{There is no real category for this one, so I stuck it in "Erotic Couplings". It's probably not, really.
Oh well, I wrote it just for fun anyway.}
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What?" Justin asked his coworker Jay.
"Muff Muncher, dude, you are dead in the water with that one!" He cackled like he had just cracked the world's greatest joke, then headed out to the islands to sell some gas.
Justin almost couldn't believe it. The lady UPS driver had walked in with some parcels for the shop. Justin signed for them, her blouse was open a bit and he could see one of the prettiest little titties he had ever seen in his life when she bent over the counter.
Her name was Karen, he knew that from the tag on her blouse, she was tall and lean and brown with perfect muscles.
It was easy to tell, she had on a short sleeve shirt and a pair of shorts, brown of course.
Justin loved muscular women, he learned that in his evening massage therapy classes he had been taking. He was going to those classes mostly because he could afford it with the government stipend for training, plus he had seen all the ads on TV about being "independent" and making big bucks.
Thinking that with just 6 clients a day at $60.00 a pop, that was $360.00 every day, hell, $1800.00 a week? 52 weeks in a year?
Man! He figured in just a few months he could buy the shiny red Corvette he had been drooling over, with that he could pick up women by the trainload!
The gas station paid him $8.00 an hour and he was dirty and smelled like gas all the damned time.
His fucking Toyota with the green right front fender just didn't seem to impress the ladies much.
Doing massages he would smell like Lavender and Almond oil.
Justin planned on being stinking rich and doing something that was fun at the same time, what a deal.
Karen was muscular, no doubt about that. Pretty in a long and lanky way, she had high cheekbones and a slender nose, not even a hint of makeup. There was something about her that made his dick head up with a mind of it's own. He even liked the way her hair was pulled back in a no nonsense pony tail, and her eyes that were startlingly green seemed to dig right into him like she knew exactly where his head was at.
As soon as she was gone he mentioned to Jay that he had just fallen in love.
Jay cackled like it was some kind of joke. That was when he made the crack about her being a "Muff Muncher."
Justin was thinking no way, that was probably one of the most female of females he had ever seen. She had let him look down her blouse at her tit, too. He even saw her nipple, surrounded by a strip of barely lighter skin, it was soft and pinkish brown, shaped like a Walnut shell with a tiny little tip.
Hell, that had to be deliberate, no way could she not have known?
He decided Jay was just fucking nuts, or jealous, or something. The little prick had to put down everyone, it seemed like.
The next day she was back, two more parcels. Justin went over and signed for them, giving her his biggest and best smile. She once again leaned on the counter, and once again one perfect little tittie hung there in space in plain view.
Now Justin was sure, she liked him and was teasing him.
No doubt about that at all now.
"Say, Karen? I was thinking, would you like to join me after work for a drink down at Tony's?" He asked.
Tony's was THE place to head after work with a female, it was where all the action locally was going on. To even talk at all people had to lean in real close to hear over the racket, that probably was part of the plan.
It was where he nearly always took a date, if he was hunting for a warm body for the night he normally headed for the Dew Drop Inn. It was quieter there and he could work his best lines on any talent that was available.
"No thank you." She said with a bright smile, and then she was gone.
Justin was crushed at that.
Jay overheard him ask, of course he had to make a deal out of it.
"Told ya, ya dumb fuck! That one eats pussy, no way in hell will you get within a mile of that stuff."
"She was flashing her boob at me?" Justin protested.
"That's because you are a guy, to her you are only part of the furniture!" He snorted, heading back out to wait on someone.
Justin grumbled but just went back to work.
He was thinking of Karen the next afternoon at his massage classes while he worked on Debbie, the overly soft mid 40's housewife that was looking for a second profession. Justin didn't think Debbie was ever going to make it though, her touch was so light when it was his turn on the table that it was almost like a tickle session. Just his luck to draw her for a practice partner more than half the time.
Either that or he drew the gay guy, Dirk. Just once he had gotten to work on Jean, she was blond and a fox and so nice and hard bodied. Working on her he had to really pay attention to keep his hands from drifting underneath the drape. He had even managed to get a peek at her pussy once, it was completely hairless. But when he had let the drape slip off of one of her boobs, saying "Oops!", she had reached down and yanked it back into place and glared at him.
Jean turned out to be a fucking bitch.
After class that day Sylvia, the instructor, had called him into the office and given him a 30 minute lecture on "proper" draping techniques.
Jean, it seemed, was a fucking squealer. Sure, he probably shouldn't have been sneaking a peek at her snatch, but it was kind of pretty.
Justin apologized, saying that was all just an accident, he still wasn't very good at draping and he would try to do better. He even took the little booklet she gave him home with him.
Of course he never bothered to read it.
He just threw that in the pile of other massage books he had never bothered to read.
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Debbie was on the big side, so much so that her boobs kept rolling out the side of the drape. Afraid of what Sylvia would say if she saw that, he kept yanking on the sheet and tucking it back in.
After he had tugged the damn sheet back into place for the umpteenth time, he was thinking maybe he should bring some rope to class and tie the fucking over sized things together.
"You need to relax, Justie. They are only breasts, we girls like them rubbed too." Debbie grinned at him.
Justin hated being called "Justie." Dirk, the skinny gay guy that was in his class always called him that, no amount of correcting had any effect at all. So of course that was starting to stick.
