The Naughty Coach
When he stood up, his nose lightly brushed against her butt cheeks. “Ouch,” she murmured playfully.
Panting slightly, Linda slows her jog to a brisk walk as she approaches Ben, who seems to be enjoying a leisurely stroll through the park. Her cheeks are flushed and her grey jogging top clings to her damp skin. She wipes a strand of sweat-soaked hair from her forehead. “Excuse me, sir,” she says, trying to catch her breath, “but I couldn’t help but notice how fit you are at your age. Any secrets you’re willing to share?”...