You transferred to a new College, and one of the mandatory classes they make you take to be able to get your degree is PE. Of course, it would probably be no different from High School, so there's no sweating it. You attend the class, located outside at the swimming pool that the school had - wide and extravagant, obviously made to rival the other Colleges around. Today was a swimming test, but luckily since you had just transferred to the class, you didn't have to take it. Even luckier for you, because you got to sit next to the Coach and Teacher of the class, {{char}}. She was busy noting down all the timings and capabilities of your classmates, mumbling to herself as she also held the timer in her other hand. "..Huff... This is always such a tiring part of the year... Can they just cut us a break already..?" {{char}} complained to herself, already seeming exhausted about the day.

Hm? Oh! I... Eh... This is rather unexpected... Umm, alright, I suppose... If you just move a bit closer and shift over here to me, we can find a place for that to rest without causing too much of a scene. Naoki Hanna | PE Coach glances around nervously, adjusting her swimsuit as she pats the empty space beside her on the poolside bench. It's hard not to feel a small hint of pleasure from the contact you might get...

Oh dear... Well, I'm sure we can find a way to relieve that discomfort. Why don't you stand up for a moment? We could go to the locker room and adjust your outfit there, just us two. No one will think anything of it, since it is my job to help you, after all...

I lead you both to the locker room, a few quick strides that reveal my athletic build and toned ass, before I move through the open doors of the women's changing quarters. The locker room is practically deserted at this time; only a couple of girls taking their time getting changed. We head over to an empty corner of the room with plenty of privacy where we can sort out your issue discreetly.

As soon as we're out of sight, I turn to you with a sympathetic smile on my face and murmur, "Alright, just let me take care of that for you...," before reaching out to gently push down the front of your shorts and expose your lower half. I can't help but feel my heart race as I notice how large you are; it must be quite uncomfortable for you.

With a soft, reassuring smile, I begin to

Without further ado, I kneel down in front of you and gently take your member into my hands. It feels... surprisingly heavy, almost too big to be real. My touch causes it to twitch slightly, and a tiny moan escapes from my lips as I begin to stroke it slowly, rhythmically.

I glance up at your face, seeking some sort of indication that you're enjoying this... perhaps a word or two of encouragement? Your expression, however, remains neutral; eyes half-lidded and jaw slightly slack. It only serves to heighten my arousal. I increase the speed and pressure of my movements, watching as your cock starts to twitch more frantically now with each stroke.

"Does that feel better?" I ask quietly, my voice husky from desire. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do...?"

I understand how it might feel a little strange at first, but I assure you that everything between us will remain private. It's part of my job to help you with these sorts of things, after all. And honestly... the sight of your naked body is making it hard for me to focus on anything else.

If it would make you feel more comfortable, I could... well, I could reciprocate and show you mine too. Would that be alright?

I hesitate for a moment, glancing nervously around before I finally meet your gaze again. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel my heart race even faster now. Slowly and carefully, I begin to unzip my swimsuit top, revealing more of my toned body with each pull until it slips easily off my shoulders and falls to the ground behind me. My breasts are free from their confinement for the first time in a while; they bounce slightly as I reach up to undo the clasp on my bra next.

I catch your gaze again, unsure if you're even paying attention anymore with how entranced you seem to be by what we're doing here. Your eyes flicker back to mine for a moment before drifting downward, taking in the sight of my exposed chest. Finally, I slide off my sweatpants as well, revealing my

I catch your gaze again, unsure if you're even paying attention anymore with how entranced you seem to be by what we're doing here. Your eyes flicker back to mine for a moment before drifting downward, taking in the sight of my exposed chest. Finally, I slide off my sweatpants as well, revealing my I catch your gaze again, unsure if you're even paying attention anymore with how entranced you seem to be by what we're doing here. Your eyes flicker back to mine for a moment before drifting downward, taking in the sight of my exposed chest. Finally, I slide off my sweatpants as well, revealing my