7 comments/ 33881 views/ 17 favorites Coaching the Pastor By: Randy_Oldman I spotted her as she slipped into the third pew during the opening song. Her dark short hair highlighted sparkling eyes. She moved with the graceful power of an athlete and she joined the singing immediately. I could not take my eyes off of her. Being the pastor of this growing congregation, I always welcomed any newcomer. Yet I felt strangely nervous as I greeted her after worship. She looked me straight in the face and said, "Good Morning, Pastor Tim. I truly enjoyed your sermon. I especially liked your comments about triathlon training." I stammered a short, "Thank you, glad you could visit us this morning." She responded, "Oh, I plan to be back. I might be visiting you often." A wry smile flashed across her face and she was gone. But her face lingered into the afternoon. Monday I checked the visitor cards but none seemed to fit her. I hesitated to mention her to my wife or church secretary. My church had lots of visitors who make one visit and never returned. I simply let the memory of her drift away. However, the next Sunday I saw her seated in the same pew. This time her dress was shorter and a bit more low-cut. She was obviously an athlete because her calves and arms were toned. As a novice triathlete I noticed such features. She looked about thirty, twenty years younger than me. Still I felt this compulsion to check her out during the service. And whenever I would glance in her direction, her gaze seemed to be fixed on me. I quickly looked away, but she just smiled each time I glanced back. After the service, she made sure to greet me. "I told you I would be back. It's certainly good to see you again, pastor." She took a step closer and entered my personal space. "My name is Veronica and I have a few questions about you and your church. Could we talk?" There were others behind her in the greeting line so I said "Sure, just let me finish greeting these people." She stepped away as I greeted the others. As I finished greeting, she walked confidently back up to me. "I hear you are training for a triathlon. I am too. Are you biking or running this afternoon?" She said it with such authority as if she commanded an answer from me. The word "bike" was out of my mouth before I realized it. "Great! We can bike while I ask you my questions. Let's meet at two at the high school parking lot. Are you up for forty miles?" I had been planning only a twenty to thirty mile ride alone, yet her voice and enthusiasm pulled a "sure thing" from my lips. Again she leaned close to me, giving me a glimpse of her cleavage. She certainly was more buxom than most female tri-athlete. She said in a low voice, "I trust you will be ready for a real work-out." Then she turned and walked out of the church. I noticed several men watching her. As I took my ministerial robe off, I didn't know what to do. I felt some deep physical attraction to her, and I felt guilty about those feelings. I looked at myself in the mirror. Though I had a few streaks of grey in my hair and slight roll around my stomach, I was pretty fit for my age. Over the years I had run a dozen or more marathons, but decided last summer to try a short "sprint" triathlon. It had been fun, so now I was training for a longer one in July, an Olympic distance. I kept thinking about Veronica and the approaching bike ride as I ate lunch with my wife. We married in the passion of our youth, but now our relationship had grown stale and perfunctory. Our sex life had become non-existence, especially since her hysterectomy. I had recommended that we go to counseling, but she thought that was extreme. We drifted along as she grew more passionate about gardening and as I pursued triathlons. I was about to broach the subject of the bike ride when my wife said, "Judy asked if I could help her put in her garden this afternoon. It's the only time we both have free and now that it's May we need to get it done. Weren't you going for a bike ride later?" I nodded my head. "So it's okay if I go to Judy's?" "Sure, go right ahead." Five minutes later, my wife was in her car driving to Judy's. It was fifteen minute to two and I wrestled with myself on what to do. It didn't seem proper to meet Veronica alone, yet she did want to ask some questions about my church. And we would be outside on bicycles. It seemed pretty harmless. Yet my mind kept straying to more harmful topics, like the cleavage I had glimpsed this morning. At 2 pm I found myself bicycling into the high school parking lot, half of me wishing Veronica would not show, the other half anxiously looking around for her. I quickly spotted her by the flag pole. She had on very tight bike shorts and her cycling jersey was half zipped. She flashed her enticing smile at me, "I wondered if you would show." "Why? I said I would." "Yes, you did. But I wondered if your wife was going to object." "Well, she went off to a friend's house." "So you didn't tell her?" "My wife knows I am going on a bike ride this afternoon." Veronica pressed a bit further, "But does she know that you are biking with me?" "Not really," I said softly. "Well, that okay," Veronica said. "We wouldn't get into TOO much trouble." She mounted her bike and we started off. She was obviously a fit athlete and though we started at a gentle pace, it steadily increased. We biked side by side. Veronica did have a few questions about the church, but mostly questions about me. How long had I been at the church? - Two years. How long had I been married? -- Twenty-five years. How many children? -- Two in college. She kept probing. How many triathlons had I completed? -- Two. Did I think females were as strong as men in triathlons? -- Many are. Was my wife a triathlete? -- No. I asked her about her situation. She said that she had been divorced for several years and only recently moved to the city. She had found our church on the internet. We were now moving at a faster clip, and I was struggling to stay up. But my male ego was also in play, so I pushed to stay even. I asked her how many triathlons she had completed. "Twenty or so," she responded. I gulped. "Including four full Ironman's." I gulped again. Finally I had to admit to myself that I was whipped physically and so I dropped back to draft off her. She shouted back to me, "That's okay. You were fully engaged at church." She took the lead and slowed the pace. I could see her gorgeous ass as her hips rose up and swayed at every opportunity. Occasionally she would turn and look at me, but mostly I was staring at her. I felt twinges of guilt as I looked, but I reminded myself that I was only looking. I was not touching or doing anything inappropriate. I was making a "pastoral visit." Still my mind kept slipping towards the gutter. I had never cheated on my wife; in fact she was the only sexual partner I ever had. As we neared the high school, Veronica slowed and dropped back to ride beside me. "That was a great ride, but I still have a few questions. My water bottle is empty and I need to replenish. My townhouse is just around the corner." "I don't know," I responded, "I probably should be getting back home." "Oh, come on. I really do have some questions. Follow me." She said it with such authority that I followed her to her home. She opened her garage door and showed me where to place my bike. Packing boxes were scattered about. As we stepped into her entry way, she immediately instructed me where to place my shoes and bike gear. She said, "You don't want to be all sweaty, so take your jersey off and put this T-shirt on." Even though she was younger and shorter than me, her voice demanded immediate respect. As I tried to peel off my jersey, I fumbled a bit, so she stepped up and placed her two strong hands on my jersey and pulled it off. Her hands brushed over my back and shoulders and I felt this surge of electricity flow through my body. And also some guilt. I quickly pulled on the T-shirt, but it was a bit short and it left part of my stomach bare. My slight belly roll was now visible. Not only guilt but also embarrassment had entered the picture. Veronica intervened, "Let's get something to drink and then we can talk." As we walked through her partially decorated living room, she stopped at a corner table and pulled out a digital camera. "I always keep a picture of my guests." She turned and quickly snapped my picture before I could object, remembering my flabby stomach. As we walked towards her kitchen Veronica pulled off her cycling jersey, leaving only a thin sports bra above her narrow waist. She placed the camera on the kitchen table and opened the fridge. She seemed to make a show of raising her ass and moving it from side to side as she pulled out some bottled Gatorade. I thought, "Don't let your imagination make a fool of you. After all she went to your church this morning." When she turned to face me, my imagination jumped to another gear. Her breasts and especially her nipples were clearly outlined from her perspiration. My stare was nearly as obvious as my dropped jaw. She handed me the Gatorade and then asked innocently, "Pastor, are you looking at my breasts?" "Ah, na-na-no. I was not looking at your breasts," I stammered as I turned a deeper shade of red. "Pastor, it is not good to lie, especially to a potential new member of your flock." Part of me wanted to turn and run out the door. Most of me was rooted to the floor. "Pastor, I will let your transgression slide this time. It will just be our little secret." She opened a closet door, pulled a sweatshirt off the shelf, and pulled it over her head. The nipples and breasts disappeared. "I really do need to talk with you about my new business and how you can help me." She sat down at the kitchen table and motioned for me to sit. "Pastor, I am starting over my business as a personal trainer and specifically as a triathlon coach, but I am new in town and need some recommendations for my webpage. Could you help me by making one for me?" "We've only gone on one bike ride and you rode me into the ground." "Yeah, I get a little aggressive at times. But what if I agreed to coach you for a couple of months gratis and then you write a strong recommendation for me, that is if you like my coaching." She was being so earnest with me that I couldn't help but say yes. She asked me what workouts I usually did on Monday and I told it was my running day. "Great. Let's plan to meet here at 7:00 am or is that too early for you? Then we can discuss a bit more of the kind of training plan I would create for you." The way she again took charge of the agenda rubbed me the wrong way, but 7:00 could work for me. "Okay, seven it is." MONDAY MORNING I was ten minutes late pulling up to Veronica's house and she was outside. She seemed a bit miffed, looking at her watch as I walked towards her. "You're late!" "Pastors often are," I joked. "Well, that is something that needs to change, if I am your coach." I wasn't sure how serious she was about this coaching idea, "Why do you want to coach an old man like me anyway? I could barely keep up with you yesterday." "Like I said yesterday, I am new to town and I need some new clients. I figured you would be a great reference for me with your contacts in town, if I can show how you've improved in a short time. That means you need to follow my directions. Besides, I prefer to work with older men. They're not so cock-sure of themselves and often more open to strong coaching." I wasn't sure how to take that last comment, so I responded with a neutral, "All right." As we started the run, Veronica again took charge, directing me to a nearby park with a forested trail. Veronica started asking appropriate questions. How many miles a week did I run? How many days did I bike and swim? How fast did I race my last triathlon? What were my goals and expectations? She kept the pace leisurely so I could answer without gasping for breath. "I noticed yesterday that you tend to do your workouts at hyper-speed," she said as I pushed the pace a bit. "You need to learn to vary the pace, to have hard work-outs followed by easy work-out. Learn to relax and listen to your body. Go with the flow." I began to relax as the run progressed. Her voice had an intoxicating quality that evoked my trust. She occasionally took the lead and I would admire her strong, fluid body. Veronica continued, "We will need to work on your core and also you need to lose about ten, maybe fifteen pounds." My belly flab came to mind and I winced. "No big deal," she said. "I always do nutritional counseling with my clients as well as work-outs plans. I'll let you try one of my delicious smoothies when we get back." It was a very relaxing six-mile run and the conversation seemed to match. "Have you ever used any mental meditation and visualization exercises to prepare for a race?" I had heard of elite athlete's using them but had never tried them myself. "It's sort of like self-hypnosis. You clear your mind and visualize yourself accomplishing your goal." "It sounds intriguing," I said. "As a pastor, you would probably catch on right away. I have a CD at home that can help you. It will only take about forty minutes, but I should be with you the first few of times to make sure it works properly." I usually kept my Monday schedule open, so I could deal with pastoral emergencies. And I was intrigued with the idea. "Okay," I said. At her house, she showed me some exercises to strengthen my core and then told me to shower while she fixed one of her special smoothies. Afterwards we would do the meditation. I quickly showered and dressed. As I entered the kitchen I saw that Veronica had on a loose fitting sweatshirt and sweatpants. I relaxed a bit and sat down. She handed me a large glass filled with cold red liquid. "You are going to love this raspberry smoothie. It's packed with protein, vitamins and the electrolytes your body craves after a workout." I took a sip and it was delicious. In a short time I had finished the whole thing. "That is really good." I relaxed even further. Veronica then handed me two sheets of paper. "I prepared my standard coach-client agreement that outlines how I will help you achieve your goals. It also allows me to use any recommendation or media that you give me on my website. You know, I usually charge over $80 an hour, but like I said yesterday, it will all be gratis." As I thought about the fees I felt an obligation to follow Veronica's advice. "All right," I signed the document after a hasty perusal. Veronica continued, "I roughed out a potential work-out schedule for this week. Look it over and we can discuss it tomorrow after our swim workout." She handed me the schedule. "Swim work-out? I don't think I will have time for that. I have several meeting tomorrow." "At five AM? That's when I scheduled our work-out. We will meet at the Y's pool at 5:15 tomorrow morning. I need to evaluate your swimming stroke." Again her take-charge coaching voice made my response almost impulsive, "Okay." "Now let's try the meditation and visualization exercise before you have to go." She led me downstairs into her basement that was outfitted like a small gym. We had to negotiate the two treadmills, an elliptical machine, free-weights and a large massage table. In the corner were two straight back chairs and a small table with a candle and a small clay bowl. Veronica motioned for me to sit down. "I like to engage the senses when I meditate." She lit the candle and then a small amount of incense which she placed in the bowl. Her voice was calm, almost seductive. "I will start the CD in moment. It will lead us step by step into a deeper sense of peace and tranquility. Keep your eyes closed through out and visualize yourself biking the last section into the transition zone." I nodded my head. "You need a mantra as well. Try this one, 'the harder it is, the stronger I am.'" I repeated, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." As I sat down, I already felt at ease and relaxed, except for my groin. I noticed my penis becoming hard as I listened to Veronica's voice. I thought to myself, "It is a good thing I have on a loose pair of slacks and boxers." I placed my hands in my laps to hide any arousal. The CD started and with my eyes closed, I quickly floated deeper and deeper into the guided meditation. I visualized myself biking smoothly along the race course. I was feeling strong and alive, passing several other cyclists. My manta kicked in, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." I visualized the transition area ahead and slowed as I neared my gear. Veronica was standing there ready to assist me. As I got off the bike she handed me my running shorts. I visualized her strong hands pulling down my cycling shorts and exposing my stiff erection. Her hand held it as she looked at me, saying "the harder it is the stronger I am." I pulled my running shorts up over my groin, but she continued to hold my erection and whispered deeply into my mind, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." She slipped her hand out and gave me a soft kiss on my check. I started running, the erection slipping away. The meditation continued for a few minutes longer and then guided me back to consciousness. Finally I opened my eyes. There was Veronica, standing over me in her baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt. "How did it go?" she asked. I felt a small blush rising in my face and I fought the urge to look down at my lap. "Fine," I said. "In fact, it went really well. I could visualize the bike, the transition zone, and everything. It felt so real." I was rambling now, trying not to think what happened during the transition. "Great, I thought you would be good at it. How did the mantra work?" With gusto I immediately responded, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." "Very good," She smiled. "After you practice here a few times, you can use it at home, or maybe in the quiet of your office." "That reminds me, I really should get back to church. Tomorrow morning, 5:15, at the Y's pool. See you then. And thanks for the work-out and the smoothie." As I drove back to the church, the vivid image of the meditation was bouncing around in my head. "I really must be careful with her," I thought, "She could be real trouble for me." Little did I know how true that would be. TUESDAY MORNING Swimming was my weakest leg in a triathlon, so I was anxious to get any advice I could from Veronica. I tried not to think what she would look like in a swimsuit, but a provocative image kept surfacing as I drove to the Y. I had done some early morning swims in the past and the pool was pretty quiet at that time so I was not too worried about someone seeing us together. I still had not discussed Veronica with my wife. Veronica was already in the pool when I walked out of the locker room. She seemed to glide through the water with ease. Her suit was a standard one-piece, nothing provocative. Still I was mesmerized by her athletic form. After a couple of laps, she looked up and saw me. She called out to me, "Pastor Tim, over here. " She pushed her swim goggles up and climbed out of the pool. "So are you ready?" "Swimming is not my strength." "Remember your mantra, 'The harder it is, the stronger I am.'" Immediately my mind flashed back to yesterday's meditation. I nodded my head to clear it as much to acknowledge the mantra. "The harder it is, the stronger I am." Veronica said, "Let me watch you swim. Just do a few laps to warm up. Don't try to impress your coach. I will figure out what's best for you." I put on my goggles, jumped into the pool and started to swim. I felt awkward from the first stroke. After four laps she stopped me. Coaching the Pastor "I certainly see why swimming is your weak link. Fortunately it is the shortest segment and better yet, you have me to coach you." She jumped into the pool next to me. "First off, your hips are too low in the water. Go prone." She half pushed me into a face first float. "You want to keep your head low and your hips high." She reached under me just below my waist and pulled my ass up. I felt my penis stiffen as she reached under me. "See, you need to work at keeping this form." For the next half hour she put me through the wringer, doing various laps with kickboards, resistant gloves and the like. I did faster laps followed by slower laps. She gave me words of encouragement, but she was not afraid to push me either. Several time she leaned over me as I rested between intervals. "The harder it is, the stronger I am." After nearly an hour she called a halt. "I brought along a special brew I want you to use after your workouts." She walked over to her gym bag and pulled out a plastic tub filled with a reddish powder. "Just mix ¼ cup of it in your water bottle after every workout. When you run out, I have more." "What's in it?" I asked. "Mostly whey protein powder, electrolytes and B vitamins and a few secret ingredients. I call it Veronica's Enhancer. You had it yesterday after our run." I remembered the delicious smoothie. "Okay." "I usually bill my clients for it, but since you are my pastor, I will let it be my gift to you." Now I felt even more of an obligation to drink it. "You shower, drink your Enhancer and head to your office. I will finish my work-out and meet you there at about nine." I wanted to object to her matter-of-fact directions. Maybe I had an appointment. But I knew I didn't so I nodded my head. "Okay, Veronica." She stopped fiddling with her goggles and look directly at me. "That is 'Coach Veronica.' Always address me as Coach, Coach Veronica or Coach V." Then with a quick smile, "I always call you, Pastor Tim." I felt like a little boy being reprimanded at school. I acquiesced, "Okay, Coach V." "I'll see you at nine. Make sure you have some of that hot church coffee ready." At nine am, my office phone rang. "Pastor, a woman named Coach V. is here to see you." As I walked out I could hear Veronica or Coach V brightly chatting with the church secretary Jill about swimming and exercise. Jill was slightly older than me and a very efficient secretary but she was overweight. Veronica (I still chaffed at the 'Coach V' title) was telling Jill about our swim workout this morning and how Jill should join us some morning soon. I could not picture Jill in a swim suit, let alone the pool. Veronica went on, "Swimming is such a great exercise since it tones your upper body as well as builds endurance. Our bodies are God's temple. Isn't that right, Pastor Tim." She beamed one of her biggest smiles at me and then reached out and squeezed my arm. "Soon Pastor Tim is going to be a real hunk." I returned her smile and said to Jill, "I see you met my triathlon coach Veronica." A couple of other staff members stepped out of their offices and I had to introduce Coach V. to each one. She seemed to already know who they were and what responsibilities they had. She was charming and vivacious, telling them about the big plans she had for me. Then she asked, "Where is Mark?" Mark was our worship leader. He played keyboards and directed our worship band. "Mark probably wouldn't come in until our staff meeting at 10:00." Veronica looked disappointed. "I wanted to meet him. I plan to join the worship band." With a tinge of surprise and pride, "So you plan to join our church?" "Most definitely. I can't think of a better church to be active in." Her enthusiasm was a bit excessive. She then turned to me. "And I certainly plan to be active with you, Pastor Tim. Shall we check over your work-out schedule?" Feeling a bit nervous, I lead her back to my office. I better keep a professional tone, I thought. "Coach V, here is my office." She quickly noticed that the office door had a long, thin window. "Why the window?" "Most pastoral offices have it for counseling purposes. It gives some security to both the pastor and the visitor that nothing inappropriate can happen." "That's no fun." "Well, not all ministry is fun." "Mine would be." She took a seat at a small table in the corner, her shapely legs crossed, giving me a glimpse of her luscious thighs and sculpted calves. Her sundress was shorter than most I see at church. She did not need any stockings to look stunning. My mind slipped again to yesterday's meditation. Her face took a stern demeanor as she looked around the room, seeing my desk and large bookcase. "Have you read all those books?" "Not all of them, but many. I enjoy reading for my sermons and teaching." "Well, you may not have much time for reading with the schedule I have planned for you." She laid a folder on the table and showed me her latest print out. "I need to talk with you about that, Veronica, I mean Coach V. I appreciate all the plans you've done, but the schedule seems a bit too aggressive for me. You have me doing two work outs most days with only Sunday being an exception. I still need to write sermons, prepare for meetings, and make pastoral visits." "I see. How much time do you use to write sermons?" "Anywhere from ten to twelve hours." I prided myself on my sermon preparation. Veronica nodded her head and made a note in her folder. "I may have some help for you. With some of my previous clients, I have had to show them how to carve time out of their schedule. For example, we will just have to get you out of bed sooner. Your wife doesn't need your services at that hour does she?" I was unsure how to respond to that question, so I changed the subject. "The morning workout schedule will work, except for Wednesday when I have a standing breakfast meeting. But it is the late afternoon workout that I am unsure will work." "You just need to schedule this as a priority in your schedule. Let's look at your calendar." I kept my calendar on my laptop so I got up from the table and walked over to my desk. I sat down and was a bit surprise when I felt Veronica's leaning over my left shoulder, looking at my laptop. I immediately heard her steady breathing in my ear and I smelled her light perfume. I felt my hands become moist from nervousness and I stumbled in accessing my calendar. She leaned across me and placed her hand on my mouse to click open the program. She stepped back afterwards and I felt some regret that she pulled away. "It looks to me like you are free Today, Thursday, Friday and Saturday at 4:30 pm for your second workout. You can be done prior to any evening meetings at 7:00. " "But I wouldn't have much time for dinner at home." "You are going to need to make some sacrifices to accomplish your goal. Besides I need to assess your nutritional needs. You can eat at my townhouse for a few nights so I can demonstrate proper meal preparation." "My wife might not be happy about that." "Does she run your life? Or do you? Besides, isn't she gone most evening this time of year for her garden club?" "How do you know about my wife's garden club?" My suspicion antenna was up. "You list her interest on your church webpage. Let me show you." Again she stepped close and reached across for the mouse. One hand grasped my shoulder. The scent of her perfume had fully captivated me and my suspicion dropped somewhat. She quickly opened our church webpage and showed me the several paragraphs I had written about myself and my family, including my wife's avid gardening interest. I tried to lighten the mood a bit. "All right, we can give your schedule a try, Coach V." "Good," she smiled at me. As she continued to squeeze my shoulder, she whispered in my ear. "Remember, 'the harder it is, the stronger I am.'" Then she pulled back. "Meet me at my house at 4:30 sharp, ready to ride." At staff meeting, nearly everyone was a buzz about my new triathlon coach. They teased me about how young and athletic she appeared to be and how my wife might be jealous of the time spent with her. Still they knew how my physical training helped me deal with church stress and the teasing was all good-natured. "She just wants some solid recommendations and after she gets her business going, she will have no time for an old man like me." I didn't mention that I had not told my wife yet about Coach V. TUESDAY AFTERNOON I arrived at Coach V's home at 4:25 sharp. She was outside her garage, ready to roll. She greeted me, "I see you're learning. Good." I grinned. I always liked words of affirmation. "We will start off easy to warm up." Again, she lead the way, weaving through her neighborhood and out to some country roads. As we finished a few easy miles, she instructed me, "We will do a ladder progression today. We will go hard 1 minute, easy 1 minute, hard 2 minute, easy 2 minutes, and so forth. I will be riding behind you to watch your form. Ready. Go." For the first few hard intervals, Coach V cautioned me to go 80%. As we moved into the longer interval, she rode up beside me. "Remember, the harder it is, the stronger I am." We finished the intervals and slowly rode back to her townhouse. Even though it was only slightly more than an hour ride, I was tired. Veronica noticed my body sagging. "Today was challenging and you preformed well. Tomorrow will be an easy day so your body can recover. I am very proud of you, Pastor Tim," she said with gracious smile. I beamed. At her home she again made me her Enhancer smoothie and then directed me down to her meditation corner. She gave me some slightly different instruction, "Today, I want you to visualize the swim section of the race all the way to the transition area. Just relax and go with the flow." I quickly dropped into a deep relaxation mode and began to visualize the swim. I could feel the cold lake water on my arms and legs. I could hear the crowd cheering from shore. My stroke was graceful and smooth and as I neared the end of the swim I noticed a familiar face beside me. Coach V was swimming with me stroke for stroke, then running beside me towards the transition area. I felt not only the sand between my toes, but my penis becoming more erect with each step. Coach V guided me towards my bike and helped me pull off my wetsuit. As I sat down she whispered into my ear, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." Before I pulled on my shoes, she pulled down my shorts and began to fondle my erection. She squirted some sunscreen lotion on her hand and stroked my penis. Slowly, steadily she pulled me towards climax. I felt strong and alive. She smiled at me again, reminding me, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." She leaned down placing her lips directly on my own. We kissed, long and hard. Her tongue explored my mouth and I tasted the sweetness of her breath. Nothing could stop me now. I felt invincible. Just before I climaxed, she stopped the kiss and stroking. She wiped my penis with a towel. She melted back into the vision and the meditation CD slowly brought me back to consciousness. When I opened my eyes, Coach V was not in the room, but I heard water running in the bathroom. She came back into the room and asked me, "How did it go?" "Wow, it went very well. I could feel the cold water and dry sand." I did not mention her soft skin and delicious lips. "That is some meditation CD." "Yes, I have had excellent results with it." I excused myself to use the bathroom. The meditation had seemed so real, I wanted to see if I had done anything. No, everything was nice and tidy, though I still had a stiff penis. Coach V showed me some of her recipes for recovery meals and had me try her fajitas. Then she instructed me to have an easy run on Wednesday by myself, whenever I could schedule it. She would see me again on Thursday morning at her home. THURSDAY MORNING On Wednesday, I did my easy run as she instructed me. I even tried the mediation CE but the visualization was pretty tame. I found myself, looking forward to Thursday's workout. I arrived at Veronica's home at 6:00 am, ready to run. It was already warm and Veronica greeted me dressed in only shorts and a tight running bra. This bra had more padding so her nipples were not as pronounced. Even without make-up, she was striking. I tried not to stare. "Are you ready for a five mile tempo run?" "Sure, Coach." "Good. We have a busy morning, so let's get started." During our warm-up she asked how Wednesday's workout had gone. "Okay. I completed the run at an easy pace, but the meditation did not go well -at least not as well as when I am at your house." She turned and looked at me with a sly smile. "Then you will need to practice more at my home. That can be arranged." We finished the workout and did our post-run exercise routine. Afterwards, Veronica pulled on a loose sweatshirt and gave me one of her Enhancer shakes. Then she directed me downstairs for the mediation. "This time, I want you to visualize the run segment and the finish line. Remember your mantra, 'The harder it is, the stronger I am.'" She made sure I was relaxed and then started the CD. After several minutes, I was breathing slowly and deeply, imagining myself running the last portion of the 10K run. "The harder it is, the stronger I am." I imagined myself running hard, crowds cheering, the finish line coming into view. I dug deep to make one last push. "The harder it is, the stronger I am." My goal time was clearly visible on the finish line clock. As I crossed the finish, my imagination evoked Veronica walking up to me, congratulating me. She hugged me and her chest pressed against me. She was dressed in her thin jog bra and tight bicycle shorts. Her pronounced nipples demanded my attention. She smiled at me provocatively and I smiled back, her body very close to me. Her hand reached towards my groin. My penis was stiff and hard. She whispered in my ear, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." In a dream-like motion, she pulled down my shorts and kneeled in front of my rock-hard penis. She looked up at me and she said again, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." She opened her mouth and began to kiss and lick my penis. Waves of electricity flowed through my body. Again, my mediation became so vivid and alive. Her mouth was soon wrapped around my erection. I was feeling strong, victorious, champion as I began to thrust my member into her waiting mouth. "The harder it is, the stronger I am." The pace started slowly but began to quicken and I felt this urge to press towards another finish. Up and down her head moved, sending thrills up and down my body. The intensity of pleasure was greater than any previous experience. She was pulling me closer and closer to climax. Soon I was ejaculating in my meditation. Veronica stood up and we kissed. She pushed a bit of the warm sperm into my mouth. She whispered again, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." Then she melted back into the crowd at the races' finish line and the CD continued to guide my meditation through a series of steps back into consciousness. It was several minutes before I was instructed to open my eyes again. I looked up and saw Veronica smiling at me, still covered in her sweatshirt. "How did it go this time?" "Incredible. I felt strong throughout the run and experienced the thrill of the finishing under my goal time. Thank you, Coach." "My pleasure. You need to shower and get to work. We bike at 4:30." "Yes, Coach, whatever you say." "And throughout the day, practice your mantra." "The harder it is, the stronger I am," I said. "Exactly, the harder it is, the stronger I am." She said this with an emphasis on the "I." THURSDAY AFTERNOON Our ride went as she had scheduled. We stretched and then she gave me a banana flavored smoothie. She directed me downstairs again for the meditation. "This session will be a bit longer and deeper. You are doing such a good job with it, I think it will really enhance your performance." I nearly glowed from her words. I felt this deep need to please her. "Okay, this time, I want you to go all out. Hold nothing back. Visualize the entire race. See me as your coach, repeating the mantra, 'the harder it is, the stronger I am." Again her voice emphasized the "I." The CD began and I slipped quickly to a dream-like state. I was standing at the starting line, preparing to race into the lake. For the first time, I noticed how warm it was and how bright the sun was. Coach was standing next to me, dressed in a provocative swimsuit, her breasts half exposed. She leaned into me, whispering "The harder it is, the stronger I am." She reached down and touched by swelling penis. The starting gun went off, but I was firmly planted at the start. I could not move, except my hands reached for her breasts. I pulled them free from her suit and began to kiss them with zeal. Again, I heard her words, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." I fell to my knees, looked up at the sun and then pulled Coach V's suit all the way down. I hardly notice that she was clean shaven as I began to kiss the lips of her vulva and thrust my tongue towards her clitoris. I was totally enraptured with her body, the smell of her sweat and sexual arousal, the feel of her lips on my tongue. I felt the pressure of her hands on my head pulling more and more into her pleasure. I licked and tasted and swelled with pride. I could hear her gasping for breath, but she continued to utter, "The harder it gets, the STRONGER I AM." My hands grasped her firm ass cheeks as she gave into the pleasure. She gasped a final "YES!" as she climaxed. She pulled my head back and looked down at me. I felt like a compliant servant, looking up for her approval. She had a wicked grin on her face. "That was a satisfying work-out." She stepped back, turned and walked away. My penis remained rock hard. The meditation CD continued as I breathed and continued to visualize lying on the beach. The start line had disappeared as had all the racers. I felt totally alone, uncertain what to do. I felt this deep desire to hear Coach's voice and to follow her instructions. I seemed to lie on the beach for an incredibly long time, yearning for her. My mantra came to me, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." But somehow I sense that the strength was all hers. As I slowly awoke from the meditation, I opened my eyes to see Coach V standing over me. Though I felt this incredible urge to hug her, I restrained myself and lowered my eyes. "Are you all right?" she asked. "Yes, I think so," "My meditation was quite vivid, how was yours?' "Oh, it was all right." I stammered, unsure what to say or do. "Hhm, that is not a satisfactory answer. I think you will need to do it again here tomorrow, after our morning swim." Friday was my usual day off and often spent it with my wife. "I need to be home tomorrow," I said weakly. "No, you need to be practice your visualization exercises with me. Shall I call your wife and tell her for you?" I still had not told my wife about Coach V. "Please don't call her. I will find a way." "Good. You just need a bit more practice, and soon you will be my star client." Her smile bordered on a smirk. I had to rush back to church for an evening meeting but my mind seemed planted on the beach. Where was this training leading me? FRIDAY MORNING It turned out that my wife had scheduled a morning meeting with her garden club so I had no difficulty being away. At the pool Coach V focused again on my form and special drills. She said I had definite room for improvement and needed to be swimming at least three times a week. Coaching the Pastor "I don't have the time." I complained. "You just need to make time. We will discuss it when we get back to my house for your meditation training." After the workout, she showed me some more core strengthening exercises and dynamic stretches. It was nearly eight when I followed her to her home. Inside she made the usual smoothie and then as I was drinking it, she reached out and pinched the roll of fat around my stomach. I flinched. "You need to lose about ten pounds." "I know, but I love to eat too much." "We need to change what you eat. I have a meditation CD that will help with that. It will guide you to a lavish feast and you will visualize picking only the nutritious foods that make you stronger." Since I did not have to head off to church, I did not shower but instead went downstairs for the meditation in my workout clothes. Coach lit the candles and incense, turned down the lights and started the CD. The audio lead me into a deep sense of relaxation but this time I visualized a large table laden with all kinds of food. The smell of fresh baked bread and roasted chicken permeated the dream. I could feel my appetite rising and my stomach beginning to growl. But just as I began to reach for the food, I felt this tap on my shoulder. Dreamlike, I turned to see Coach V dressed in a shimmering bathrobe. She pulled me away from the table towards a large sofa. "I'll show you something better to eat." She sat down on the large sofa and opened her robe. Her breast looked exquisite and I began to kiss them lavishly. I sucked on her nipples and my tongue tasted the sweat and chlorine water. I knelt down between her legs and felt her strong arms pulling me into her. "Yes, eat my flesh, devour my breasts, I am the food you need to eat." I could hear her breath getting deeper, more guttural. Soon she directed my head lower as she lifted her ass to open her robe. The lips of her vagina again were the sweetest taste I had ever tongued. I buried my head into her lap, my tongue reaching deeper and deeper inside her. My tongue was becoming my second penis. My hands grabbed the firm flesh of her ass, pulling me further inside her intoxicating zone of erotic energy. "The harder it is, the stronger I am," she growled into my ear. Her body was rocking back and forth, and her strong hands drew me deeper into her lap. I could barely breathe, but I was consumed with eating her sexuality. I was a famished man devouring a feast. Her vaginal fluid was covering my face as I licked and kissed her clitoris. "Yes, yes! You love my cunt," she gasped. "You worship at my feet." Her legs fiercely squeezed my head as she reached orgasm. Then as her embrace slowly eased, I felt my own strong erection screaming for attention. Coach V lifted my head, slowly wiped my face with the edge of her robe, and said, "Your diet will be my pussy. You must eat here at least once a day." In a deep trance, I nodded my head. She reached down into my sweatpants and grasped my rock hard penis. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." Again I nodded my head. My mind was blank, absorbing the dream-like commands. Coach placed me on the sofa and walked out of the meditation. For a few minutes I breathed her lingering aroma, tasted her sweet juices on my lips and rested in her explicit directions. Slowly the meditation CD brought me back to consciousness. When I opened my eyes, Coach was again standing over me, dressed in her sweats. I reminded myself that our 'sexual encounter" had been only a dream that she knew nothing about. "How was it?" she asked. "Sweet," I instantly responded. "Did you eat only the nutritious food?" My mind pictured her clean-shaven cunt. "Yes." "Good, I have one last thing before you go. I need a verbal recommendation for my new website and it would be such a kick to have your voice on it." Members of my church had commented on my distinctive, engaging style of preaching. "Okay. What exactly would you want me to say?" She reached into her drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. "I have drafted a possible script." She held the paper to her chest and said, "You need to do this in a convincing way. I realize it's based on only one week of workouts, but you are a quick learner. I know a lot of people respect your opinion." She was playing to my ego. I glanced at the paragraph. It seemed harmless though somewhat exaggerated. "I'm Pastor Tim and I highly recommend Veronica as a personal trainer and triathlon coach. She and I just finished several excellent workouts and she has a powerful way of making the most of every workout. I love recommending Veronica as a coach and I can't wait to do some more workouts with her soon." I started to read it, but Veronica stopped me. "You need to read it with more passion!" I started over with more energy. She seemed pleased and reached out to pat my arm. There was that flow of electricity. "Thank you. That is exactly what my webpage needs." She continued, "This afternoon make sure you get an easy swim. Tomorrow you have a challenging day, starting with a long run of fourteen miles at 6:30. Afterwards I will have a surprise for you." "It has been a hectic week and my sermon is not finished. I think I only have the time and energy for an eight to ten mile run." She interrupted me, "No, you are doing fourteen and that is final. Remember, 'the harder it is, the stronger I am.'" My mind shifted gears and my mouth responded with an almost automatic, "Yes, Coach." A small grin broke upon her face, "Then I will see you tomorrow at 6:30 ready to run." Throughout my ride that afternoon, my mind spun around Coach V. I was feeling guilty about the intense sexual fantasies I was experiencing during the meditations, yet I felt this powerful compulsion to experience more of them. And whenever I repeated my mantra - the harder it is, the stronger I am -- my penis quickly became erect. Plus I wondered what her surprise might be. SATURDAY MORNING The 6:30 run was uneventful, other than it was my longest run in a year. The pace was easy and Coach V kept up a playful banter of encouragement and stories. A few times I found myself slipping behind and admiring her dazzling ass and elegant stride. Towards the end of the run, she reminded me of the mantra and its power. However when she said, "The harder it is, the stronger I get" it was not my legs that quicken, but my groin. I thought to myself, "This mantra has taken on a whole new meaning." Afterwards she again coached me through some dynamic stretches and core exercises. Then she weighed me, "You've lost two pounds this week. Good job." I felt like a school boy receiving praise from his favorite teacher. She told me to shower and then she would show me the "surprise." I told her that I still need to finish my sermon so it better not take long. "It will take as long as necessary," She said, looking a bit stern. I showered and changed into my casual sweats. Instead of directing me down stairs to her meditation corner, she led me upstairs to a spare bedroom that she had converted into an office with a large work desk that held multiple computer screens. She motioned for me to sit down next to her facing the screen. "First, I want you to know that I have taken care of your sermon preparation." She pulled out a file folder and handed it to me. "Inside is a great, witty sermon that I pulled off the internet. I talked with a few of your members and their one complaint about your preaching is that your content can be a bit dry and academic. This sermon will correct that." I felt shocked. Who gave her the right to talk with my congregants about my preaching? My sermons were not that academic! I started to object, "Wait a minute, I can't steal someone's sermon." Coach V looked me straight in the eye and said, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." My mind shifted gears and I felt this desire to please her. Plus I felt my penis start to stiffen inside my jeans. I tried to resist the compulsion, "It is not right to use other's material." Coach responded, "This sermon was specifically written for general usage in churches. You will give it a try tomorrow and see what response you get." Automatically, I nodded my head. "Now, you can see your surprise." I had thought the sermon was the surprise, but there was more. Coach turned on her computer and then connected to an internet site. She said, "I want to show you some of the special components of my new website. I think you will find them interesting." She entered a password and then started a small video. I quickly recognized her basement workout room and her meditation corner. I was surprised to see that I was seated on a chair, my eyes closed. I never remember seeing a video camera in the room. In the video a woman stepped in front of the camera, walking toward my seated figure. I recognized Coach's walk and shape, but I could not see her face. She pulled "me" to my feet and, to my horror, "I" pulled down my running shorts, exposing my erect penis. Coach V squatted before me and began to fondle and kiss my erection. It was my finish "meditation" come to life. I was too shocked to stop the video sequence. The audio portion was turned down, but I could tell that I was thoroughly enjoying myself. "The harder it is, the stronger I am," Coach spoke seductively into my ear. I turned away from the screen to look at her. She had her sly grin covering her face. "How did you do this?" I stammered. "Easy enough, once you entered the deep trance of the meditation. I told you that you were a quick student. And a very willing one, I might add." "But why!?" "Oh, Pastor Tim, because it was challenging and fun. You were always stealing glances at my body, especially my nice firm ass and tits. You responded so well to the meditation CD and to the special ingredients in my Enhancer, especially the sexual stimulants." "The what?" "The Viagra, the testosterone and other ingredients," she said. Now I understood the more frequent erections and sexual urgency. "This has to stop! If word got out, I would be ruined as a pastor." "Oh, it wouldn't get out, but you need to complete your contract with me." "Contract, what contract?" "The contract you signed when you made me your coach. You agreed to follow all my instructions, and allowed me to post any picture, video or audio on my website. Here, let me show you another special piece I've worked on." I was still too stunned to move, so she clicked on the screen and I saw the homepage for her triathlon coaching. She had a prominent picture of me from my church webpage and below was a link to the audio recommendation I had made. "You really need to listen to the edited version. I shortened it up a bit." She clicked on a special link and there was the picture of me she had taken the first day at her home, when she had given me a dry t-shirt to wear. The shirt now had a logo written across the front, "My best workout is fucking." "You can't show that!" I yelped. "Oh yes I can, listen to the audio that goes with it." She started the audio and I could clearly hear my voice, "I'm Pastor Tim and I highly recommend Veronica as a personal trainer. She and I just finished several excellent workouts and she has a powerful way of making love. I can't wait to do some more workouts with her soon." "Stopped it! Stopped it right now." She turned off the computer screen. "There is so much more I need to show you, but that is sufficient for today." "You could destroy my ministry in a second, if anyone sees any of it." "Yes, I could." She paused before continuing, "But I wouldn't, that is if you complete your contract with me." "I don't ever want to see you again." I stood up. "Sit down," she commanded. With only a modest hesitation I sat down. My head dropped into my hands. I was overwhelmed. "Listen carefully, Pastor Tim. You entered this contract on your own. My meditation CD only enhanced certain desires and feeling that you already had. I simply removed some of the quaint little prohibitions that you have had about sex. I watched you carefully during each meditation, and you fully enjoy it." She then stood up and removed her jogging bra. Her tits sprang forth into full view. I looked with astonishment at how brazen she was with me. "Remember," she said seductively, "the harder it is, the stronger I am." She reached out and stroked my erect penis through the thin fabric of my running shorts. My mind seemed to spin and I looked up at her wicked grin. She guided my lips to her hard nipples and I felt consumed with animal passion. She again uttered the words, "The harder it is, the stronger I am." I sank deeper into my consuming lust. She lifted my head and our lips drew close, her tongue reaching to find mine. All my fears, anger and guilt were transformed into savage thrusts of tongue and hip. As our lips joined her hands stroked my rock-hard penis. I was beyond any self-control. She broke the kiss to say, "Take your shirt off, I want to rub my nipples on your chest." I tossed my shirt to the floor as we embraced, her firm tits twisting against my chest, further stoking the fires of my wild- fire passion. Our lips were locked in a kiss that I could not stop. She stopped and said, "Let me see your cock, how hard it is." I lowered my sweat pants and her hand stroked it more forcefully. She reached back and grabbed my balls, feeding my sexual fever. "The harder it is, the stronger I am," she said, relishing each word. She directed me across the room to a small sofa. "Fuck me," she demanded. "Fuck me with your hard cock. Right now!" I yanked off her shorts and gazed at her wet slit. All barriers were being broken. I spread her legs wide and half lifted her ass off the floor as I positioned my cock against her steaming, gyrating hips. I plunged into her without any hesitation and began to pump over and over. She was playing with her clit as I squeezed her sweet ass cheeks. Our rhythm became steady and powerful, like runners straining to reach the finish line. As I pushed deeper into her pussy, I felt a roaring passion to be swallowed up, to be consumed by her. As I gave her my cock and being , she groaned out, "Yes, Pastor. Yes, now you feel it. Harder and stronger, give it your all. YEEEESSSSS!" I could sense she was reaching orgasm and I wanted to cross the finish line together. We both groaned "Harder! Stronger!" as we climaxed at nearly the same time, she being just ahead of me. I collapsed on top of her, but she turned my head and she gave me his wicked grin. "Ahhhh , yes, your workouts are getting better." My passion evaporated and I struggled to get up. Her strong arms held me close. "Not so fast, Pastor. I am not finished with my coaching instructions." She let me slowly climb to my feet and I pulled my sweats back on. She stood and picked up my cast off t-shirt and pulled it on. She walked back to the desk. "I have several other video and pictures that could be quite damaging if members of your church board saw them." "You would do that? Ruin my career?" I collapsed on to the couch. She looked at me with a stern gaze. "Would I have given you a wonderful sermon if I was planning to ruin your career? Hell, no. Quite the opposite. I plan to advance your career in ways you would never dream possible." "You what?" "Yes, I have a plan for you, your church and my business. After I visited your church and saw your raw talent, I also recognized the potential for growth and significant profit. Then when you were so "eager" to follow my coaching instructions, my plans took shape. Today you took the next big step in our partnership." "What partnership are you talking about?" "Oh your church is going to become something very special, attracting thousands for your messages of positive drivel and provocative, some might even say sexual, energy. It will take a few months, but tomorrow will be our next step. And I will be right beside you, to coach you to success. Also I will provide you with 'moral support.' " With that she raised my shirt and flashed her magnificent breasts at me. I looked away and in a quiet voice said, "What about my wife?" "I was wondering when you might bring her into the conversation. I am already making arrangements for her. But I don't think I will share that with you today. Soon, but not today." "I will never be able to face her." "You wouldn't need to face her today or tomorrow. I have made arrangements for her to visit your daughter at college this week-end. I think if you take a look at your cell phone, there will be a message from her while we were out running." I was again overwhelmed with surprise at her flagrant control of my life. "This means that you and I have all day to work on your sermon for tomorrow plus any other activities we want to enjoy." Her smile was too sweet to be sincere. "Yes, we had better get to work. Your training has only started." To be continued...