Tom was very glad to have landed the new job as the athletic trainer for the women's sports department at the local university. He was also rather surprised that he got it considering he would be working with all of the college women athletes and he was sure that some female athletic trainers had applied. He also knew that his old boss from the local High School had given him rave reviews. She was skeptical hiring him as well, but she was desperate, and he was available and very well qualified. Tom had been the top of his class when he graduated college and came highly recommended by his teachers.
It didn't take but about 3 weeks before Sheila, the head Women's athletic trainer for the school district to realized she found a prize in Tom. Even though he was a young 23 years old, he displayed a very professional work ethic and she came to feel comfortable with him being hands on with the young high school women athletes. At times he had to work out cramps and stretch muscles with them and he never displayed any lude or disrespectful actions. Some of the little tarts would try to seduce him when they didn't think she was looking, and he simply brushed them off but tended to business in a respectful way. She was not thrilled to see Tom seeking a better position at the university, but she understood and was proud to be a part of molding him in his young career. She knew he would do well no matter where he went. After 2 years working with him, she had come to rely on Tom heavily to tend to the girls. Especially in pregame wrapping and post-game therapy and injury treatments. Always the professional, and the girls loved him as well.
Tom wasn't exactly a hunk or even all that handsome. He was just an average guy, six-foot-tall, average build, light brown hair that was already thinning a little. Sheila always thought he had the kindest eyes she had ever seen on a guy and the girls all saw the compassion in them when they were hurting and needed his help. He would be sorely missed and hard to replace at the High School the next year.
The Women's Athletic Director at the university was Dr. Sasha Blue. She was a no-nonsense kind of gal and expected nothing but the best from her staff. At staff orientation in late July, she introduced Tom to the coaching staff and made it very clear that there would be no shenanigans with the new male hire. She didn't really expect any problems because he wasn't really a hottie or even overly outgoing. She did however know a few of her female coaches as fun time girls. Better to nip any trouble in the bud to start with. Tom would be spending long hours working with all of these women and he hoped that they could all work together professionally and that they would respect him as a valued part of the team.
It wasn't hard for him to slide right into his job and all the ladies seemed to be willing to help him out with where things were and who to go to for different supplies and of course, what forms and other paperwork that had to be done so that all the bases were covered and the school was not held liable for stupid things some parents wanted to throw at them.
At first, Tom felt a little left out of the social circle of the coaching staff because the ladies would knock off after a long day of planning and strategizing and head to a club for their after work destress sessions. But after about a month, the week before preseason workouts started, the head volleyball coach asked Tom if he would like to join them and he jumped at the chance, he hoped not too obviously overjoyed at the chance to rub elbows with the coaching staff.
There were 8 of them all together. Only 3 of them worked the Volleyball team but the others were busy with their own sports and preparations as well. The Head volleyball coach was Janet Rose. She was a 40 something blond that looked like an amazon. She stood a good six feet tall and was slim but well proportioned. Her athletic build made even her normal sweats attire look sexy. Tom enjoyed the opportunities to watch her move but he knew she was very off limits and way out of his league, not to mention she was married and almost twice his age at 24 now.
The other two team coaches were not as hot as Coach Rose, but they were easy on his eyes as well. Coach Peggy Jones was a petite red head who also coached gymnastics. Her build was a true gymnast body and while not overly curvy, very pleasant to observe, especially when she was doing a gymnastic routine. The other coach was Sarah Smoke. Sarah looked more like a basketball player at about 5'11" and slender build. It was no surprise that she had 3 children as her breast had to be at least DD's on her slender build. Definitely a bit out of proportion and probably a nuisance to her on the basketball and volleyball courts. Tom rather enjoyed the banter at the club as they sat around the table swapping stories and he even enjoyed the slight teasing he was getting, being the only guy around. They swore him to secrecy and threatened his manhood if he ever shared any of their private gossip.
The first day of preseason workouts started bright and early Monday morning at 7 A.M. Tom was there on the bench facing the court while all the girls streamed in behind him. He didn't turn and look at them yet, but he could hear some of their voices as they were inquiring amongst themselves who the new guy on the bench was. He just smiled as he listened to all of their different speculations. He was dressed in his typical track sweatpants and basic team Tee. He was a bit surprised to hear some of them comment that he was cute but he ignored that because he knew where he stood in the looks department.
Tom was no stranger to the opposite sex. During his training in college he had to go through all of the different sports, both guys and gals, wrapping ankles and wrists, soothing cramps and muscle spasms, and helping with therapy and stretching when needed. He had had his hands on some very hot bodies while he was going through his training and had seen a lot of girls in not much more than panties and sports bra. He was no stranger to what that did to his body either.
He left the gym many times with a super boner and his girlfriend of 3 years helped him take care of that until about mid term before graduation. She informed him that she was going to London for her PHD studies and that while he was a sweet guy and fun in bed, he wasn't what she was looking for long term. They had experimented with a lot of different sexual positions and he had become a very astute student of the female anatomy thanks to his girlfriend June. But she was no longer around to help with that relief and so he was left to take things into his own hands and that sufficed so far.
Tom had dated one of the English teachers at the High School but after about 10 months she told him she didn't think they had what it took to be a lasting relationship. He had dated a few other ladies, but nothing felt right so he didn't pursue those. He had hoped to find a nice lady to build a life with at the university but to be honest, many ladies had an issue with his job. What kind of guy has his hands all over young female athlete bodies all day and doesn't act on it? That was the usual complaint that he got. It was simple jealousy on their part. Tom was a gentleman and astute professional, but they just couldn't believe that.
As Coach Rose stood before all the Volleyball girls, she went over the basic rules of the team. This of course stated that they would behave themselves and be good role models and stay out of trouble and most of all follow the coach's instructions at all times. After her rules speech she introduced Tom.
"Ladies!" she said, "We have a new member of the staff this year and he will be a huge asset to the women's teams. Mr. Tom Green. Mr. Green will be our dedicated athletic trainer. If you have any injuries or need joints wrapped or have need of minor therapy, Mr. Green is your man. However, you will NOT be discourteous to him just because he is a man among all of us ladies. Mr. Green is a professional and as such you will treat him with the respect he deserves. I know some of you girls like to tease the boys. Some of you flaunt what you got and outside these walls you can be your own person. However, in my gym and on my teams you will act accordingly."
During her speech several of the girls were making faces and giggling, obviously the ones she was referring to. As I looked around, I saw a wide array of different body types and different looks. Even in uniform gym clothes these girls showed their own personalities.
"Mr. Green" the coach stated, "Do you have any words of wisdom you would share with our athletes at this time?" I shook my head and stated that yes, I did. "Ladies I want to assure you that I will do my very best to help you stay safe and healthy. If you have any medical needs don't hesitate to seek me out and please speak freely. I am no stranger to lady athletes and nothing you tell me will shock me. Since however I am a man, I won't be walking into your locker room when you are in it so it is imperative that you seek me out in the athletic training office."
With my little speech done, I returned to my place on the bench. The girls were soon separated into squads and the work began. The very first thing was a half dozen girls came to me and said they needed their ankles taped up before they could do all the running and jumping exercises the coaches were about to put them through. As quickly as possible I stepped out of the gym just across the hall and opened my office. There were several chairs and 3 bench/beds to do my work. It took me about 5 minutes with each girl to get them taped up and ready to go and they all commented on how good it felt when they stood on the floor. I told them they would need to show up early for practices to get this done as the coaches didn't want to wait on them from now on.
There was no problem doing my job but the tight black spanks the volleyball girls wore left little to the imagination. Well-toned long legs leading up into the micro small spandex shorts that were skintight had the usual adverse effect on me. I had a nice boner that was pretty well concealed in my sweats. I spent the next half hour at my desk reading over emails and doing paperwork to get my mind off the fresh tight hard bodies I had just been handling.
About 30 minutes into the practice I had two girls help a pixy sized girl into the office and up onto one or the worktables. She wasn't sure if she hurt her knee or if it was just muscle cramps. The other two girls hung around until I shooed them back to practice. The little pixy was named Sonya. She was obviously of Hispanic decent as her skin was a beautiful golden brown, her hair was long and dark, held in a long braid down her back. Her deep brown eyes drew me in as she was almost in tears. I quickly jumped into action and began to examine her knee. After a few minutes of gently bending and stretching her knee I realized it was more of a muscle problem. Most girls slacked off during the summer months and this could be the result.
I worked my warm hands along Sonya's inner thigh and ham string. I had her turn on her stomach and continued to massage the stressed muscles of her thigh. I couldn't help but notice her exquisite little bubble butt, the way it stretched the spandex and was so deliciously tempting to just take a bite of. I knew I would need some relief soon or I was going to make a mess in my sweats. Not how I want my first day to go. I soon had Sonya feeling better and sent her back with instructions to keep hydrated and do a better job of stretching before afternoon practice. I also told her to come and check in with me before tomorrows practice so I could see if she was in condition to practice. I would at least get another look at her sexy little butt and get my hands on her lovely quads and hamstring.
I took the opportunity to slip into the in suite and find some quick relief before anyone else showed up. I felt much better. Shortly after that, practice was over for the morning. The girls would be back after lunch and a rest time for evening practice again. Two-a-days were pretty tough on them, but they needed it to get back into shape.
The coaches stopped by and enquired how Sonya was doing and if she was able to continue practice. I informed them she was just in need of hydration and conditioning as it was just bad leg cramps. They invited me into the coaching office for lunch and I was happy to join them. Coach Jones enjoyed teasing me about how I must enjoy my hands-on job with those tight body athletes and while it was harmless teasing, I still blushed like a virgin on prom night.
They had no idea how it really affected me, or did they? Peggy stripped off her sweats and sat all relaxed in her little gym shorts and tight tank top that said Coach on the back. Was she teasing me or was she just being her normal self and feeling comfortable around me? I wasn't sure but it did catch my attention for sure.
I took longer eating my sandwich than I should have as I would sneak peeks of her well-toned short legs disappearing into those tight little shorts. Man, she was a hottie. Too bad she was out of my league. I learned she had a boyfriend and of course he was some jock and probably made two of me. It still didn't keep me from enjoying the view. No harm looking, I say. I was thankful I had an opportunity to take care of my "job stress" earlier so my sweats didn't stand like a tent in front of my colleges.
Before the afternoon practice, the tape up girls showed up on time and I was able to get them out and ready in plenty of time. They seemed grateful for what I was doing for them. It's nice to be appreciated, especially by a bunch of beautiful young ladies. My job had a few nice perks I suppose. I did know however that those girls were definitely Off Limits for me. Not that any of them would be interested any way. I was a good 5 years older and not one of their handsome jocks that most of them went for. I was more the nerdy quiet guy they were usually mean to and played pranks on. At least that is how it was in my student days. I suppose as a staff member most of the girls would heed Coach Rose's warning and play nice. Some of these girls would end up needing me to be nice to them so they best play by the rules.
Practice went well and I didn't have any more injuries to tend to so my clean up went pretty fast after practice. Sonya did check in with me and told me she was feeling better. Just before I was about to close the office, one of the senior captains stepped into the door and asked if I had a moment. Racheal Rivers, a buxom brunet with a strong athletic build and beautiful curves in all the right places. I had noticed her at the meeting earlier today and tried not to stare. She sat down in a chair and told me she needed some advice. I pulled up another chair and sat across from her about a foot away and asked her what was up.
She proceeded to detail an injury at the end of season last year that kept her out of the playoff game and subsequently benched her from track that spring. I assumed she was a speed sprinter from those amazing thighs she was showing so much of in those spanks. I asked her to tell me more and she went into detail how she had torn a ligament in her knee and had also sprained her hip in the process. She told me that her therapist had released her to return to full activity, but she was feeling some tinges of almost pain, or something, in her thigh and her hip.
After we talked a bit more, I told her some stretches to do each day and we talked hydration and the usual stuff to keep her healthy. She thanked me and proceeded to leave. As she stepped through the door, she stuck her head back in. I couldn't help but notice her amazing breasts as she leaned her head back in and my breath caught in my throat.
She asked if I could help her with some therapy if she needed it and I reassured her I could, all the while I couldn't bring my eyes up from her nipple poking straight up through her sports bra. She flashed me an amazing smile and disappeared through the door. I hoped she didn't realize I was ogling her fantastic rack as she talked but I figured she didn't give it a second thought. I am sure she was used to guys drooling over her body all the time.
At the beginning of practice the next day, Sonya popped back in and said her thigh was bothering her again when she was stretching, so I had her hop back up on the bench and gave her a strong deep tissue massage. My hands worked from her knee up to just below the hem of her shorts, which were tiny millimeters from her sweet little honey pot. I would swear I heard her moan as I was working my thumbs along her upper thigh. My thumbs pressed on the Gracilis and Sartorius muscles and she flinched at the tightness. She definitely needed to stretch these better or she would be on the injured list in no time.
I finished and then showed her some specific stretches she could do to help those muscles. As she attempted them on the worktable her legs spread wide and stretched the thin material of her spanks and I swear I could see her labia lips imprinted on them. I wondered is she was even wearing panties. I was pretty sure I could smell her girl juices as well but ignored it being the professional I was. I was wearing a slight grin on my face knowing she was getting turned on by my handy work. I sent her off and filed my reports before heading into the gym to watch. I never tired of watching sweet young well-built girls jumping and running and stretching their bodies in a very natural way. I was in the right place as far as I was concerned.
So, the week proceeded, several other girls stopped in for this and that, and I treated each one with professional care and other than some up close ogling of their sweet tight bodies, nothing stood out. It was business as usual. Coach Jones still kept up the tease about me "Handling" all the pretty girls, but she was just yanking my chain.
As school started, the girls got used to me being around and most of them seemed to accept that I was just another faculty member and ignored my presence unless they needed me. This gave me opportunities to see more and hear more than most any other guy they knew. I was privy to most of their conversations about guys they were dating, who they were screwing and who was doing what with whom. That wasn't a big deal, but I did get my ears full at times. I soon found who the players were and who the good girls were.
I was a bit surprised to find that the buxom beauty Rachel Rivers fit into that good girl category. She wasn't dating anyone, and she didn't hang with the wild party girls either. I was intrigued to find she was the implicit image of the "girl next door" and hoped to get to know her better, strictly as a professional mind you.
I didn't have to wait long for that to happen because as of the end of the first week of school, just after the first scrimmage she slid back into my office and informed me she was feeling her old injuries and asked if I could help her to keep from relapsing and being knocked out of the picture her Senior Year. I was more than happy to accommodate her, and we began to discuss things she had done in the past and I had a few ideas of my own.
One of the things we decided to try was the ice bath. She said her hip was hurting her and that was even making her knee feel weak as she had begun to give in to it. The ice bath was a stainless metal tub that had a built-in seat and water with jacuzzi type jets that could be used if desired. This is a therapy that only the really dedicated athlete is willing to use as it's damn cold and before you are done your teeth are chattering and you are shivering. It is very effective however and Rachael was willing to endure it to stay in the game.
We agreed to start her therapy that evening as she was hurting already. I told her to go and change out of her game clothes and come back into the office when she was finished. She evidently decided to shower before she came back in as her beautiful long hair was up in a towel. She was in her practice spanks and a very sexy Victoria's Secret sports bra. I did a double take when she walked in without a shirt of any kind on, but I said nothing as it wasn't the first time that girls had come in dressed the same before or after a game. I couldn't blame her for not wearing a shirt as it seemed to make the ice bath colder for some reason. Most guys wore only a jock strap in it when I had worked with the men's sports teams.
Rachael stepped up on the step and said "Oh Crap!" as she almost tilted off into the floor. I was close by and grabbed her hand and placed the other hand in the small of her back to support her as she regained her balance. My hand felt like it was zapped as I came in contact with her skin, but I didn't retreat. She gave a nervous giggle and said thanks as she stretched a long leg over the edge of the tub and stood on the seat. She gave a slight squeal as her foot entered the cold bath water but didn't back down. I assisted as she lifted the other leg in and stood on the seat, ankle deep in ice water. She let out a strong "Burr" and a shiver before she proceeded to bend and grab the sides of the tub before stepping into the lower part of the tub.
I couldn't help but notice the magnificent cleavage as she bent and OMG the way those spanks stretched over her superb butt made me almost drool on the spot. I could feel Mr. Happy standing up to take notice. I hoped she would finish getting in quickly before she noticed my state of excitement. I encouraged her on and she finally took the step into the deep part, now to just manage sitting down. When she was finally seated, the water level was just above the waist of her tight spandex shorts. She was noisily breathing in and out to start with but soon calmed down a bit as her body adjusted. I only allowed her to be in it for 5 minutes to begin with but would work our way up to 15 in the near future.
As she stood on shaky legs the ice-cold water droplets ran down her upper thighs from her shorts. She quickly managed to turn and step up on the seat. As she stretched her foot up to the seat, the wet, skintight spanks clung to her lady parts and it was a beautiful sight to see. She quickly finished standing on shaky legs. With a sigh and a shiver, she commented how much better the warm air felt. I assisted her in stepping down out of the bath and finally to the floor. I wrapped a nice warm towel around her, and she smiled big and said thank you as she scurried off to the locker room to peel off her wet shorts and get warm.
She popped back in only a few minutes later and sat down for a moment before she spoke. I couldn't help staring at her amazing body in her sweatpants and sport bra, she was a vision of beauty. Her nipples were trying to push holes in that bra as well. She finally looked up at me and I quickly averted my eyes up to hers. She said, "That water was so damn cold, but I think maybe it helped. My hip isn't hurting now." I told her we could do the same tomorrow if she wanted and she agreed. Since it was Saturday, they didn't have a formal practice, so we set a time for her to come in.
I didn't have to keep office hours on Saturday, but I spent most of them there anyway. It wasn't uncommon for the athletes to be in practicing individually or in small groups, so it was safer for me to be around. It was also a time when I got to know the girls better. They would often drop in just to talk before or after they were practicing. Rachael said she would be in around 4 P.M and it was getting close to that now. Most everyone was already gone when she got there.
Instead of going into the locker room to change, she just peeled off her hoodie and sweatpants and shoes right there. I couldn't even turn my head and look away as I knew I should, she was so damn beautiful. She had on a white pair of spanks today with a matching sport bra. This bra wasn't as heavy duty as yesterdays, and I could already see the slight bulge of her nipples before she even got in the water.
If I didn't know different, I'd think she was trying to torment me. But from what I had heard, Rachael Rivers wasn't that kind of girl. She made sure I had another big fluffy towel ready for her when she got out before she started to step in once again. I informed her we would try a minute longer today and she just groaned but stepped on up and put her foot in the ice water once again. It was hard not to glue my eyes to her perfect ass as she descended into the frigid waters. I stood a bit behind her as she did, so she didn't notice my looking.
Today she was a bit chattier and we talked about her classes. I found out she was an education major and that she wanted to teach math and coach. I was a bit shocked at her revelation and though to myself, I would have never learned math if she had been my teacher because I would have always been having a wet daydream about my teacher. I shook my head and returned to the conversation. She was an only child and her father had died of cancer 2 years back.
By then it was time to get her out and as I said time's up, she hopped up quickly out of the water. I couldn't help noticing her nipples were sticking through her bra almost a half inch as she crossed her arms over them shivering. I offered a hand and got an eye full as she accepted and stepped out of the tub. I also couldn't help noticing her white spanks were near transparent and I could easily see a dark tiny tuft on her mons and the perfect curve of her labia as she stretched stepping out. My cock did a sudden salute as she wrapped in the towel. She dripped and shivered there a few moments before she slid over to a chair. She sat and warmed herself a few moments before she started to get dressed.
To my total surprise, she stood and faced away from me, with delicate precision, she reached in under the towel and with one hand, peeled the wet shorts from her body. They were but a tiny scrap of wet spandex on the floor of my office until she bent and picked them up. After some movement to dry herself a bit she reached over and slipped on her sweatpants once again, then lifted the towel over her shoulders and sat once again to put on her trainers. I just sat there slack jawed at the event I just witnessed. There were obviously no panties under the shorts which meant, she was commando now. That thought sent a serge to my already excited cock. Fortunately, I was seated behind my desk, so she didn't notice.
We sat and talked about her condition and the next week. She had mentioned that one of the therapists did some deep tissue massage last year and she felt that helped her a lot. I told her I could do it if she wanted and she agreed. The thought of rubbing and squeezing those gorgeous gams rather excited me but I kept a straight face and thanked my lucky stars.
The next week went as usual. I don't know if the girls had seen Rachael in my office in her sports bra or what, but more and more of them started showing up that way, claiming it was so hot after practice or their shirts stank from perspiration. Of course, I never complained and played along as it was perfectly natural and normal.
I am sure the coaches noticed, in fact Patty made comment about it after work on Tuesday when we went to the sports bar as a group, but she was just pulling my chain as usual. She also commented that more and more girls seemed to be having minor injuries and visiting my office these days. Then she asked if I was giving them some good pain pills or maybe some other form of stress relief? I cracked up as did the others, but then I abruptly stopped laughing when she said maybe she should come check out my "treatment" if it was so dang good. She could think of a pain or two she could use some help with.
I swallowed hard, then as she began to crack a smile, I realized she was just gigging me more and bust out laughing again. Truth be told, I'd love to give coach Peggy Jones some exquisite pain relief. I have excellent trained hands, as well as some other body parts that could bring her so much pleasure, she would forget about any pains she had. Not likely that would ever happen though, as I said, she was way out of my league. Not to mention she had a Neanderthal boyfriend.
That week I did my first massage on Rachael. She was very appreciative afterward and said her leg and hip felt normal again. I was pleased with my work and told her any time. We did the ice bath twice that week as well after practice and then after the game on Friday. She didn't get changed in my office those times to my great disappointment. I did however get greeted by those magnificent headlights each time.
Sonya was a frequent flyer in my office, and I felt it was not all needed; however, I treated her each time she came in. It was always the same thing; her upper thigh and knee felt a little shaky. The last time I did a deep tissue massage on her thigh I'm almost certain she had an orgasm, but I wasn't for sure. It would be so easy to slip my fingers a couple inches north and be for sure, but I rather like my job for now.
One of the girls came in with severe calf cramps one Monday during practice. I had her lay on the floor and pushing her toes toward her face, stretched her muscle until the pain subsided. I don't know if it was intentional or not, but she extended her other leg up beside the one I had hold of and her bare foot softly landed on my full-blown boner. Her eyes had been shut but they popped open and she jerked that foot back a split second after. She said she was sorry and asked if she had hurt me and I assured her she had not, though I am sure she realized where her foot landed, and on what exactly.
The season continued pretty much the same way. The girl's volleyball team won the conference championship that year. We didn't do so well in basketball, but they still had a winning season. We managed to get by with only two sprained ankles and a dislocated shoulder. All in all, not a bad basketball year for me. That spring the track team was off to a good start as well. Rachael Roberts was running short power runs and sprint relays and was a team star. At the quarter final tournament, she finished second in her sprint relay but came to me complaining that her hip was throbbing, thinking she had injured herself once again. She said her butt was cramping as she crossed the finish line and she pushed through it.
She still had her final 440 to run in about 90 minutes and was afraid she would have to drop out of it. I assured her we would try and have her back in shape in time. I knew I had to work fast.
I'm no Doctor, but I had handled my share of pains and joint injuries. I had her walk around for me as I watched and asked her exactly what she felt. After her description I was pretty sure she had only tweaked a muscle and it was cramping. I had massaged her thigh many times this year, but this was a bit different, it was in her butt, her glutes were the source of her pain. I informed her what I thought we could do but I also told her that if I helped her, I would be massaging her butt. She looked at me funny for a moment then shrugged and said you're the man Tom, do to me what ever it takes. I did my best to hide my excitement.
We had a tent for treatment and shade, so I got Rachael on the table inside it. The flaps were loose but pretty heavy, so they stayed down pretty well. I first had her drink a full bottle of water before we started. Her skin was still damp from the exertion of her previous race, the air temp was about 80 so she didn't cool down very fast. I decided to use an iced down towel on her first. I told her that the damp towel would get her running shorts wet and show for her next race and asked if she minded. As a reply she shimmied out of her shorts and was lying face down in just her panties. Bikini cut and hot pink with the word winner across the butt. She said they were her lucky panties and she wore them for every race. I chuckled at her response, but my cock had a much different reaction. The most beautiful specimen of the female butt I had ever seen up this close for sure.
I placed the ice-cold towel on her hip and outer thigh and held it there a few minutes until it didn't feel cold to her anymore. Tossing it aside I somewhat covered her panty covered butt with another dry towel for modesty. She told me that wasn't necessary as she trusted me, but I left it there anyway in case the coaches or others came in. I didn't need any unfounded rumors (or maybe they would be founded) going on about me at contract time. I reached my hands around her upper thigh and began to massage as I had many times before and she just relaxed. I think I even heard a soft sigh as I worked my magic fingers.
Slowly I worked up her magnificent firm butt and massaged the areas I knew were hurting her the most. She commented how good that felt. She didn't however comment as my fingers worked up under her panties. I was massaging the full globe of her butt on the right side and it felt amazing. As I kept going, I noticed the crotch of her panties kept creeping up into the fold of her pussy. I also noticed that a damp spot started to form, and my cock responded by attempting to create its own wet spot on my boxer briefs. Thank goodness for strong support or I would be having a tent of my own.
After several minutes of deep massage, I pulled the towel up and swatting her playfully on the ass and said she should stand and try that out. She did just that, standing in just her track shirt and panties. She adjusted the crotch of them as she locked eyes with me and then began to walk around the tent, totally unashamed of her present state of dress. I was rather surprised at her immodesty but didn't complain a bit. I picked up her shorts and handed them to her telling her she might want them on before she ran the next race. She gave me a smirk and then a full-on strong hug and thanked me before she trotted off out of the tent.
Twenty minutes later she ran her last race and finished 1st. I was so very proud of her and of myself for helping her be successful. Coach Peggy came over and slapping me on the back congratulated me. She knew that Rachael was hurting after that relay and that I had helped her out so she could win. I thanked her and in a sarcastic tone told her my magic hands could work wonders on the female body. She cracked up, almost rolling to the ground, but after she recovered, she walked back over to me and whispered, "I may just have to test that out some day Mr. Magic." With a wink she walked back to the team and left me with my eyes bugged out and jaw hanging open. I am sure she was teasing me, but then again, what if she wasn't?
As we got back to the school, Rachael popped into the office a moment and told me she would be in need of my help the next day and probably a lot the rest of the season if she was going to run in the finals tournament. I agreed and was thrilled that I would be seeing more of her soon.
That next day was Saturday and being close to the end of school, not that many people were around the gym. Rachael came in at 8 A.M. sharp and said she had been hurting all night and hoped I could give her some relief. She told me the ibuprofen helped to dull the pain, but it was still cramping in her hip. I didn't have the ice bath ready yet and it would take a good half hour to get it going. Rachael asked if I could just use an iced towel like yesterday, so I agreed.
Being spring, the days were warmer, so Rachael was wearing some cute gym shorts and a tank top with trainers. I told her that this would get her shorts wet and as she had yesterday, she simply hooked her fingers in the waist of her shorts and bent over, pulling them to her ankles and stepping out of them. My eyes once again got big and she just smiled at me as she crawled up on the massage table face down.
Rachael had worn a skimpy bright red thong today that left her sexy ass totally exposed lying face down on the bench. She looked back and said that these panties wouldn't get in my way like the ones yesterday. My heart skipped a beat at her grin as she laid her head down and closed her eyes waiting on me to get to work. Rachael may have been one of the 'good girls', but she was definitely slipping into the bad girl category at the moment. My cock surged as I took in the view.
I did what she came for. I iced her hip and thigh with an ice-cold towel. I left it on her a good 10 minutes as we talked, and she told me how her night went. She said after the race she felt good but on the bus ride home her hip started feeling stiff and then it ached once she got back to her dorm room. I was thinking how my cock ached right now with her amazing ass smiling at me and begging me to squeeze it. There is a huge difference between squeezing and massaging. I Really wanted to squeeze it that moment.
After the cold towel lost its impact, I replaced it with a steaming hot one and Rachael moaned. We did the cold and hot treatment one more time before I got my hands on her sweet ass. I didn't bother with a modesty towel today as we were in my office and she was obviously not embarrassed showing me her bare ass. As I began to massage her thigh, she moved her knee up a little, opening her legs a good bit. This did give me better access to her inner thigh, and I took full advantage of it.
My hands massaged and roamed over all the bare acreage of her sweet ass as the moments passed. Rachael was rolling her hips slightly as I was getting about done with her massage and to my total surprise said that the other hip could probably use some of that treatment as well if I didn't mind.
My hands froze where they were. Both hands full of Rachael's sweet butt cheek. What she was asking me to do was crossing a line I had up to now never crossed. My mind had fantasized about crossing it many a time with many a girl but never had I acted on it. I reasoned for a moment that this year was almost over. This girl was a senior and would be gone come May and I would likely never see her again.
She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, much less laid hands on. She was asking me to massage her butt. This was my chance to Squeeze that sweet ass. I listened a moment for sounds of anyone else in the building and could hear no one. I walked over and closed the office door and locked it. Rachael looked up at me as I walked past her and just grinned as I turned to return to her.
I opened my desk drawer and retrieved a bottle of massage oil. I used it sometimes when a massage called for it. This one did for sure. I squeezed a liberal amount of the cocoanut oil onto my hand and then rubbed my hands together to warm it. Some of it dripped on her sweet ass but she didn't flinch. I started off with the sexy butt cheek I had already massaged but soon crossed the bridge to her other half.
As I began to work her full butt, she lowered her knee and spread her feet apart to slightly hang off the edge of the table. This gave me a full view of her tiny triangle of a thong that covered her very sweet pussy. I worked every part of her sweet ass and down onto her upper thighs. She moaned and wriggled as my thumbs traced the line down her crack and across her rosebud of an ass. Everything felt so amazing in my hands and she moaned her appreciation several times.
"Oh my gosh Tom" she whispered, "You have such amazing hands. I am so totally relaxed and pain free for now. I can't believe some smart lady hasn't snatched you up already." I chuckled and smiled at her complement. "I think most women want more than a man with a good job and great hands."
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