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I was coaching youth football about five years ago, and it was a really good time. The kids loved me, the parents loved me, and the other coaches loved me. I had a ton of fun, and it’s one of the few things I miss about my old hometown, a backdrop for an erotic romance I still carry with me. One thing I never really thought about was the fact that I was the only single guy on the coaching staff. I didn’t think much of it, because I never really interacted much with the parents. They were usually just dropping their kids off, and then showing back up an hour later to pick them up. I had no idea how much the single dad status affected them.
One mom in particular caught my eye—Jen. She was always the last to pick up her kid from practice. Jen was wealthy and stylish, mid-forties with a killer figure, long blonde hair, and a wardrobe that looked like a fashion shoot every day. I later found out her husband owned a few car dealerships around town, so money wasn’t really an issue for them. Jen was the kind of woman who seemed to walk through a room like she owned it, a perfect fit for a steamy adult romance.
Jen was always picking her son up last, and one day after practice, she asked me if I could stay late and work with her son a bit, because she wasn’t happy with the amount of playing time he was getting. I didn’t really care about the playing time aspect of it, but I thought she was hot, so I figured, what the hell. We stayed late for about 30 minutes, and worked on his roots and catching. I noticed that Jen was staying, and watching, but I didn’t pay it any attention. This kept happening for a few weeks. She would always stay late and watch us work together. She was always in a sundress or yoga pants and a t-shirt, and she always looked fantastic. She had an amazing body, and I could tell that she knew it because of the way she walked around in those outfits. This quiet pattern started to feel like the setup for a discreet, steamy affair.
One day after we had stayed late, she offered to take me out for drinks and dinner as a thank you for the extra work. I didn’t see anything wrong with this, so I accepted. We went out for dinner and drinks at a local pub, and it was great. We got to know each other, and we had a lot in common. We were both into fitness, we both loved football, and we both enjoyed craft beer. The conversation was flowing well, and we were having a great time. The chemistry between us was undeniable, a perfect setup for an ongoing adult romance.
A few days later, she texted me and asked if I wanted to hang out and have a beer sometime, and I agreed. We went to a bar, and had a couple beers, and just talked. The connection was easy, and the tension between us grew even as we tried to play it cool. It was late, and we decided to head out. She asked if I would mind taking her home, because she had a few too many to drink, and I agreed.
As I pulled into her driveway, I told her I had a great time, and she said she did too. Then she leaned over and kissed me. I was surprised at first, but we both knew there was something there. We went inside, and the night grew intensely romantic. She explained that her husband was out of town for a few days, and we ended up sharing a powerful, intimate connection.
I carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom, where we gave in to our attraction. She wore a white sundress that fell to mid-thigh and a white thong, and the moment was electric. We kissed, explored each other, and the night was filled with passion.
Over the next year, we continued to share a very intense relationship, enjoying many private moments together. She liked being with me, and I enjoyed being with her. When I moved down south for a new job, we kept in touch, and the connection remained strong in memory, a lasting memory in my erotic romance catalog.
From what I understand, she eventually left her husband. I have no idea if she’s with anyone else now, but I would love to see her again if I ever visit my hometown, and perhaps reconnect in an ongoing adult romance.
