Kate wasn't an attractive girl. She wasn't ugly, but you wouldn't describe her as plain, either. She didn't have a nice body, she didn't have nice legs. Her boobs were small but nice enough. She didn't do herself any favors by never putting on make-up or fixing her hair. She figured since she wasn't attractive, why bother.
She grew up in a small town in Vermont where everyone knew everyone. And everyone knew Kate wasn't good-looking. Growing up, her parents were not very affectionate. Had she known better, she would have realized it was because of her looks.
The few boys in town weren't interested in her. They didn't like her looks, and even when a boy would ask her out he wouldn't hold her hand while they were on a date. She let them touch her body and she liked it when they did, but usually the boys only wanted her to give them a hand job. She always did so, hoping one of them would like her. She was very good at giving hand jobs.
After college, she got a job in a large company that had offices around the country. She was sent to New Jersey, just a few miles from New York City. She went happily, hoping things would be different. Her parents didn't want her to go. They worried that she wouldn't have a social life, and they also worried that she would have one. They didn't know how good she was at giving hand jobs.
It was a big company. She met new people almost every day for the first year she was there. She was self-conscious about her looks, but no one seemed to be aware that she thought she wasn't good-looking. One of her new co-workers, Jeff, gave her a big hug to welcome her. The older men treated her nicely, sort of like a daughter. She started to like having people treat her nicely. She never thought that any of the older men were interested in her as a woman, but they were.
She had one co-worker, a young man named Andrew. He was tall, handsome, athletic. She was athletic. He played rugby. She played rugby. She asked if she could watch one of his games. While watching him play, she noticed he was rather, well she was embarrassed to think this. He was really well built and she was sure she saw his dick when he was tackled. It looked rather long. None of the boys at home had a dick long enough to be seen when they were in shorts. She decided she wanted to see more of his dick. After the game she invited him back to her apartment for a shower and dinner. He was happy to go. He was tired after the game and needed to eat and relax.
At her apartment she offered him a beer. He drank it and then showered. She had managed to forget to give him a towel. When he was finished, he called out to her for a towel. She got one and walked right in on him without knocking. She was very impressed. He was very embarrassed. She lost her train of thought when she saw his body. And his dick. It was the biggest thing she had ever seen. He blushed, grabbed the towel and covered himself. Then he escorted her out of the bathroom.