'Watching Carmella' tells what happened when green-eyed Coach Hernandez is charged with being chaperone to the gorgeous young Latin hockey star Carmella...
Carmella and Milana’s biggest mistake, when they did eventually awaken, was to head back to their room together. They had missed the morning team meeting for the Uruguayan Olympic field hockey team, and when Coach Gloria Hernandez spotted them together, she put two and two together.
Both young women looked exhausted and they had not even showered! They were certainly too tired to play in the match against Japan that day. Angry and indignant, Coach Hernandez announced that they would be fined the equivalent of 2,000 dollars each and that she would be moving into Carmella’s room that evening. “If the mice are going to play,” as she put it, “then the cat cannot afford to stay away!”
Carmella, 20, accepted these disciplinary measure without complaint. Later that day, confined to her room, she found out that Uruguay had lost their qualifying game that day, and she knew that the absence of Milana, 28, and herself had damaged the team. All she wanted to do now was to get some sleep and try to make things up to her team-mates in the following game. So it was with some relief that Carmella retired to bed at 8 o’clock, sure in the knowledge that Milana’s subversive and exciting influence had been forcibly removed, with Coach Hernandez standing guard like some kind of old-fashioned chaperone.
Yet, for some reason, Carmella woke in the night and opened her eyes. Immediately, she shut them tight! She could not quite believe what she had seen.
Across the room, Coach Hernandez was apparently lying wide awake in her bed, her large eyes staring intently at Carmella!
That was disconcerting enough, but to make matters worse Carmella suddenly felt rather cold and she realized that she had thrown off her own covers and was now lying in just her white lace panties and bra. Could she still be dreaming? Why was she running into sexual activity – and sexual desire – on every step of her route to the Olympic dream? She so wanted to look again in the direction of her coach, but she simply didn’t dare!
Then Carmella thought of a plan. She would open her eyes again, but this time only the tiniest amount so that the slight movement would not be discernable from the other side of the room. Slowly, cautiously she raised her eyelids a fraction. Carmella’s view was hazy now and partially obscured by her own long eyelashes, but it seemed pretty clear that Coach Hernandez, like Carmella herself, had actually thrown off her covers in the heat of the night and was lying on her side so that she was facing Carmella.
At the top of Coach’s long, strong, tanned legs, the young woman could just about make out the contours of a pair of black panties. Part of Carmella was still exhausted from the night before. But something primal had been awakened in her now, and it was hard to put it back in its box. The sight of her coach in her black panties was strangely, disturbingly exciting! Carmella was taken aback by her own reaction here. This woman must be twenty years older than Carmella, for a start!
Carmella was terrified of being caught peeking herself, but she kept that small window open between her eyelids. The walkways around the compound were lit all night for safety reasons. One of the lamps was casting a kind of yellow-orange light on the coach’s fit body and face, The next thing she noticed was that Coach Hernandez’s large breasts were packed tight into a black bra. The girls on the team had talked about them...
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Published October 14, 2012
by Amaldio Books.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian.