*** Please read the short exert below before undertaking an erotic adventure! ***
Jami is not really a super hero, I just wanted to convey her extremely powerful, strapping muscular attributes with the likeness or Wonder Woman or maybe the She-Hulk so I did it with an artistic flare.
She's the best damn beach resort spa masseuse that we've come across so far! Thats's for sure! And Jami definitely does share an uncanny likeness to maybe the character "She-Hulk", or "Wonder Woman"! She's extremely attractive & so damn sexy too, & although her hands are ridiculously big & strong, she knows how to press her clients bodies with gentle, pleasurable force as she works through her clients bodies until they're feeling so good, so loose while enjoying the sensually pleasurable & seductive pampering Jami happily applies, performing for our sexual pleasures using her every muscle with seemingly effortless handy-work as she grins with excitement of her own listening to the groans of pure ecstasy for over an hour on the public beach & under the umbrella, as we are always unaware of how loud we can be throughout an entire session & honestly not really giving a fuck either way.
Her skills make it all look so easy, almost effortless. Her hands & fingers are brawny looking, especially for a girl, or anyone for that matter! Big, stoutly hands move my body any which way, often clutching me gently so she can hold me in place or lift me up and carry me to the water with her solidly muscular arms easily lift me right up of my feet quickly & she carries me from the beach tent and into the warm salt water for more therapy without any noticeable strain whatsoever as her hands feel good and secure, firmly gripping me solidly, one under my butt & the other holding me upright from behind my back & waist as she proudly shows off her incredible strength to everyone at the beach, strutting and skipping as I enjoy being pampered to the point of an absolute hedonist of the highest degree, sticking out my legs and wiggling my toes in front of her lips expecting her to rub my feet and suck on my toes while I enjoy being carried & not having the drudgery of being responsible for the strenuous task of having to walk myself in the hot, dangerously jagged sand full of broken glass bear bottles & sharp ended seashells littering the entire area like and mines set by an enemy force determined to damage my soft, gorgeously delicate feet after having them rubbed with lotion so I could have nice, delicate feeling skin so its easier to get someone to rub, suck, and generally pamper them for me with their hands and mouth.
She's Not Really a Super Hero But she's pretty damn close!
Chapter 1: "Pisssttt ... I Think She's Getting Turned On By Our Lust For Pleasurable Decadence."
The Girls & Sir Pretty Paul Agree to Try Out a New Beach Massage & Pamper Spa that came Highly Recommended from Racheal, a Bi-Sexual Friend that's totally into Big, Solid, Stoutly Bodies with Serious Muscular Bulk, Whether it be Girls or Guys. (She Randomly Meets at Her Local Cross-fit Training Gym)
"Beach Bodies - Massage & Pamper Spa, I think we should pull in here," Paul unnecessarily directs Dee on where to park her car as he sometimes plays the role of the only man in a group of girls en route to a girly spa day, which he is genuinely enthused about as much (or maybe even more) than the girls. All three friends have been gearing up for something new at the beach & some fun & relaxation in the form of a nice, lazy day laying out and being rubbed down sounds like heaven for an afternoon.
"A pleasurable, gentle massage is what I need, not like that rough, uncomfortable session we had last week! She didn't know what she was doing!" Dee blurted out load to her self. "My neck still hurts little, it's not cool!"
"Well, let's try and get a drink or two before our session starts. I need a strong one," Paul strongly declared. "I've still got a little bowl of weed as well if y'all want some beforehand,"
"Duh, like uh ... can we like ... smoke it in the car before we go to the bar," Kassie halfway asked, already knowing what the answer to her question was.
The three went back into the car and Paul packed two bowls of some decent weed. They quickly huffed the weed down & all became uncomfortable in the hot car, itching to get out and be done with it.
They slammed down a few shots & hurriedly made they way into the beach spa just in time to see Jami, a giant of a woman & even more bulky with ripped muscles than she was tall, which is saying something as she is 6' 2" & towered over the three friends, including Paul who was 5' 11" & not short himself.
She was much wider, for lack of a more flattering term, then was Paul, who was really thin & felt little & delicate with her nearby.
"Why hello there, y'all! Mmm, you guys are really cute! That's good for y'all since I really get intense with attractive clients & the massage is so much more fun for the both of us, unlike when an ugly, balding fat gross guy books a session!" She had a huge smile on her face & couldn't stop making intense eye-contact with Paul as she gently, softly clinched his delicate hand as if she didn't want to accidentally hurt him by a normal handshake. Maybe she's just being nice Paul thought to himself. In all honesty she has thick, heavy hands and she certainly could hurt him by accident, maybe gripping it too hard and in the wrong way.
"Ohh, you take care of your hands, so soft and ... delicate, to the touch I mean," Jami tried to stop herself, not knowing if Paul would be put off by this treatment even though she really did mean it as a complement ... It was already too late anyway. The cat was out of the bag.