When I first saw Karyn, there was only one thing I was sure of...
There wasn't going to be anything between the two of us. Not that there should have been, because after all, Karyn Miller wasn't coming to my house for my personal amusement. She was a Home Health Aide, assigned to visit me four times a week as I recovered from back surgery, and the first day we spent together was a little bit testy.
She arrived with a cellphone plastered to her ear, which drove me crazy from the start, and after she continued to yak away and treat me as an afterthought for as long as I could stand, I finally said something.
I've never been known as a wallflower, preferring to just say what was on my mind, and while I never did it in a malicious way, I usually made my point. Whatever I said seemed to make an impression, because that was the last time the phone made more than the briefest appearance.
I think Karyn respected my honesty, in part because she might have been a lot like me in some ways. Her manner was a bit blunt too, and was not shy in the least. That went with her appearance, which was - let's just say she was not going to be mistaken for the fairy princess.
Karyn's looks seemed to scream out that she was a lesbian. The first time she visited my place, she was wearing a red flannel shirt and blue jeans. That was fine by me, but it was about as feminine as she would ever look.
Her mannish clothing matched her features, which further underlined her lack of interest in trying to be any traditional type of woman. Her facial features were very severe looking, with no make-up, and her jet black hair cut very short and combed back.
Her body seemed to be more suited for a football uniform as well, although it was tough to be sure under that flannel shirt which made her seem rather shapeless. She definitely had broad shoulders and a great deal of strength as well, as she showed when helping me move around. At about four inches shorter than my six foot height, I was certain that she could handle herself in the ring, even before she told me that she boxed as a hobby.
"Weightlifting too," Karyn added when I commented on her strength in a complimentary way, resisting the urge to say something along the lines about her being able to toss me out the window if I got fresh.
I couldn't imagine any guys coming on to her like that, because she wasn't very attractive, at least not in the traditional manner. Then again, I'm not a guy that gets every excited over what most other guys do. I like a woman a little rough around the edges; ones that don't follow the latest fashion trends or race to the waxing salon every other day.
That sure described Karyn, but I had no delusions about anything happening between us. She was there to do a job, and besides, as she pointed out early in our getting to know each other, she had a girlfriend.
Karyn looked at me for my reaction to that, but I remained stone-faced. It would have been hard to be surprised at that, although it did trigger some fantasies in me. I imagined mostly what Karyn would like naked.
I do that to almost every woman I see. I find all women interesting looking in one way or another, so my fantasizing wasn't anything special in this case. I suspected that Karyn would likely have an abundance of body hair, basing that on her bushy eyebrows and the faint swirl of down around the front of her ears, and while I knew that there wasn't any way I was going to ever find out, it was fun to use my imagination as we interacted.
Little did I know...
I was going to find out the answer to my rhetorical wondering. Karyn had offered to help me take a bath, and while I initially turned her down like I had before, her ribbing got the best of me.
"Promise I won't look at your goodies if that's what you're afraid of," Karyn said with a wry grin, a product of our relationship becoming much more friendly after the rocky start. "I know some guys are shy like that."
"I suppose I could use the bath and your help," I said, and let her bring me into the bathroom.
Karyn helped me off with my pajama top before turning on the water. I managed to unsnap the clasp on my pajama bottoms and let them slide to my ankles, and Karyn helped me step out of them before setting up the chair in the tub.
"Thought you promised not to look," I reminded her after catching her take a second look at my crotch.
"Busted," she said with a laugh, and after checking the temperature of the running water Karyn began to unbutton her flannel shirt.
"Don't worry," Karyn said when she saw my eyes widen as her fingers flew down the row of buttons. "I've got a t-shirt on underneath. Don't want to give you nausea or a heart attack on top of your back problem."
Karyn was being self-depreciating, but when she pulled that flannel shirt off and went back to adjusting the temperature of the water, I realized that she didn't know much about me at all. Judging by the way my cock was stiffening, she would soon enough.
Karyn was wearing a white t-shirt - one of those wife beater tank-tops - and although I'm sure she didn't wear it to intentionally excite me, the sight of her impressive physique did just that to me.
From behind, Karyn's neck and shoulders were incredibly broad and muscular, and I could see part of a large flaming red tattoo of a dragon of some kind that peeked out at the neck and arm holes of the shirt.
There was a black tattoo around her right bicep, a thick chain that completely circled a bicep that was bigger than mine, and when my eyes drifted near that area of Karyn's body I knew that any hopes of not having a full-blown erection in seconds were gone.