As we carried on towards the cliffs we came across a large pile of rocks in the middle of the path, it seemed like a weird place to just abandon the rubble as the bath split in two around it but as we got closer I realised the rocks and stones were placed to resemble some kind of troll-like figure.
"How long did you have to stand?" I turned to face Coach, he looked at me with confusion etched into his brows.
"You must've stood a while for them to model this on you!"
He looked shocked, but with that same cheeky smile on his face he walked towards the troll. He stood in front of it, his arms in the air flexing.
"You're right, he's a strong handsome guy right?" He looked so proud of himself. I was so used to seeing him up close, whenever I saw him from a distance I was always amazed at the sheer size of his body. He was tall and muscular but was always so gentle with me, my eyes focused on his muscles bulging beneath his coat before shooting down as I noticed that trail of hair beneath his naval was on full display. I felt that familiar lump appear in my throat as I tried to swallow. A single bead of sweat ran down my temple. How had he got me sweating in this cold wind.!
As if he knew what had caught my attention he slowly lifted his arms higher as if he was stretching, his stomach now on full view. His muscles tensed firmly as he winked in my direction. The fact he probably wasn't wearing any underwear ran through my mind and my heart raced as my eyes settled on the dark hairs poking out from the waistband of his jeans. He shifted his leg slightly knowing full well the fabric of his jeans would cling to his shaft. Even when flaccid he maintained his size and girth. I tried to calm myself, I couldn't allow myself to get caught up in the moment. Luckily something drew my attention, something happening in the corner of my eye. I turned to my left and saw the tour guide waving at us, beckoning for us to catch up with the rest of the group.
I marched towards Coach and grabbed his hand, pulling him around the statue and moving onwards to our next destination.
I could hear him chuckling behind me, I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, you're just so easy to wind up. I just flash a bit of skin and you turn bright red. You're hot when you're angry you know?"
"I'm not angry..."
"So why'd you grab my hand and storm off, dragging me behind?"
"You know why!" I snapped.
"Nope. Don't know what you mean." He smirked. I can't believe he was trying to get me to admit how much he turned me on.
"We're in public, on a tour! I'm not gonna get down on my knees and give you a blow job just because you get your muscles out!"
The words that came out shocked both me and Coach.
"Hold on.... you wanted to blow me?" He soon snapped to his senses.
"Really?" I scowled.
He ruffled my hair as he laughed and pushed me forward, his fingers found their way between mine as we walked along the cliff.
We caught back up with the tour guide and the rest of the group as he was telling us about the area and the stories it had produced.
We soon reached a part of the cliffs called, less artistically then other landmarks, Stone Bridge. The weather had battered the cliffs carving out a thin piece of rock work hovering perilously over the waves below. The tour guide assured us it was safe to walk over but my head spun and heart palpitated at the thought. I stood back, separated from the bridge by the large circular expanse where cliffs had previously been. I could hear the water crashing below us. Some of the braver members of the group made their way to the small natural bridge, posing for photos as they made their way across.
"Take my phone." Coach thrust his phone into my hand.
"Make sure you get a good photo of me." He smiled as he turned to walk away. My stomach sank as my mouth turned dry. My hand flew from my side without warning as it grabbed at Coach's wrist.
"Please. Don't go." The corner of my eyes began to well up. I don't care how safe the tour guide proclaimed it was, I didn't want to trust the small amount of rock with Coach's life.
"I'll be fine." He kissed me on the forehead as a sole tear ran down my cheek. He didn't notice as he turned to jog off towards the bridge, my hand clutched his phone as it trembled.
The closer he got to the bridge the worse I felt, I struggled against the urge to cry, I had to trust him.
