Practice the next day went smoothly, despite some doe eyes from Eylani. I had just gotten back to my office and was sitting down when I heard a knock at my door.
Curious to see who would be next, I looked up to see Brit walking in, an empty smile on her face. "Hey coach!" She said.
I sat back, and turned in my chair. "Hi Brit," I said, nodding at her. "What can I do for you?"
Brit was, to me, somewhat of a mystery. She wasn't very good at softball, and showed little desire to get better, but had somehow landed a scholarship for athletics. She didn't mind riding the bench, though, and occasionally playing right field, and the other girls seemed to enjoy her unfailingly positive attitude, so I didn't worry too much about it.
Frankly, the most exceptional thing about the woman was that she looked like a stereotypical bimbo: blonde, chest length hair, large breasts, and pink lip gloss she was constantly reapplying.
"Well," she said, "I've been having some muscle pain the past week or two. Michelle suggested you might be able to do something about it?"
I smiled, and stood, my cock hardening. "Yep! It's been a while, but I do have some training in sports medicine. I should be able to help you out."
"Yay!" She said, bouncing a little in excitement, her large tits jiggling under her uniform. "What should I do?"
I looked her up and down, pondering. "Well," I said, "what are your symptoms?"
She sighed. "I'm having a lot of tightness in my hamstrings," she complained. "I thought I just needed to work them out, but It just keeps getting worse. I'm worried I won't be able to play!"
I nodded. "Are you stretching before workouts?"
She nodded, and I frowned. "Can you show me what you usually do?"
She nodded again, and put her hands on her thighs, slowly running them down to her toes, until she was bent over double. "Hm," I said, walking around behind her. Her ass was fairly large and the position she was in put it on full display. "That looks okay,' I told her. "Do you mind if I touch the back of your leg to see if I can feel anything?"
"Of course not!" she said, and I knelt down, putting my hands on either side of her left thigh. I applied some slight pressure, then ran my hands up her leg, digging into her hammies with my thumb. I moved up and down a few times, then paused.
"Any pain?" She shook her head, loose hair bouncing around. "Hm," I said, and moved to the other leg. This time, I got a little more adventurous, moving my hands up high enough so that my thumbs brushed the underside of her butt, and the tops of my hands grazed her crotch (which I noted felt a little warm).
"Hm," I said again. "No pain there either?"
"No," she said, still doubled over.
"You can stand," I told her, and she straightened, brushing her ass against my turgid cock as she did so.
She turned to face me, and I looked into her face, eyes wide, lip gloss shimmering.
"I'm not feeling anything wrong," I told her. "But sometimes this sort of pain can be caused by an unsupportive or ill-fitting bra. Does that sound plausible?"
She raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth in shock. "Oh no! I'm not sure. Could you check?"
I nodded. "Of course."
She pulled off her shirt, her round, grapefruit tits encased in a full black bra fringed with lace. I spent a while staring at her cleavage, then frowned. "It looks okay, but it's not always obvious. I do have something I could try, but it involves me touching your breasts. Would that be alright?"
She nodded earnestly. "Of course."
"Alright," I said, "please turn around."
She did, and I stepped forward, resting my cock against her ass, and undoing her bra. I pulled it down her arms and set it aside, then reached around her body, gently cupping her breasts and slightly lifting them. She shifted her weight, and unconsciously pushed her ass back into my crotch as I held her large breasts in my hand. "How does that feel?" I asked, gently squeezing them for good measure, her tits heavy in my hands.
"Good," she said, a little unsteady.
"Good?" I asked, and she started a little.
"Oh, I mean the same."
I took the opportunity to fondle her tits a little more. "The pain's still there?" She nodded.
"Okay," I said, removing my hands, running my finger over her nipples as I did so. I stepped back, and Britt turned around, hands over her breasts.
"Should I put my shirt back on?" She asked.
I shook my head. "No, I think the next best thing to try here is massage." I went over to the stack of clean towels, and handed her one. "Hold this, please."
She reached out and grabbed it, shifting her other hand to cover both of her breasts, smudging them together, her nipples covered.
I went over to the closet, and grabbed my massage table. "Have you ever had a massage before?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Nope."
I nodded. "Okay, no problem. What I'm going to have you do is take off your pants, and lay down on the table for me. You can use that towel to cover your rear end."
I turned, and heard her unzip her pants, and wriggle out of them. There was a pause, and she broke in. "Should I take off my underwear too?"
"What kind is it?"
"Um," she said hesitantly, "it's a black thong. It's pretty small. It, um. It doesn't cover much."
"Can you be more descriptive?"
"Ummm," she continued, "it sort of sits between my ass cheeks. There's a little triangle of fabric over my... my vagina, and a thin strap that runs around my hips."
"Hmm," I said, pretending to think. "Do you mind if I take a look?"
"Um, sure," she said, and I turned around.
