He was really close; how she had longed to be this close to him. She could feel his warm breath on the cold flesh between her breasts. She took a quick glimpse down and almanbahis yeni giriş bit her lip. Her buttons had come undone revealing pink roses on black satin so now he knew she wasn’t wearing her sports bra either. He put his hands on either side of her leaning forward and staring up into her longing eyes. ‘You look cold,’ he said, she nodded. He put his right hand on her cheek. ‘Feel how cold my hands are. I’m cold because I’ve been standing out here, wasting my time for your sake.’ His cold hands burned her soft skin with desire. ‘I’m sorry, Sir. I…’ her voice trailed off as he slipped his hand under her top, pressing it against her belly. She froze, shocked and ecstatic at his intimate touch, not sure what to do. ‘I think you could start making things better by warming me up a bit, don’t you?’ he said. ‘Well, yes, I suppose I could do that.’ She swallowed and then gasped as he slipped his hand up to her breasts. Her nipples were already hard from the cold but the unexpected touch fired an electric shock into her groin. ‘You realise that you are making me do something that I could be sacked for?’ he said. She just stared at his face, it was so close and she couldn’t take her eyes off his lips. ‘You’re very bad and you need to learn the error of your ways. Don’t you agree?’ She nodded. ‘Yes Sir, whatever you say Sir.’ She was trembling now, torn between bolting and surrendering. Years of suppression fought with months of longing. ‘Let’s start with removing your non-regulation clothing, shall we?’ He unclipped her bra. ‘Take it off.’ She pulled the straps through her sleeves, then slipped the scanty bit of material out from under her top. He took it from almanbahis giriş her and shoved it into his pocket. Then he ran his hands up her thighs. She let out an involuntary moan that invoked an almost imperceptible tremor in his sure hands. As he pulled the waistband of her panties she raised her hips so that he could slide them down her wet legs. Again he put them in his pocket. The sensation of the rough wood against her bare arse as she sat back down again sent shivers through her body. He ran his hands down her thighs and slipped them up under her top, cupping her breasts. She took a sharp intake of breath and arched her back. Her body was on fire, she no longer felt fear only desire but she couldn’t move, wouldn’t run. She noticed that his breathing was becoming heavy, his blue eyes sharply attentive in the grey light, watching the green of hers, drinking in her rising lust. The rain was still pouring but she didn’t mind anymore, the drops were no longer cold, they were invigorating, each splash on her skin sending delicious shocks of pleasure through her body. He pinched one of her nipples hard and she gasped. ‘You’re not supposed to be enjoying this,’ he said. ‘Let me show you the terrible effect you have on me. This is what makes you a wicked girl.’ He removed one of his hands from her breasts and took one of hers. Pulling her forward so that she had to hold tight to the rail to keep her balance, he pressed her hand against the hard bulge in his trousers. She gasped at the unexpected hardness of his straining cock, her eyes widened and she felt her neck flush. He saw the reaction too and she felt his hard-on twitch inside his training pants. Their faces were very close, she could feel his breath on her lips. Suddenly he pushed her back so that she was sitting upright on the gate again. He pushed her knees apart and pressed one hand against the throbbing mound between her legs.

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