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The Trainer

My heart was pounding as I watched them sprint on the tartan track. The first
baton hand-offs all were performed without a hitch. As the second leg of the
relay race began, I found myself jumping up and down, my adrenaline starting
to pump. My arms were moving, mimicking the baton receiving motion. The meager
spectators were buzzing as the third pass was made and it became evident that
it was a very close race. Close races were decided by the anchor leg runners.
I stretched and assumed my position, feet facing down the track and my body in
a one quarter turn toward my oncoming teammate.  I realized that I would be
receiving the baton in second place and moved over one lane. Then I could hear
the clapping of the runners feet on the track as they approached. My heart
felt like it would explode from my chest. Eye contact was made with my
teammate, and the mental gauging of when to start and how fast to run was done
in an instant. Off I sprinted. Three full strides later I extended my arm back
and received a perfect, in stride pass. I pumped my arms as powerfully as I
could, switched hands with the baton and was in full stride. Five meters
behind with about 100 meters to go. I was gaining slowly and thought that I
could catch up and win. 50 meters to go and only 2 meters behind. I knew the
other anchor could feel momentum. I shoved it into mental overdrive and
started to make a very serious move on the lead. We were shoulder to shoulder
with 20 meters to go when it happened. I felt a sharp pain in my right
hamstring muscle and pulled up instinctively. At the same time, I lost control
and balance of the pain and the sudden deceleration of speed. I fell hard. I
landed heavily on my hip and back and then rolled over a few times. When I
finally stopped, I had to grab my leg and straighten it out because the muscle
was cramping. My back was hurting and scraped, and so was my hip. Teammates
came running over, followed by the coach and our trainer. My first race on
national television ended with an injury, a fall and a defeat for our team. I
was more embarrassed at that moment than hurt. I was devastated. 
They put me on a stretcher and carried me off the track into the infield area.
The trainer Lois, told me it was not a hamstring pull, just a cramp. She put
an ice pack on the back of my leg and told me to sit still for a while. About
10 minutes later she returned and helped me up. She suggested that we go to
trainers room to take a look at my hip and back.  Once inside the office, I
sat on the table and waited for her to sort out her ointments and bandages.
She asked me to take off my track tank top so she could clean up the abrasion
and look at the swelling. After I pulled the tank top over my head, I was
wearing only my sports bra an silk running shorts. "There is a small cut on
your back just above your bra and some abrasions on the upper back area.".
"You probably will have some swelling and may wind up a little black and blue,
but you will be all right."  " I want to clean up that cut and get some
bacterial ointment on it and the abrasions. She helped me remove the bra and
as I pulled it over my head, I realized that my back was going to be real sore
the next day. She then pushed aside my running shorts and checked out my hip.
"This area is not cut, but it will probably be sore for the next few days." "A
little whirlpool will help that a lot."






I felt a little funny being nude from the waist up in an office that anyone
could walk in at any moment and held my top up to cover my breasts.  Lois
smiled. She said. "modest are we?" I replied, Yea, a little I guess."  She
smiled and said," No reason to with lovely breasts like yours."
Lois is a very fit woman in her early thirties that had a short career as a
professional beach volleyball player and a college high jumper. She was lean
and lanky, but she was 
curvy at the same time. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She came
back with a wash cloth, sponge and some type of ointment. She washed my back
with the sponge and some soap. She gently dried it off and spread the ointment
on the cut and abrasions. It was a cool and relieving feeling. She came around
in front of me and used the cool wash cloth to wipe my forehead of
perspiration. She cleaned off my face, neck and shoulders as well. The wash
cloth touched the top of the tank top I was holding up to my breasts and she
wiped my upper chest area in slow circular motions while humming a nonsense
tune. I let the top slide down a little to give her better access and she
began to smooth the cool cloth over the tops of my breasts and in between
them. She smiled. " I will put a bandage on that cut now. Do not put you top
on for a little while." Give the ointment a chance to penetrate." She covered
the cut and said, " I think you will be all right for the conference
championships next week." "You will need some rest and some therapy, but you
will be ready." "Come in tomorrow morning at 8 and I will change the dressing
and treat the leg and the abrasions to your back and hip." Then she left.
"Damn. Tomorrow is Saturday," I thought to myself, " I was planning to go to
the beach. Now I guess the sand and surf are out. Well, I guess I can give it
up for one week for the good of the team. 
I did not sleep too well because of the achiness and the heat. I slept nude
and left the windows open to try coaxing a breeze to enter, but that attempt
failed. I woke up achy, clammy and still a little sleepy. I padded off to the
shower all the while noticing that my hip was stiff and sore. I turned on the
water and kept it on the cool side. It felt great. I was snapped back to
reality when I turned around and the force of the water hit my back. It was
painful and I was glad that I was going to the trainers. I toweled of and
pulled on a t-shirt. I could not wear a bra because of the cut. I pulled on
panties and some shorts and I was on my way. I made my way to the trainers
room in about ten minutes. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I
tried the knob and it was unlocked. I made my way into the main treatment area
and sat on the bench, knocking a book off it and onto the floor.  Lois peeked
her head out from around the corner and said,"Oh, Leslie....I will be out in a
minute." "I have to dry off." " I just finished running 5 miles."
She came out with a towel wrapped around her head, turban style, and casually
drying off her glistening naked body with another. I must have blushed at
seeing her that way because she smiled and said, "Not to worry. we are both
girls." She looked better out of clothes than in them, and there are not many
people that can make that claim. She was 
5' 9" and had long, sleek muscles. She was a high jumper, so I guess being
tall helped. Her breasts were much larger than I thought they would be. They
were perfectly formed



and very firm looking. She was in her thirties but had a body any one on the
team would
love to have. As she toweled off, I stared. She caught me gawking and said,
"O.K., enough checking me out." " Get in the whirlpool for your leg and hip
therapy." 
"How should I position myself so that the jets are set properly?' As Lois was
finishing dryin off her back, she called  over to me and said, "take off the
shorts and panties and climb in." "Once you are in there, I will position
you." I stripped off my shorts and panties and climbed into the whilpool. I
looked over at Lois, wrapping the towel around her torso as she was walking
toward me. She put her hand on my shoulder and then reached under the water
with the other hand to located the jets. Then she touched my hip with her hand
and gently positioned my hip so that it was 4 or 5 inches away from the jet.
Her touch was soft and knowing. This certainly was not the first time she had
treated an injured athlete in this manner. She stepped back and removed the
turbanlike towel from her hair. She simply shook her head and the water flew
off in a concentric circle.  
She turned her attention to me again. Then she looked at the door. She walked
over and locked it saying, "Who knows who might come in for therapy
unannounced, maybe a male athlete." " Better make them knock first." 
She walked over to me and asked me 20 questions about my leg, back and hip.
She looked deep in thought for a few seconds, probably deciding on the proper
therapy, and said, " Take off your shirt and let me have a look at your back."
I reached down for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. My breast
swung into very and jiggled to a stop. I did have lovely breasts as Leslie put
it. She took in my breasts with her sharp, clear eyes for a moment too long
and smiled again. She applied a balm to my back.  It started to get hot almost
immediately. Then, one area in particular began to get real hot. I turned to
see her blowing on my back.  "See what happens to this stuff when you blow on
it?" " It gets hot!" Then she changed the subject by saying, "What kind of
soap do you use?" "Your skin looks very dry." I replied, "Whatever free
samples I pick up or whatever is left in the shower by my roommates." She went
to a cabinet over the sink and took out a tube of cream. "It would be a shame
to let such beautiful skin dry out and get old before it should." She then
began rubbing the lotion into my shoulder and upper arms. I murmured a little.
"Does that feel good?" she asked. "MMMM, yes I replied with my eyes closed.
She began to massage around my neck and upper chest area. It felt great. I
found myself lowering into another level of consciousness. I opened my eyes to
find that her towel had slipped down a little, exposing most of her left
breast. As she spread the lotion on me the towel dropped further and an erect
nipple burst into view. I then became aware that she was now massaging the
lotion onto my breasts, and then onto my stomach. I breathed deeply and
squirmed a bit in the whirlpool. After a few more minutes of what now had
turned into caressing, she let her towel drop to the floor. My breathing was
faster and more shallow as I admired her athletic form. "How about applying
some to my back for me?" said Lois as she handed me the tube and turned
around. I took it and spread some into my hands and then began to rub it all
over her lean and muscular back. I moved slightly to her side and began to
apply the lotion to her shoulder and upper arm. I saw the 




way her breast swayed as my hands massaged he upper arm. "You can touch them
if you want." she said. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts and
at contact, we both moaned. She reached over and fondled my quivering mounds
and pinched my nipples into erect status. She felt wonderful in my hands.
Soft, yet strong. So smooth. I put her nipples between my thumb and index
finger and lightly squeezed. "Harder", came a sultry voice. I obliged. She
leaned over and took one of my nipples into her mouth and then the other. I
could feel all of my sexual tension floating away under her touch and mouth.
Her hand then reached under the water and probed my pussy. I spread my legs to
give her better access and she took full advantage by plunging one finger and
then two deep inside me.  Her mouth remained locked on my nipples, and I had
an orgasm that left me shuddering.
Lois helped me out of the water and patted the table. "Lie down here lover."
"I want to taste you." She positioned herself near my feet and spread my legs
out wide. Her tongue bathed my clit and darted in and out of my pussy. Her
fingers started probing my asshole. I came again with a quick convulsion. My
voice echoed throughout the room. She did not stop until we were both
completely spent. She got to her feet and kissed me deeply and smiled. She
lead me to the shower area and turned on the water. The lukewarm spray felt
wonderful and gave me goose bumps at the same time. She then joined me under
the spray with a kiss and hug. "I have a treat for you" as she pointed to her
vagina and pushed the top of my head downward. I sank to my knees and ate like
I was at a smorgasbord. She came with a whimper two or three times. It was a
wonderful therapy session.
Leslie


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