Filthy Coach: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Amy Brent

  I remembered my mother accepting that is what her husband chose, and she did a great job raising me. I also knew that she was lonely a lot despite having my brother and me around, as well as visiting with other military wives on the various bases that we lived on over the years. I had made a pact that I wouldn’t do that to a woman, that I would just focus on my job and the chaos that I would be surrounded by. There wasn’t room for a wife and a family in my life plan. I spent the night with a girl every so often to get my growing needs met and feel the warmth of a body, but they never stuck after the evening was over. They barely stayed the night most of the time.

  I saw one of the most popular bars that the guys frequented and pulled into the lot to park by the door. I needed some bourbon to clear my head so I could argue with my bosses tomorrow and not be angry and uncommunicative as I had been today. It might be a good night to find a woman and work out some of my frustrations on her. That would do the trick.

  I remembered the incident as I started to walk through the thick door. We were in the middle of our search around the village when suddenly I saw movement up ahead, and shots were fired. I dropped to the ground while preparing my gun to shoot back and watched as several others joined me behind the small hill and did the same.

  It was a mess of gunfire and voices as we responded to the attack and ended up killing off the group of men that had opened fire first. Once it was all said and done, we stood up and took a good look around. First, we made sure that all threats seemed to be down, and then I trudged around to see who didn’t get up with us to do the same.

  I found seven men down and checked pulses as I moved along. It killed me as I had to do this but my training told me to keep calm and pay attention to my surroundings.

  The newest guy on our team was first, just a young twenty-year-old. His head was blown open, and I choked down my anger as I looked at him and contained it within my body.

  The others helped me, and I heard someone call my name as I left one of the older men dead on the ground of a gunshot to the chest. “Brandon?”

  “Yeah?” I asked as I glanced over to see my Lieutenant Commander James looking at me with an intense gaze and I frowned.

  “Come over here.” His voice was sad as he spoke and I took a substantial step forward. I knew that I hadn’t heard Roger’s voice in this madness, and I prayed silently for my best friend to be alive. If anything, I wanted my best friend since grade school to be one of the ones that didn’t make it.

  I found myself at the bar as I blinked and was forced back into the present. I slid into the nearest barstool and rested my hands on the smooth wood as I took a deep breath, “What can I get for you?” Matt asked me with a grin as I stared back at him. He was well-known by all of us, but I couldn’t make myself smile back.

  “The best bourbon you have,” I said as he raised an eyebrow and nodded. “I’m on a break, man. I’m not working today.”

  “Coming right up.” He turned and got a thick glass and reached up to get the nearly full bottle on the shelf as I became lost in my thoughts again.

  We had all come back from the mission immediately, though I didn’t remember most of the last two weeks since I saw Roger’s broken body on the ground. I was home recovering from the mild bumps and bruises that I had received and the loss of Roger as well as the other men on my team. We spent so much time together that they were all like family to me. My commanding officers were looking into the details of the attack and giving us all a breather, but that also meant that I had a series of funerals to attend.

  They were all awful, but Roger’s would be forever in my mind. I could still see his parents weeping in the front row with his two younger brothers and older sister staring stoically at the pristine white coffin with the flag covering it. A picture of him looked at all of us mourning his loss as I felt tears slide down my cheeks. My parents sat beside me as Mom wept and Dad comforted her with his arm around her tightly while I sat still and silent.

  His wife sat across the row from his family with her three kids as she clutched a tissue in her hands. Her parents were sitting with all of them for support, the kind I should be giving her instead of hiding in this row like a stranger I glanced at her for a moment as she bent her head forward to cry harder. I didn’t need to see her swollen stomach to be reminded that their newest daughter would never meet her father now. His wife would be raising her alone along with her other children, apart from any help from her family, as well as Roger’s. It just would never be her Dad.

  I would never have a family that way, one that I might only ultimately abandon in my job. I couldn’t live with the idea.

  I slammed down the drink and took a deep breath as I signaled for another. Matt gave me a long look but brought the bottle over to refill my glass. I liked a man that sensed my need, and I drank that one back as well.

  The words of my mentor Michael rang through my ears as I let the alcohol slide down my throat. He had always assured me to do the job the way that I knew I could and that bad things would happen along the way. Losing him five years ago in his mission had hit me hard but his words filled me with strength, and I just hoped that they could now.

  I was aware that someone was sitting next to me at the crowded bar, and I glanced over as I signaled Matt over. It was a woman, curvy and exotic looking with olive skin and big green eyes and I felt my body instantly react to her. She was beautiful with her features and that full mouth that could make me forget all of my troubles, and I grinned at Matt as he looked at the both of us.

  “I’m drinking bourbon. What would you like?” When she asked for the same, I felt my cock harden in my pants as desire surged through my body. Fuck therapy, I just need this woman in my bed tonight.

  Aspen

  What a day it had been. I pulled up to the bar as I thought about how many patients I told not to drink to deal with their issues on a daily basis. Screw it. Talking a soldier through the killing of several children, enemies or not, made for a very emotional burden on my shoulders that I needed to release somehow. What a last meeting before I came here to start a new job.

  Screw it.

  I had stopped at my new home for my Harley since I wanted the power and the growl of the engine for a stress-relieving ride that would be perfect ending here. My big Tahoe had been ideal for all of my belongings that came with me, as well as my two dogs, but I needed some me time after the day long drive and the little bit of unloading I had done.

  Parking around the corner from the bar a bit, since it was so crowded, I noticed that there was a shiny black bike similar to mine parked in the same area. It was beautiful, and I compared it to my gray one with a smile. I wondered if the owner was as hot as the bike but that was not what I was here for. I just needed a drink or two and then a good night’s sleep. I ran a hand through my thick brown hair after I removed my helmet from my head and sauntered through the door into the crowded room. My eyes searched for a spot as I nibbled on my pink lip, and then I smiled as I saw a seat right at the bar. Perfect.

  I walked through the men and women with one focus in mind. I could feel the eyes on me, but that was nothing new at a military bar. I have had every pickup line used on me over the last several years that I had been working with the Navy, but I didn’t mix business with pleasure, for the most part. There was the rare example when I did go for something when it felt right.

  That was just easier to do away from the military base.

  I saw the man that was sitting beside me look at me with a lingering gaze as I fought the urge to roll my eyes. When he told me what he was drinking, and it turned out to be what I was already ordering, I smiled at Matt and nodded. A fresh drink was placed in front of me while Matt filled the glass in front of my new drinking buddy and I assumed that I would have to catch up a bit. No worries.

  We chatted lightly about the base and the town surrounding it as we drank shot after shot. He was undoubtedly feeling it, and I was starting to get a real buzz as I looked him over.

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sp; He was a sexy guy with a finely chiseled torso under his fitted black t-shirt and cropped black hair. His eyes were a brilliant blue, and he oozed confidence as he started to lay on the charm on thick while turning to face me after he drank one more shot. Sexy…no, he was gorgeous.

  He met my eyes boldly as he asked my name but I shook my head with a mysterious smile. Names weren’t needed for this night and this fantasy so I wasn’t giving mine up. I watched as he leaned closer and talked about being a Seal with pride that lit up the room, even though I sensed something more underneath the surface.

  I told myself to stop working as I ordered another drink and watched as our burgers were placed before us. We dug in as we slowed down on the drinks for a minute but the flirting didn’t stop. I found myself responding to his throaty tone and heated gazes with my own and I felt my thighs heat up as I pressed them against the stool to relieve the pressure on my clit. My lace panties dampened with the movement, and I looked at his face as he gave me a hooded look as I licked my lips. I wanted this man, and my entire body was feeling the effect of his seductive attitude.

  We finished our burgers and had one more drink together as I felt his leg pressing against my thigh. We could not stop looking at each other, and I sipped the drink to slow down the time before I left.

  I had a moment where I thought back to the heartbreaking loss of my father when he was working as a Seal as well as my brother Terry. They had both been all about their jobs and had the same pride that this man had, and sadness filled me as I looked at the floor for a moment. My remaining four brothers and mother were having a hard time moving on though they all assured me that I needed to follow my dreams of becoming a psychologist. I decided to focus on military PT SD just because I knew the hell that they went through. I also respected the people that had helped my family through our pain.

  This man was not my father or brother. This man wanted me as much as I wanted him and I forced my gaze back to his eyes. “Are you okay?” He leaned close and asked me as he nearly brushed his lips against mine. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and my breath came out in a short hiss.

  “I'm all right,” I whispered as he moved forward just enough to press his lips against mine.

  “That you are,” he told me as he pulled away. “Do you want to get out of here?”

  “Sure.” He settled our tab and added a generous tip for the friendly bartender before leading me out of the door. When he turned left towards the back of the parking lot, I raised my brow and followed him. “Look at this bike. She’s a beauty,” he said as he eyed my bike.

  “Thanks,” I replied as he turned to look at me in surprise.

  “Yours?” I nodded, and he licked his lips as he stepped towards me. “You just got hotter.” I walked towards him as he cupped my face and kissed me hungrily as I pulled him closer to me by his hips. “I don’t do relationships. This would just be tonight.” He murmured against my lips before he claimed them again and slipped his tongue against mine.

  “Of course.” I moved my arms around his neck as he eased me against my bike. Our lips met and parted as he slid me onto my seat and pressed his hard cock against me. It was quiet back here, and we were relatively alone apart from the noise of the cars on the street. I lost myself in his kisses and the way his hands felt as he slid them up my sides and just under my breasts between our bodies.

  It was evident that we weren’t going to make it out of this parking lot, and I watched as he pulled away to lift my tank top and slide down my black bra. His hands pinched first before he lowered his mouth down to suck on my nipple with his mouth and teeth.

  I moved my hands to unbuckle the jeans that he was wearing to find him bare and big underneath. He pushed his hips forward for a moment as fear filled me for a moment when I thought about where we were. Anybody could catch us, but as he slipped a hand between my legs, I closed my eyes and gave in to my desire.

  He ripped my jeans down and slid me back onto the seat of my bike as I slipped his pants down his legs. I was nearly naked, and he spread my legs apart before he reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out a condom. “You’re so fucking wet.” He looked at me as I clung to him and begged him to get inside of me. He drove himself inside of me hard as I gasped and felt his lips on mine. My legs slid around his body as he thrust inside of me over and over as he gripped my ass tightly. “Ugh…so tight…you feel good, baby.” He whispered against my lips as I held in the screams that were trying to come out. My body was wet and welcoming, and I felt the stirring of my release inside of my body as I moved with him to find it.

  Our soft moans combined as he moved harder and faster against my willing body and I gripped him tightly with my legs as I exploded against him blindly. Along with the drinks, this man is what I needed tonight and I had a fleeting thought of round two before I pushed it out of my head.

  He stilled inside of me before he jerked forward and moaned and I knew that he was coming. It was intense from the way he held onto me and the look on his handsome face in the dim light of the light above us. “Jesus fucking Christ. This is all the therapy that I need.” He muttered to me as he opened his eyes and stared into my face.

  He kissed me for a long moment before reality crashed around me. I let my legs drop, and he stepped back as I stood and found my jeans. I couldn’t believe that I had just had sex on my bike in a public parking lot, not to mention in the area of my new job. That kind of behavior was not appropriate for a psychologist, which I had lost for a moment.

  “Tell me your name?” His voice held a questioning note to it as I fixed my bra and pressed my shirt back over my body.

  “I can’t.” My buzz was gone as I stared at my bike and slipped my helmet over my head after I grabbed it from the handlebars. “Good night. I have to go.” I moved onto the seat and started the engine as I felt his eyes burning a hole into me. I wanted so much more with this man but the night was over, and it was time to think responsibly.

  Blake

  I woke up the following morning on top pf my messy comforter and groaned as my head throbbed slowly. I hated not having a schedule, and I rolled over to see what time it was as the memories of the night played back in my mind. She had been one of the hottest women I had ever fucked and my cock hardened with my thoughts.

  I had a couple of hours before I had the dreaded appointment with the psychologist and smiled as I slid my hand around myself and started to stroke slowly. I could still smell the sweet scent of cherries that had been on her body as I closed my eyes and tightened my grip. I could still taste the alcohol on her tongue and the sweet feel of her lips as I bit my lower lip and felt my release approaching slowly. Her hard nipple had felt great against my teeth and her moan as I pulled on it had made me harder as I tasted it eagerly. I would have liked to have had more time with her. I wanted to eat her sweet pussy and feel her mouth around my cock next time, and I wished I had gotten her name and number.

  The memory of her tight around me gave me enough fuel for my fantasy, and I grabbed at my nightstand for a Kleenex before my semen shot all over me. I moaned as I jerked forward and felt it soak the thin tissue and missed her under me as I dropped against the pillows and sighed. I didn’t of ever want more than one night with anybody, but she was different. She was also gone. I had no idea who she was and despite living in the same town, I assumed that we would not hook up again. She had run off too quickly for me to get anything from her.

  I had a few one-night stands in my life that I left behind pretty easily. Work was all that I ever thought about and having this kind of time made me think about my mystery woman a lot more than I wanted to. There was just something about her, and I remembered the way her lips had tasted with that first kiss outside. I hadn’t planned for anything to happen there, but a woman with a bike like that did something to me. I loved my long rides on my own bike and the idea that she did as well make her all the better in my eyes.

  I was hungover from the night before, and I made my way to the kitchen
in my small house to get some water from the fridge. I had drunk to forget about everything that was going on but here I was caught up in the lascivious memory of a woman instead. Now I had the grief from losing Roger and lust to deal with, and my new head doc would probably have a great time trying to analyze me.

  Not that I needed it. I was only going today because I was ordered to do so as well as the fact that it would get me back to work faster. That is what mattered, so I could make this doctor see that I was just fine apart from missing my buddy a little bit.

  I watched some clips from some of the games the night before and pretended that I gave a shit about any of that. I never had. I was always looking ahead to when I could join the military and join in on the family tradition. I was working on my grades for that sole purpose and once I graduated with honors, I went right down to sign up.

  The time seemed to drag as I pondered my life. It all came back to last night and how amazing it had been. While I was a good-looking guy, I also lived in a town that was eighty percent men and women like that were tough to find. All of us took trips to find better numbers and easily managed, but she had been local as well as one of the best I had ever had. I must be bored out of my mind if I was sitting here reflecting on last night like I was in high school or something. It was just a woman. It was just a fuck.

  Or was it?

  I drank some coffee and made a quick meal before I showered for the day. Thoughts of the night before crept into my mind all over again, and I stared down at my lonely erection with disdain in my eyes. “She’s not the only pussy on Earth. Get over it.” I could still see the way her tits bounced when I was fucking her, full and heavy. I could still see how turned on she was in her eyes that got a little darker when she was ready to come. I sighed and closed my eyes as I reached for the lotion in the shower and covered my hand with it. I closed my eyes as I stroked myself and remembered the scent of cherries and her juices as I leaned a hand against the shower wall. I had never wanted to go down on a woman so badly in my life before, but when she begged me to fuck her, I couldn’t say no. I didn’t even want that to be it, and I was willing to invite here to my place for round two when she clearly had remorse about what we had just done in the parking lot. I felt her around me all over again as I slid into her tight walls and I heard the sounds that she made into my mouth, sounds that could get a lot louder in a private setting. They were sounds that I wanted to hear again.