Five meters in front of me, the mother of the goalkeeper was jumping and cheering. My daughter was playing well in her midfield role.

I was 44, athletic, and educated, living in a village with about 5,000 people in southern Finland. My daughters, 12 and 14, played football, and my wife and I often met other parents from the village around the field.

I lived a busy and joyous life, loving my wife and daughters and doing my best to make them happy. But a personal dissatisfaction loomed under the surface. The previous week had again been stressful for my wife, with worrying about teenage daughters, workplace trouble, and a laborious family life. Sex had been the last on the list, postponed from day to day.

A seat further back allowed me to eye the soccer moms. Tina, my favourite ogling prey, was bouncing high. Her smallish body moved effortlessly, unlike most of the other ladies. She appeared familiar to me, perhaps because she resembled my wife.

Tina mingled with anyone and liked the company of the boss, the head coach. I was jealous of her attention, but what can you do as just one more parent in the crowd?

My luck changed as the football team progressed, and the girls needed to do off-the-field conditioning. As a lifetime sports addict, I knew how to coach sprinting, hurdle hopping, and bodyweight exercises. Tina was, of course, the best female coach to lead the restless teenagers.

Now I had reason to talk with Tina, who turned out to be delightfully open, clever, and flirty. She kept prolonged eye contact to keep the connection and didn’t hesitate to touch jokingly. I was completely relaxed in her company.

Tuesday, May 4, 2004. Library

We reserved a cozy meeting room at the local library to reflect on and plan the exercises. Coaching was an easy topic, so we enjoyed sharing experiences of life. These meetings provided a relaxing escape from mundane family business, and we had them more often than necessary. Flirting was always present.

Tina said, “As a child, I had little to do at home, so the track and field circles became my family. That was also my context for teenage explorations.”

“Good choice. You still move with cat’s grace.”

Smile.

I said, “We should explain how practicing now makes them attractive when they are 17, 30, or 50.”

She didn’t hesitate to confront with her friendly and flirty style.

“You fool! Teenagers don’t plan, they dream. They want it all, now. You let me do the talking!“

“You are fast to react and confront easily - the perfect attitude for a football striker. If the girls play football like that, we will win the season.”

“I know, but I have also burnt myself. Your undisturbed balance allows me to loosen control. You are a reliable defender that gives me the freedom to adventure... with words, I mean.”

That was a surprising slip.

“I can imagine you have adventured.”

“Yes. But I needed something different. I am happy with my safe and steady life.”

She seemed vulnerable. Why this confession to me?

I said, “I have quite a different history. My tendency to maintain safety and care about others has kept my adventures, well, unimpressive.”

“That is surprising. You are handsome. I imagined women would chase you.”

She continued, “I love our flirting, which I am comfortable with because of your stability and integrity. But I don’t want any mess.”

“Thanks for your openness. I don’t want to ruin my happy marriage either.”

I continued, “Our play has been wonderful and refreshing. It has been therapeutic to flirt during these times of… too many family obligations. It's nice not to be rejected.”

“Mind games allowed, right?” she said, giving me her familiar, playful expression, and patted my hand. We had defined our playground, giving boundaries for pleasant fantasies.

Saturday, May 8, 2004. Sparkling All The Way Down

Shortly after I first met Tina, a family threw a garden party for the soccer team’s parents, who took advantage of the exceptional 23 °C on the day.

Socializing started in the sunshine after sharing a potluck. Tina buzzed around as the party queen, and I was admiring her from a distance. She wore a top and a skirt that revealed the shapes of her back and round shoulders. Her muscular thighs were visible just up to the limit of decency.

I stood just outside of a ladies’ circle where Tina was chirping. Emboldened by a couple of glasses, I poured a splash of sparkling wine on Tina’s neck. The liquid dove under her top, ran along the valley of her backbone, and disappeared under her skirt.

Her scream silenced the hum.

She burst out laughing and said, “It ran all the way down!”

I said, “I am so sorry, let me clean the mess!” I wiped her bare back with a napkin.

The ladies around laughed, and someone said, “You amateur, you should lick it clean!”

The scandal dissipated quickly, and the hum continued.

At the next game, Tina teased me, “My hubby didn’t mind cleaning the whole track.”

“You make me jealous. But I like the idea that your hubby licks my sticky stuff from your body.”

“You dirty man! I had no idea!”

“Only for you!”

My boldness surprised me. This was a fun game.

Thursday, May 27, 2004. First Aid

Shouts of the girls playing and parents cheering filled the air. Steam rose from the freshly cut lawn after a summer shower. Our team was leading with one goal, and the opponent pressed hard. Sara, Tina’s daughter, was the goalkeeper, keeping spirits high. She showed similar fearlessness to her mother.

Waves of attack rolled towards our goal. Suddenly, heads collided. Sara fell on the lawn, holding her face, and blood leaking through her fingers. My body reacted faster than my thoughts when I grabbed the first aid box and ran to her.

I said in a firm tone, “Sara, just lie down and relax. Let’s see what you have there.”

I checked her eyes. “Squeeze my finger.” The hand had power. She had a small, deep cut on her eyebrow.

Tina ran to the spot. I said, “Comfort her, and press the cut with these swabs. It needs stitches so that the scar will be minimal. I will call a doctor.”

She held her daughter, acting calmly, but I noticed her primal anguish. I called my family doctor. They told me that a trauma specialist was just finishing his day and could wait for fifteen minutes.

Soon we were driving to the doctor. Tina was comforting Sara in the back seat. We arrived at the doctor, and Sara was taken to the operation room.

When the door closed, Tina turned to me, tears in her eyes.

“She is the center of my life. Thank you for the fast action.”

I hugged her and said, “It will be all right. A couple of stitches and she will gain fame and experience points.”

I continued, “I will care for you so that you can focus on your daughter.”

She seemed to enjoy my hug and gradually relaxed.

I held her tight and said, “Do you feel my body? It will protect you both from all evil.”

She said, “Don’t you make fun of me. This is serious”, and continued to hug me back.

“I want you to relax and get back your balance. It seems to work. Mind games allowed, right?”

Like an alpha chimpanzee, I provided food and protection for my chosen female and her offspring.

She still lingered in my arms. I said, “Now I will go downstairs and buy something to eat.”

“I am not hungry. I can not eat in this kind of situation.”

I left and bought sweet yogurt and sandwiches for both of them. When I came back, I gave them the food, saying nothing.

“Thanks.” She ate hungrily.

I flirted, “A true gentleman provides safety and food for his ladies.”

She smiled back.

Sara came from the operating room, with stitches and glue on the nick. She, too, ate hungrily.

When we arrived at Tina’s house, I carried Sara’s bag to the door. Tina’s husband came to the door, thanked me, and took Sara inside.

Tina turned to me and said, “How can I thank you?”

“A hug would do.”

She rested her head on my chest. My hands held her head and back. It lasted long, longer than expected. I stroked her hair and felt heat on my thigh. My cock woke up. I am not sure, but I think she pressed her pussy against my thigh and then let me go.

“That was generous.”

She gave a smile and went in. I was happy for the wholesome attention, but a bit baffled. The incident had certainly brought us closer.

Wednesday, June 2, 2004. Mind-blowing Massage

A few weeks after the party, we did a pair relaxation exercise at the end of a training session. To demonstrate to the girls how things should be done, Tina lay on her back, and I did the massaging first. I pulled her sneaker off.

“Take the sneaker off and massage the sole.” The girls made a hassle of this first step, stuggling to remove their partner's sneaker. Some needed to open the laces. Someone smelled the other’s foot and yelled, “Yack!”

I removed Tina’s sneaker, took a deep sniff, and shouted: “How delicious!” Someone giggled.

Tina whispered, “You dirty man!”

She shut her eyes and enjoyed the foot massage. I took the liberty of eyeing her face closely. The dark eyebrows were full and delicately trimmed. I wondered how soft her lips were.

“Just walk the sole with your thumbs, like a cat kneading with its front paws!”

She briefly sucked her lower lip into her mouth and suddenly opened her eyes wide. She caught me gazing at her, and for a moment, she had a disoriented expression.

I said, “Mind games allowed, right?”

The massage progressed. My left hand held her knee, and my right gently massaged the calf. Tina relaxed and closed her eyes.

What was she thinking when I caught her? Imagining her arousal caused a pleasant twitch in my pants.

The thought-provoking angle invited me to watch carefully. Her camel toe was visible as the thick joggers pressed against her. Her nipples were barely visible through her jogging suit. My hand was stroking gently rather than massaging, going too far and caressing the inside of the knee.

She got my tactile message and opened her eyes.

“You make me feel good,” she said in a low, seductive tone. We locked eyes for a fleeting moment.

What! A wave of thrill, pleasure, and uncertainty filled my chest. At home, I was easily rejected for a hint of sex.

She closed her eyes.

I imagined kissing her soft lips and sensing her anticipation and surrender.

Feeling her nipples through her top.

Milking her tits through the fabric, driving pressure to the nipples.

Her body responding with a sudden movement.

Going under and sucking the hard nipples.

“Next, the thigh! Put the sole against your stomach and shake the thigh like this.”

She tensed briefly as my hands slid to mid-thigh. She gave a short approving glance and shut her eyes again.

Her thighs felt firm in my hands. Her allowing and enjoying this erotic touch thrilled me. I moved my hands further and stroked gently. A smile flickered on her face.

What if I went all the way and caressed her pussy through the joggers?

“The other foot!” My stable, rational mind was still in control in the background.

As I started with the other foot, she opened her eyes and glanced at me. She saw the prominent bulge in my trousers and smiled.

“You seem to enjoy this massage, dirty man!”

“I am working hard.”

“I can see.”

Her whisper made me crazy.

“Next, push the knee against the other’s chest! Firmly but not too much! Keep it there!”

Her camel toe became very prominent through the joggers. I wondered if her clit was erect and throbbing. I believed, I hoped, to see a tiny wet spot. She had her eyes closed and a relaxed smile on her face.

The even more explicit setting intensified my dreams.

I dreamed of diving between those thighs and her wrapping her legs around me. 

Her body responding when I slide my hard cock in.

Her slippery cunt squeezing my painfully throbbing member.

My cock sliding in and out between her swollen pussy lips.

Hearing her moan and feeling her body twist. 

Seeing the tense expression on her face, her head turning to the side in a sudden wave of pleasure.

“Then the other foot!”

I continued my dream. 

Fucking her, increasing the pace.

Looking at her body tensing into an arch. 

My pubic bone massaging her clit while I suck a hard nipple.

Continue fucking to the point of sensing the pleasure tensing her body, hearing her panting and holding the breath.

Seeing her facial expression of pleasurable pain.

Holding her body convulsing in orgasm. 

She looked at me with a serious expression. She saw my bulge and just stared at it for a brief eternity.

I moved around above her head. “Grab the hands and shake. Like this.”

“Change roles.”

I sat on the ground. Covered by commotion, I quickly adjusted my determined erection. Now my cock pointed sideways, avoiding the risk of escaping my tight underwear and pointing out.

I lay on my back, and Tina shouted instructions.

She pulled my sneaker off and theatrically sniffed the sock. Then she shouted, “The usual.” The girls giggled.

“Enjoy my man, my dirty man, enjoy,” she whispered in a low, husky voice.

She massaged my sole. Warmth filled my legs and body. She grabbed my calf, shook it, and stroked it: not really massaging, but stroking firmly. I focused on her small hands kneading my flesh, keeping my eyes closed.

I thought of her kissing her way through my inner thighs, tickling my balls, and sucking the tip of my cock in her mouth.

She changed legs. I opened my eyes, and she was looking directly in them.

She whispered, “You deserve this. Keep on enjoying!”

I smiled and said, “Just watch it!”

“I am watching it!”

She wanted me to enjoy! What a gift!

I gave in to the situation, gave up my worry, and closed my eyes. Heat filled my body. I focused on sensing her tiny female hands and their sensual movement.

Tina needed to use force to shake my thick thighs, so she focused more on stroking. I opened my eyes and looked into her eyes. She looked back and smiled. With every stroke, her hands came closer to my crotch. I did a slight movement with my hips.

“Good boy!”

I imagined, I wished, that her hands would come closer and caress my anticipating member. My cock was throbbing in my underwear, pointing to the side. A pleasant pressure radiated from my balls, like in a wet dream, waiting for the pleasure to grow unbearable, and to get to the final impulse.

“Then the hands.”

She moved above my head and shook my hands.

Standing up in this condition in the middle of teenage girls would have given me trouble.

She shouted: “Alright, now to the locker room. Armas will collect his balls for you this time.”

Giggles. I hoped it they were only for her comment and not for anything else the girls may have observed. Tina smiled at me and followed the girls.

What mind-blowing ten minutes!

Thursday, June 3, 2004. Reminiscence

The next day, we had a home game with quite a few spectators. The game had already started when I met Tina. To avoid the thickest part of the crowd, we chose seats toward the back.

“Tell me what you were thinking during the massage, and I’ll tell you what I did afterward,” Tina said casually.

My heart missed a couple of beats. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts.

“I was admiring your beautiful body, thinking of you with less clothing.”

“That is boring. Give me details. What was catching your eye?”

“I looked at your smile and your eyes when you looked back. That kind of contact and invitation is essential to me. I wondered how soft your lips are to kiss.”

“Your breasts are exactly to my liking. Droplet-shaped, real woman’s breasts that fit my hand. Your nipples were almost visible through clothing.”

“Mmm. Better. And what did you do?”

“Your tits were irresistible. They invited my hands to massage and tease.” 

“I fondled you through your shirt and slid my hands underneath, soon tweaking your nipples, listening to how you enjoy and respond.”

“I would have responded, ‘Ahh’.”

Her bright female voice filled my body with arousal.

“I continued to tease your nipples, circling around, first with fingers, and then with my tongue. Next sucking one nipple and pinching the other. They were hard and puckered.”

“Just like now. Pity you won’t see.”

Pressure built in my trousers.

“Your body squirmed, accompanied by pleasured moans.“

“Mmm.”

“My eyes shamelessly stared at your swollen pussy, labia fully open, slippery wetness longing for my hard cock.”

She said, “Your staring made me squirm in anticipation.”

“I approached the sacred gate where the hairy triangle meets the buttocks, wanting to finger, eat, and penetrate at the same time.”

“Your getting better!”

She responded with a moan, slight movement, or encouraging note as I continued my visualizations.

“I am wet and horny again. I wish I could drag you somewhere and have a wild fuck.”

Giggle.

“A gentleman at your service! I have quite a pressure inside my jeans.”

“Now, my turn. I did not sit down in the locker room, fearing that my sopping wet pussy would leak through my joggers. I was secretly squeezing my nipples.”

“Your hard cock and happy smile lingered in my mind while I dreamed of straddling you on the lawn. It is so rewarding to give pleasure and to be wanted.“

“Driving home, I caressed my pussy, keeping myself in the mood, thinking about how to get release. I needed a hard and hot cock in my pussy. Worrying, 'Has my daughter already biked home? Can I jump on my husband, or will he be suspicious?' Luckily, my daughter had gone to friends.”

“Want to know what I did with hubby?”

“It turns my stomach to think of another man fucking the woman of my dreams. It brings ugly memories from 20 years ago. But I want to hear.”

“I was wet and horny as hell. I wanted to have a hard, throbbing cock in my cunt.”

“Hubby was reading the newspaper. I took my wet knickers off, threw them on the paper, and said. ‘Want to read more important news?’”

“Did he smell them?” I pretended to pick up her panties and to sniff them while gazing into her eyes. Giggle.

“Unfortunately, not. He chased me to the bedroom and dove his face between my now bare legs. I needed it so much!”

“He lapped furiously around with his tongue and fucked me with his fingers.”

“I desperately needed the real thing. I turned him on his back and straddled him. His dick slipped in fully. I was so wet.”

“I grabbed his hairy chest and ground my pussy against his stomach. The base of his cock pressed my perineum, and his tip rubbed my insides in the perfect angle.”

“Wanting a hard fuck, I said, ‘The head coach is an asshole but has a great body to fantasize about.’”

“Hubby’s thrusts got energy. He pounded me like a furious animal. That was how I wanted you to fuck me on the lawn.” 

“My pussy clenched his dick as my orgasm was building.”

“His cock swell and hardened. His body was tensing.”

“I held my breath. When he sprayed my cervix, I had a long screaming orgasm.”

I said, “You really like to tease.” 

No wonder she had burned herself in the past.

“I told my wife that I had an erection in the middle of the team, and that you saved me by hurrying the girls to the locker room. She dragged me to bed.”

“I guessed that. She came to talk to me. I said you were embarrassed, and I was amused.”

We seemed in control. Little did we know.

Wednesday, June 16, 2004. The Kiss

We entered the familiar, cozy room in the library. The dim lighting and muffled soundscape contrasted with the bright sunshine outside. With our skills, the planning took ten minutes, and we continued to talk. The discussion drifted to teenage explorations.

“My parents were not wealthy,” she said. “I quickly found how to use flirting and sex to get into the desired circles. I was the party queen when dating the richest teen bachelor in the village. Still, I was missing a genuine connection.”

“My early experiences were more like disastrous,” I said.

“I was falling in love, breaking up, being miserable, on and on for years. And there were few sexual adventures.”

I continued, “On the lighter side, I remember my first kiss. I had read in a magazine that you make your tongue a hook and then try to pull the other’s tongue. At a party, I impressed one girl, and others wanted to test me too. Otherwise, that party ended as yet another disaster. I haven’t done that kind of kissing since.”

She said, “How about testing? Now. Just out of interest.”

I hesitated for a moment. It could not be so bad. Kissing was not a big deal back then, 30 years ago.

“Mind games allowed, right? Just to remember the old times.”

But it was like an earthquake when our lips touched.

She let out a loud gasp and jerked. Once. Twice. Thrice.

An electric shock ran through my body.

My lips were burning.

She was panting.

I took her head in my hands and messed her short hair.

My fingers fondled her ear and traveled to her neck, shoulders, and collarbone. I refrained from touching her breasts.

She gently bit my lip.

I sucked her lower lip.

I moved my forefinger to the corner of her mouth, and she milked it.

Her tongue met mine, and my hands cuddled her head restlessly.

We tilted our heads and pulled each other’s tongues in rhythm.

The shockwave settled, and we stopped.

I said, “I had no idea.”

She responded, “You innocent!”

Did she know what she was doing?

“I guess what you think. No, I did not plan this. It was just good fortune. How beautiful a moment.”

“It was wonderful. I think we need to cool down.”

Finland is closed from midsummer until August. During this time, most people take their vacations, travel, and spend time at their summer cottages. Also, the girls’ football team and my encounters with Tina would have a five-week summer break, I assumed.