This happened a couple of years ago, but several asked to hear more of Karen, so here it is.
Karen is a lady driver for UPS. She often came into my Son's store where I fill in from time to time in the shipping department.
What I noticed about her was the confident way she carried herself. The muscles in her legs rippled with strength, she would grab a 70 pound carton and handle it with ease.
This was not a beautiful woman, in the classic sense at all. She was tall, slender, her hair rolled back in a no-nonsense ponytail. Her breasts were almost non-existant, her features were a bit sharp. Her chin seemed to be a bit long for her face. She made up for all of that with her manner, and a smile that could light up an entire stadium! I liked the way she looked!
She knew it, too. She would bend over just right, giving me a glimpse down her brown uniform blouse, and it was also obvious she had no need for a bra. Several times I got quick glimpses of her tiny little nipples, she would just smile and tease me as she handled the work.
One day there was a fairly heavy load, and I went with her into the main store to get the cart we use to speed the process. I noticed she spotted the small stack of business cards I keep on the counter, advertising my massage therapy practice, and she picked one up.
She was surprised at the first appointment, she hadn't expected the therapist to be me, that simply hadn't registered on her.
The session was simply fine, and she obviously enjoyed it. In fact, she came back twice more, and both were similar. She enjoyed the intimate touch I provide, in fact, she seemed eager for it! What she had been shorted up top, she more than made up for down below. Her outer lips were fully visible, and extremely sensitive. Her orgasms were powerful things, easy to reach, and she was blessed with the capacity to come in what seemed almost unlimited numbers.
I remember a session where I watched her stomach muscles ripple in a small climax as I stood at the head of the table, stroking her face and earlobes!
But suddenly we had a different driver, a male, and nearly a year went by.
This really isn't abnormal, people come and go, I see them for an hour or two, then suddenly they are gone. I seldom get to know why, it can be anything from moving away to getting married to illness or just that they find another massuer. It happens, but sometimes I find myself thinking of a client and missing them.
It was a Thursday, my last day of the week, and I finished up my paperwork at the Massage Therapy School where I teach. All just normal stuff. I was about 15 minutes later than normal hitting the road for the 35 mile drive to the country home Lee and I own out in the hills Northwest of Portland.
I pulled into my driveway after the uneventful trip, and noticed a new little Volkswagen parked in the drive.
I put the Van I drive into the garage, and walked in the back way like always, and here on the couch sat Lee and Karen!
Lee hopped up and gave me the usual hug, and I got a glass of ice water and joined them, quite tickled to see Karen.
We engaged in the catching up conversation, Karen mentioned that she had been switched to a South Portland route, which was why she was suddenly just gone.
I assumed she was wanting another massage, the truth is I wasn't really in the mood, I had checked my bookings and I was clear, so I had been looking forward to a nice evening on the couch in front of the TV.
"Karen has a little fantasy!" Lee popped out. Lee has never been known to be anything but blunt and to the point, I am long since used to that.
I looked at Karen, who smiled slightly, and asked "And what might that be?"
Karen said that she wanted to give ME a massage, to return the favor. I thought about that for a minute, no favor needed, I do have a fee for my services, after all.
"Really?" was the best I could manage. It hit me that I could go for that, so I happily agreed.
In short order I was in and out of the shower, dried off and on the table with a towel draped over my fanny. There was a soft knock on the door, "Ready?" Karen asked. I almost busted out laughing, after all, that was my line...
Karen came in, slipped off her blouse revealing a tank top style T-shirt. I also noticed she had slipped off the blue jeans and had on a snug pair of shorts. It was pretty obvious that was it. No need for modesty, I had already seen her naked, and licked her to orgasm in at least three other sessions.
She found the oils, and started on my back. Her hands were a bit cool at first, and obviously amatuer. I have amatuer hands on me nearly every day at school as I give instructions to my students. I just lay there and enjoyed the sensations, her hands felt good, even if the touch was a little scattered.
It wasn't long before she was rubbing my legs and fanny, I felt her fingertips slip down and touch my balls so I opened my legs to allow her easier access. She took full advantage of that quickly, and I heard her breath begin to pick up a bit.
"Turn over!" she said, almost demanding. As I did, I saw her reach down and pull her tank top over her head, leaving her nude to the waist. I looked at her tiny breasts, the little dark nipples as hard as a rock, and no bigger than a pea, the slightly lighter circles around the tiny tips of her nipples fading into the rest of the flesh of her breasts.
The way the late evening light spread into the room through the trees cast patterns on her body. The soft almost below hearing level of the background music added to the mood. I drank in the sight, here stood a mature, eager, beautiful creature. Totally uninhibited, the entire scene was fantastic!
