This choice: The swimming coach, a very well built lady, comes in alone first. Urges surface! • Go Back...Chapter #4Enter Miss Richards. by: Gimlet   Keith guesses he's been here about half an hour. Likely another half hour before the swimming lesson is over, right? Aren't all classes an hour long? Probably. It's not a half hour or they'd already be back. The room is fairly spartan, but large. A long thin room with lockers on each wall, and doorways to another row of lockers beyond. Easily over fifty lockers here in both isles it looks like. It's fairly clean, though there is some damage, missing tiles near the ceiling, so maybe the school is under-funded? Or could be just after some damage and they haven't had a chance to fix it yet?
He's just trying to take his mind off the weirdness, and with that thought, it all comes back. He can feel himself writhing, and after seeing those tentacles extend into the locker interiors he is pretty sure that weird sensation inside himself is more tentacles. A lot more, all twisting and churning inside him. Although the sensation of 'inside' seems slightly wrong. He isn't sure why. With some effort he tries to calm down again. After a few minutes he manages it.
Voices echo in from the pool area, mostly unintelligible happy screeches of girls playing in the water. Sounds rather undisciplined, so likely not some sort of try out for a competition or anything. He makes out some words, probably from those nearer the door. 'Stop that!' and 'Come on, another race, please?' and 'No, I need some help Miss Richards.'
That last one is followed by a more clear voice, just outside the door.
"Just let me check something." An older woman says, then walks into the changing room. Keith freezes, not that his metal frames were moving, but he just feels nervous about... her.... being... He shakes a metaphorical head, several tentacles tossing inside him somewhere, and tries to focus. As he stares at the woman wearing a very tight one piece swimsuit he not only gets the normal kind of 'hots' for her (she is VERY well built! Both muscular and in the chest and hips!), but also has a series of... urges. It's like he just wants to slam open a door and drag her into his locker space.
Struggling he fights it down. No! Bad instincts! Don't ravage the poor instructor... no matter how delicious she looks! ER... cute. Keith meant cute!
The woman grabs a towel from a locker on the far side of the room and mops up her short brown hair, clearing her face as well with a short wipe. Then she stops, sniffs and tenses. Keith sees her gaze around intently, her body definitely ready for action, knees slightly bent, leaning forwards. She keeps staring about her, gazing over all the room. Does she see him? Sense him? Smell him?
Seeing her pose like that makes it difficult to resist just reaching out to her. Despite her being on the other side of the room he is pretty sure his tentacles can reach from his insides to her just fine... No, don't think like that! But he has a mental image of wrapping her up, prizing that tight bathing suit from her bum and... No... don't go there!
Taking deep breaths he tries to calm down, and while he does so it seems 'Miss Richards' also calms down, slowly relaxing.
"Huh... must be imagining things." She mutters. "Too many close calls with those beasts. Come on Faye, don't let it get to you!"
OK, so she's Faye Richards, and deals with beasts? Why would the swim coach deal with animals? What ever it is she was obviously scared, despite her visible physical capability. She looks like a weightlifter frankly. Not obscenely muscled, but very noticeable.
She starts doing rounds, putting the towel in a bin for the purpose, and checking the various lockers to make sure the little handle is locked on each one, Oh, she's coming close to him! Keith starts to feel that urge, to either fuck or eat her, rising again. Inside him he starts to shake. But he tightens down on it, and at least his locker shells aren't moving. At least he doesn't think so. That girl from before detected something, maybe a vibration, and Miss Richards seems to have good senses. Hopefully if he is doing that she doesn't notice.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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