Lovely, Loveable Kate
By Ms. Pamela Lightener
She always tried to be a little early for her appointments with Lauren, not wanting to disrespect her or be rude. Lauren liked Kate as a client, as did all the staff at
Bodywise Bodycare
. A compact and muscular woman in her late 20s with peerless personal hygiene, she was always welcomed, and every technician was happy to serve her when she dropped by. But she preferred Lauren, a pleasant and pudgy brunette in her early 40s with a caring and comforting personality. She could relax with Lauren and never felt judged.
Kate supervised receiving at a local distribution center, and could wrestle the parcels, crates, and hand trucks as well as any of the men who worked under her. Never considered pretty or cute, even as a baby, she had eventually accepted her somewhat craggy, angular facial features. Her compensation was that she was spared the dermatological imperfections many of her classmates endured throughout high school. Great skin was one of her few true blessings. Broad shoulders and big thighs were not.
A bit of a gym rat, Kate developed what many thought of as a mannish body, and her fitness and strength made her a natural on the dock at work. Her superior intelligence eventually put her in charge, and the other guys mostly thought of her as one of them, which both pleased and bothered her. She kept her hair short and simple, and wore durable denim and work boot, like them.
Not one to be content only to watch others unload trailers and move product into the warehouse, Kate ended many work days with pains in her shoulders, lower back, and quads. Lately she had been awakened in the night by nasty cramps in her calves, so it was off to the spa today, her only indulgence.
The ever-cheerful Lexie greeted her from the reception desk. In her crop top and mid-thigh shorts, and with a charming multicolor pixie cut, her appearance fit her upbeat personality perfectly. Kate smiled pleasantly and perked up a little seeing the girl.
"Hi, Kate! Lauren's all ready for you in #4. It's so nice to see you again!"
"Hi, Lexie. Great. I really need some relief. I think I moved everything from one side of the building to the other and back today."
"Aw, you poor thing," Lexie sympathized, frowning. "Lauren is guaranteed to fix you right up. Right this way, sweetie."
What Kate longed for even more than relief from physical discomfort was a human touch on her body. For a muscular girl no one had ever referred to as attractive, she had become accustomed to being without that nurturing touch, and also accustomed to the subsequent emptiness in her life as well. So she rationalized the costs of massage appointments by insisting to herself they were therapeutic and necessary because of her work. That was true, but it wasn't the whole truth.
The cute girl led the sweaty woman down the hall to the main treatment room, with it's own stall shower and even a bathtub. Kate had wondered what treatment could be involved there, but never had the courage to ask. She was momentarily distracted by Lexie's 19-year-old bottom bouncing behind the thin fabric, but turned her eyes away so as not to be caught ogling and make things weird.
Being "one of the guys" was probably not going to get her another one of the guys, or a girl, and so most of her sexual life was in solitude at home, and Lexie's bottom would probably be an inspiration for her self pleasure tonight.
The door was open, so they both entered, and Lauren greeted Kate with a warm smile.
"That look on your face tells me you've had quite a day, hon. But you're in my hands now, so I will make sure you feel a lot better when you leave. Let's get you cleaned up first."
Lauren turned to Lexie and called her over to a small desk in the corner, and went over the schedule for the next few days. Kate couldn't hear what they were saying, but Lexi was nodding as Lauren talked. Kate sat in a straight-back chair and took her time taking off her shoes and socks, wondering when the women would leave and let her undress and shower. After a minute they were still engaged in their conversation. Kate wondered why she was reluctant to undress with them in the room when they were all girls after all. Kate showered with other women at the gym several times a week, but maybe it was different when you were the only one naked, she thought.
Both women were facing away and not paying any attention to her, and so she quickly shed her work clothes and closed the frosted shower door behind her. The warm water felt wonderful, and the rich, lavender soap was applied generously all over her body. Fully rinsed, Kate remained under the needle spray for another minute, stalling, until Lauren called to her from just on the other side of the door.
"We're going to step out while you dry off, and then get on the table face up. I'll do your quads first."
"OK," replied Kate. She heard the door close and then got out of the shower, dripping wet. Finally, dry and smelling lovely, Kate lay on the massage table with her head on a pillow, and a sheet pulled up over her from the neck down. The nipples on her small breasts were prominent but there was nothing to be done about that. She breathed deeply and evenly, and enjoyed the rest and peace. A lilting reggae instrumental played through the overhead speaker.
Her body was tingling from the shower and her imagination drifted to a new hire, Ramiro, one of the guys who worked for her on the receiving dock. Tall and muscular, with prominent strong facial features and bronze skin tones, Kate would sneak looks at him throughout the working day. His t-shirt fit snugly and his jeans were tight enough so that Kate often stole glances at his impressive package.
Lifting heavy loads, his biceps and triceps bulged, and his narrow hips excited her. More than once had she lain back in her own bed at night, her own impressive leg muscles on full display, spread wide, imagining the big man pounding her pussy without mercy. Fingers punishing her clit, Kate would build to a massive, explosive climax. Then, aware of the thin walls and nosy neighbors, she would turn over, ass in the air and face buried in her pillow. Her sex slippery and glistening, her right hand would work hard as she moaned into the pillow, begging for Ramiro to let her come, as she saw in her mind's eye his thick, hard cock repeatedly slamming into her. Even with her cries muffled she could never be sure that she wasn't putting on a show for the teenage boy whose bedroom abutted hers. The daydream went on as she waited for Lauren to return.
Minutes later, Lauren came in and said, "all ready?"
If you mean, am I soaking wet and fantasizing about being railed by a bronze god, then yes, I am very ready.
"Uh...all set."
