Her hand moved between her legs; washing her pussy I assumed. But it stayed there. Rubbing. Her breathing started to get deeper, more gaspy. Her hand ...rubbed her slick slit. Then she parted her legs, and pushed two fingers into her sopping cunt.I must have made a sound; a gasp or some other noise. She stopped, rigid. Eyes snapped wide open, fingers plopping from her sticky slit. She looked around, then saw the hole … and my eye glued to it. Next thing I knew she was hammering on my cubicle. She produced a pair of flashy heels and sat down to put them on. Was it my imagination or did she put on a show, letting her skirt ride up, stroking her stockings to remove imaginary wrinkles in the nylon, and wagging her feet teasingly?"Dear," she said in a seductive voice. "Would you help me with these ankles straps? The buckles are so tiny."As I knelt in front of her she let her thighs drift apart to show off her pink panties. My hands trembled as I fumbled with the buckles. She made me. The thrill of it made my pussy gush.“Girls, go hit the showers and get changed into your PT gear.” I felt her hand firmly cup my ass. “Not you, you stay right here.”I watched all the girls run half excited, or half scared into the shower room. Coach Lisa pulled me around by my arm and cupped my crotch firmly. I felt two fingers slide right up inside me, making groan and gasp. She looked me right in the eyes and without blinking started to fuck my pussy with her fingers.“I know many girls like. “Yeah, for two weeks. I just got back last Sunday,” she said, obviously happy to talk about it. “Why Hawaii,” I encouraged. “When my daughter started high school, I told her that if she graduated with an A average, I would take her on a trip. She graduated valedictorian of her class in June and wanted to go to Hawaii,” Liv explained proudly. “I didn’t know your daughter was old enough to graduate,” I said, knowing Liv was my age at most, though she looked ten years younger. .