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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood - Johanna's Night
Part: 2
Summary: Things quickly get out of hand for hot, young Coach Johanna
when has to sponsor an overnight trip for the boys' swim team all by
herself.
Keywords: m+F
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   Johanna woke with a start to the sound of someone knocking on the suite
door.  She was lying on the floor and disoriented.  Her hair had absorbed
the smell of beer from a spill on the carpet.  She didn't know how long she
had been asleep, but she must have been pretty tired.  Even the fall from
the bar stool had not woken her.  She stood up and brushed some peanut
shells off her shirt and went to answer the door.
   She and Alex reached the foyer at the same time.  A hotel waiter entered
wheeling in a cart loaded with covered dishes.
   "Alex, what is this?  It is bed time, not dinner."
   "Sorry, Coach.  You said you would come around for room check at 10:15.
When you didn't show up, some of the guys got hungry."
   Johanna looked at the clock on the wall.  It was 11:30.  She had been
asleep for an hour and a half.  She let Alex keep the food since it had
already been delivered.  She thanked the waiter.  It kind of pissed him off
that she didn't tip him.  But she couldn't help it.  She had given the last
of her cash to the valet.
   The nap had reinvigorated Johanna.  She decided room check could wait a
little longer.  It still didn't occur to look into her own sleeping
arrangement.  She assumed she would have her own bedroom.  But having been
preoccupied by the party and focused on getting her team settled, she
hadn't bothered to find her own bedroom yet.  While the boys in her suite
chowed down on the room service, she checked her clipboard.  Among the
hastily scribbled notes she had written down one which simply said "wash
uniforms."
   It must have been one of the more important instructions from Coach Ron,
because it was underlined three times and had a star beside it.  The suites
had no washing machines, but the hotel should have some sort of laundry
service.  Johanna recruited Alex for that task.  She told him to collect
the swim uniforms and contact the front desk about having them washed and
delivered first thing in the morning.  She also gave him the clipboard so
he could write down the room assignments as he went around.
   Delegating that task to Alex freed her for the time being and gave her a
chance to freshen up.  She wasn't about to go to bed with beer-soaked hair.
"You tell guys get ready to bed while I am to take shower?"
   Alex took a step back and raised his empty hands.  "How are we supposed
to get ready for bed when we didn't bring any supplies?  No toothbrushes.
No pajamas.  Nothing."
   **Oh, that's right.
   And she was in worse shape.  The road trip to Indy had been a last
minute change of plans.  The boys had changed out of their swim uniforms
into street clothes before boarding the bus.  At least they had shorts or
boxers to sleep in.  But Johanna was still wearing her coaching uniform. 
Her regular clothes were all the way back at Thornwood.  Her purse carried
a few essentials but little in the way of substantial travel supplies.  She
certainly didn't have a change of clothes in there.
   Johanna dismissed him with an unhelpful shrug and left to commence her
shower.  He was smart enough to figure something out.  She heard a grunt of
dissatisfaction from Alex, but thought nothing of it.
   The bathroom's marble surfaces and polished brass fixtures befitted a
luxury suite.  Johanna briefly considered using the bathtub.  A relaxing
soak would do her tired muscles well.  But relaxation was not her main goal
here.  She undressed and folded her clothes on a cushioned bench with her
shoes underneath before entering the shower stall.
   Though comfort was secondary to washing the beer out of her hair,
Johanna was pleasantly surprised to find the luxury extended to the shower
area.  The open step-in style space had three shower heads mounted along
one wall and one on the ceiling.  After adjusting the temperature, she
scooted into the torrent and lathered up her hair from a little hotel
shampoo bottle.
   Johanna was proud of her body.  Bright blue eyes and fair skin attested
to her Swedish heritage.  Blonde curls framed her face in a way that could
certainly be described as seductive.  She had long legs and nice hips that
curved into a tight waist.  But her upper body was her proudest feature.
   She credited her strong hands and arms for landing her this job in the
first place.  Having been formally trained back in Sweden, she was hired on
at the aquatic club in Zurich partly because of her skills as a masseuse.
With professional athletes in training year-round, there was never a
shortage of tight muscles that needed to be worked out.
   As word of her talent spread, it became one of her primary duties at the
aquatic club.  She treated the athletes training there like fine-tuned
sports cars; requiring a team of mechanics to keep them running in top
condition.  She was just part of the pit crew and willing to assist however
would help the swimmers achieve peak performance.
   When she found out that someone from the club had been selected to coach
in America and was bringing an assistant with him, she applied at once.  It
was the chance of a lifetime.  A promotion to assistant coach and
experience with an American swim team, even at the high school level, would
look great on her resume; not to mention the significant pay raise.
   Her boyfriend was against it from the beginning.  In retrospect, Johanna
knew she had been too good for him.  He hinted about wanting to get married
someday, but she doubted his sincerity.  He was hardly marriage material.
More likely he was upset about losing his cute Swedish masseuse girlfriend.
   Johanna ended up getting the job; mostly because she was the only
applicants who could speak even a little English.  And in the matter of two
weeks she had broken up with her boyfriend, packed up her meager
belongings, and was on a plane for her new life.
   She was still adjusting to the strange customs and dialects when school
began.  Coach Ron put her in charge of the boys' team.  She struggled in
her new leadership role and had no idea what they thought of her.  She
found familiar comfort at the massage table.  That's where she started to
win the team over.
   The first day after practice, when she got out her table and supplies,
the boys all stared at her like she was crazy.  Most high school coaches
don't give out free massages.  But one brave soul stepped up.  Within a
week they were all hooked.  They practically ran to the locker room after
practice and jostled in line for their turn at the table.  Besides being a
morale booster, it made her feel like she was making a real contribution to
the team.
   Johanna finished rinsing her hair.  As she grabbed the bar of soap and
started to scrub her body, the image of Tyler standing nude in the hot tub
popped in to her mind.  A naughty thought struck her.
   **The party's over, but there are still seven boys in the penthouse. 
And Tyler's not the only stud on the team.  I should go out there after my
shower in just a towel and announce that I'm taking a late night dip.  They
would climb all over each other for the chance to join me.  I might even
let a few worthy candidates, but they would have to earn the right.  Ooh, I
could make them wrestle me for it!
   For fun, she went through the list of her boys to see which, if any,
could pin her.  Being so deceptively strong would work to her advantage. 
Most would underestimate her.  The rest would become mesmerized by the
sight of her naked breasts.  She pictured them waiting in line for their
turn.  And no doubt, after the first few lost so easily, some would give up
trying to beat her and just go for the chance to cop a quick feel of her
enticing body before she took them down.
   Johanna reached up and cupped one of her tits.  Though more buxom than
most women her age, her breasts were especially firm.  She was lucky in
that respect.  She guessed her strong pectoral muscles kept them from
moving around too much.  She didn't even need a sports bra to go jogging.
They were like two perfectly round melons sitting high and stationary on
her chest.
   She tweaked a nipple.  In her opinion, her nipples were too small for
her breasts.  Or maybe her breasts were too big for her nipples.  Either
way, she always thought they looked childish on her otherwise mature chest.
She could cover one completely with a couple fingers.  And they were so
light pink that they barely contrasted with her creamy white skin.  At
least they would make a smaller target for her horny wrestling opponents.
   Going down the line, each new partner was bigger than the last, but she
always dispatched him anyway.  Just then Johanna realized why the matches
were getting tougher.  The order was no accident.  She had lined her team
up by genital size; smallest to largest.
   **I've got to stop doing that!  It's not professional.
   But how could she?  The aquatic club in Zurich had its share of male
nudity.  But wrinkly old men who never covered up on the way to the sauna
couldn't compare to Thornwood.  Naked American teenage boys were so hot. 
Because swimmers shaved their pubic hair, their jewels were all the more
prominent.
   Not only was her team generally well-endowed, but they were also
constantly horny.  Their erections always seemed to be on standby.  She
couldn't walk through the locker room without generating at least a dozen
hard-ons.  She had those cocks all to herself.  What 22 year old girl
wouldn't fantasize about it in her situation?
   Her shower was done and she was dallying, but as Johanna turned around
one of the sprayers hit directly between her legs.  She stood there a
moment as water peppered her tingling pussy.  Johanna had never swum
competitively.  But she had adopted the habit of shaving her pubic hair;
all but a little strip just above her cleft.  She gave it a little pet, and
then moved down for a quick stroke of her bare lips before reluctantly
turning away from the sprayer.
   As she rinsed the last of the soap from her body, she wrapped up her
wrestling fantasy.  She had saved the biggest and strongest for last.  No
surprise, Tyler was among them.  He had probably the third or fourth
largest cock on the team; an impressive specimen among an esteemed
collection.
   On second thought, she wasn't sure exactly where Tyler fit in the order.
That's because she never saw him fully erect.  As in the hot tub, he had an
uncanny ability to control himself in that respect.  Because he was always
at half-mast, she couldn't pin him down like the other boys.  If he was
third biggest when half erect...who knows?
   **Surely he's not bigger than Tank.
   Hank Harrison held the distinction of having the biggest cock on the
team.  Because of his bulging muscles his teammates nicknamed him "Tank".
He was built more like a football player than a swimmer.  But that didn't
mean he wasn't fast.  A freestyle specialist, his technique was more brute
force than anything.  He swam angry and churned up the water behind him. 
Coach Ron had chastised him more than once for using poor form, but no one
could argue with the results.
   Johanna absolutely could not stand up to Tank.  He was probably twice
her size and made of pure muscle.  Tyler was doubtful, too, along with a
few of the other seniors.
   But alas, it was all just a fantasy; nothing more.  Johanna thought her
night was going to consist of making the rounds, doing room-check on her
team, then curling up in her own bed for too few hours of much needed sleep
before hitting the road again tomorrow.  But it didn't quite turn out that
way.  For when she got out of the shower and found her clothes missing,
that's when Johanna's night truly began to get interesting...TO BE
CONTINUED
  
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