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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood - Johanna's Night
Part: 3
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 looked under and around the bench three times before admitting
that someone had taken her clothes.  Well, not all her clothes.  The tank
top remained, but her shorts, jacket and swimsuit were gone.  She already
had a prime suspect.
   **Alex!
   She had told Alex to gather up all the swimsuits and send them off to be
laundered.  He must have come in while she was showering and taken hers as
well!  Did she forget to lock the bathroom door or did he break in?  The
shower stall itself had no door or curtain; only a separator wall.  Could
he have he sneaked a peek without her noticing?
   The swimsuit itself was no big loss.  Johanna never intended to wear
that to bed.  But her shorts were a different matter.  A tank top was poor
substitute for a proper nightgown.  And without panties, she had to hold it
down over her pussy to remain even marginally modest.  But doing that
pulled the cleavage scandalously low and caused her breasts to bulge out
both arm holes.  Her nipples made sharp points in the thin fabric.  For
once Johanna was thankful that they were so pale pink.
   She was stuck using towels as a temporary substitute until she could
find out what had happened to the rest of her clothes.  Water drops from
her hair turned the white fabric nearly transparent where they landed.  She
didn't have a hair dryer, so she rubbed her hair dry then wrapped one towel
around her head to prevent further dripping.  A second towel around her
waist covered down to her knees.
   She found Alex reclining in the living room along with a few other boys.
The way they grinned knowingly at her made her uncomfortable.  So she
crossed her arms across her chest.
   "Alex, I need to say to you something.  In private."
   Alex didn't move.  "We're fine right here, Coach.  The guys won't mind.
What's up?"
   Johanna didn't appreciate his attitude.  His tone of voice conveyed no
recognition that she was his superior.  She did not have the same respect
and authority that Coach Ron was able to demand.  But a team member had
never blatantly declined a request like this.  The conversation had
everyone's attention now as Johanna broached the sensitive subject of her
missing clothing.
   My...swimsuit.  It is where?"
   "I sent it with the rest, like you told me to."
   "Everything?  I didn't mean my....mine, too."
   "Oh.  Well, you didn't specify, so I was just being thorough."
   "And when it will be to return?"
   "They said the laundry service usually delivers around 5:30.  Is there a
problem?"
   The other boys snickered at her obvious embarrassment.  Finally, unable
to think of the right wording in English, her frustration flared and she
lost her composure.  She tried to reassert her authority by yelling.
   "OK!  It is now to bed time.  All of you!  I make room check in other
rooms.  And all lights to be off and all boys in bed when I to return!"
   She stormed out of the suite to the sound of more snickering.  She had
lost control of those boys and could only pray the outburst of anger would
generate enough healthy respect to get them in their beds and keep them
there for the night.  What would she do if they simply stopped obeying her
instructions?  She had no idea.
   The regular rooms were below the suite levels, so Johanna had to take
the elevator down three floors.  She convinced herself that the towel was
not out of place in the hallway.  She just looked like a guest on her way
to the hotel pool.  No one had to know she wasn't wearing a swimsuit
underneath.  Moving from the soft carpeted hallway into the cold, hard
elevator floor, she regretted storming out without her shoes.  But it was
too late to go back and retrieve them now.
   The boy in the first room did not answer her knocks; an inauspicious
start to her rounds.  When no one came to the door, she gave up and moved
to the next room.  It, too, was empty.  Johanna double-checked her
clipboard.
   **1821 is the right room.  So where is Desmond?  The penthouse is in
outright revolt.  The other rooms are deserted.  Ugh!
   She knocked a little louder, but felt silly doing it and feared
attracting unwanted attention.  Instead of looking like a swimmer on the
way to the pool, she looked like a girl stranded outside her hotel room in
inadequate clothing.
   **Oh, why didn't I get a master keycard?
   Since all the rooms were reserved in her name, Johanna could have
ordered one when she checked in.  It would have made her rounds much
easier. But she couldn't go down to the front desk and ask for one now. 
Not dressed like this.
   Marking the first two rooms with an X, Johanna moved on around the
corner to 1809.  She was initially relieved to hear signs of life coming
from within as she approached.  But her heart leapt into her throat as the
words became clearer.
   "Oh, oh, oh!  Oh, Fuck Yeah!  Give it to me!"
   Johanna didn't need a translator to understand those phrases.  She was
confused and her concern eased only slightly when she figured out that the
vulgar language was coming not from the occupants of the room, but from a
pornographic movie.  When she knocked, the sound stopped and Sam came to
the door.
   "Hi, Coach." He left the door cracked and retreated back into the room.
   Johanna peered in and saw the TV.  Though it had been muted, the graphic
scene of vigorous copulating continued on the screen.  It was so intense
that she had to look away.  It bothered her that Sam had not turned the
movie completely off before answering the door.  Where was the respect?
   **He would not do this to Coach Ron.
   Sam was a nice guy who rarely said much; the strong and silent type. 
She would hardly call Silent Sam a troublemaker.  But then again, Alex had
always acted compliant until tonight.  Something about being far from home
in a strange city brought out the mischief in these boys.  Johanna warily
entered.
   Sam was shirtless and reclining in the bed with the covers pulled up to
his waist.  Like most high school boys, he still had some growing to do. 
He had been among the fittest on the team even before Coach Ron's extreme
conditioning kicked in.  After a few weeks everyone mirrored Sam's
physique; chiseled abs and bulging muscles.  But Sam had earned his muscles
before Coach Ron arrived.  They were the product of his first love,
baseball.
   Johanna checked the familiar scar on his shoulder.  He had been among
the first to receive a massage after practice.  That's where she learned
about his scar.  After the injury, he couldn't play baseball anymore, so he
turned to swimming.
   "Lights out, Sam," Johanna said with her best effort at sounding
authoritative, "time for to bed!"
   Sam looked her up and down with an amused look on his face then reached
over and tapped the power button on the remote.  Though he remained silent,
Johanna knew he must be laughing on the inside.  How was she going to
enforce lights out?  He would probably turn his movie right back on as soon
as she was beyond earshot.
   **Well, at least he's in his room and not out running around like the
other boys.  Have to give him credit for that.
   Johanna favored Sam.  He was easygoing and dependable; attractive
qualities to go along with his attractive body.  Among the first to shed
his towel around the locker room, Johanna knew he had nothing to be ashamed
of.  When it came to equipment size, his was safely in the top 10.  He also
had the distinction of being the first erection on the team that Johanna
had witnessed.
   Rounding the corner of the locker room on the second week of practice,
she had nearly run him over.  That was back when most of the boys still
wore towels.  And seeing every inch of him hanging there genuinely shocked
her.  Johanna recalled turning bright red while Sam had shown no sign of
embarrassment.
   Then it happened.  Her English was too weak to converse, so she spit out
a few broken phrases while trying not to stare as he grew hard before her
eyes.  She later started taking it as a compliment that her boys got turned
on when she was around.  And several times since seeing Sam naked, she had
pleasured herself while thinking about that encounter.  Why shouldn't she?
He had a great package and she was barely out of high school herself.  It
was a natural thing for a young lady to fantasize about.
   The TV flicked off.  With only a bedside lamp for light, the setting
felt much more intimate.  And without competition from the copulating TV
couple, Sam turned his gaze completely on her making her feel
self-conscious.  She tried to stop thinking about his penis and say
something intelligent.
   "How is shoulder?"
   "Sore...could use a little work." Same never said more than a few words
at a time.
   Johanna was much more comfortable in the support role than in that of
the authority figure and gladly jumped to his aid.  She couldn't have her
Ferrari going to sleep with a flat tire.  A tune-up was in order and she
was the mechanic for the job.
   Sam bore his burden solemnly.  He never complained but she had noticed
the knots around his scar.  She always gave it extra attention whenever she
massaged him and he seemed grateful.  After a full day of swimming followed
by a several hours' drive, she knew he must be hurting now.
   She rounded and came up beside the bed.  Temporarily disregarding her
state of dress, she climbed up to kneel beside Sam and attacked his
shoulder; kneading muscles with professional efficiency.  Under her strong
grip the tension melted away and Sam visibly relaxed.  He said nothing and
Johanna was ok with that.  She just went about her work in silence.  A good
10 minutes later, the knots in his right shoulder were completely gone.
   "All done.  Is good now?" Johanna had been up on her knees during the
massage for leverage.  When she sat back on her bottom, the towel parted up
one side leaving most of one leg exposed.  She looked down and back up just
in time to see that Sam had noticed the gap, too.
   "That was nice, but..." he paused as if making up his mind about
something.  "I could use a little more work.  There's still some
stiffness."...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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