Physical Therapy

OOC:

Pete (Me) is NFL linebacker big, except for his 4 inch erection. Linda, his wife, looks like a swimsuit model, but has the sexual naiveity of a 19th century Sunday schoolteacher. Linda has no idea that Pete is poorly endowed, and Pete has done nothing to dispell her ignorance, though he has not lied to her, either. She has recently finished a degree in Physical Therapy, and when Pete's horse-hung friend Mike strains a groin muscle, their lives are headed for a big change.

Looking for a Mike and a Linda. Please write in the first person, past tense. I intend for this thread to be light-hearted. I will play Pete as oblivious to the situation into which he is thrusting Mike and Linda,

IC - Pete:

When Linda had decided to obtain a degree in Physical Therapy, I was surprised. We didn't need the money, I made plenty. And Linda was very much a prude. I just couldn't see her in a career that required constant physical contact with others, many of them strangers. Sure enough, while she had gotten through the academic content with flying colors, she'd struggled in her practical classes. At that, she related to me tearfully, the professor had told her the passing grade was a gift, that she'd have to get over her shyness if she was going to have any chance of making it in the real world.

With this in mind, when my racquetball buddy Mike strained his groin, I insisted he come home with me and let Linda take a look at it. Entering the house, I called out to Linda, then grabbed a beer for Mike and I. When Linda entered the room, I exclaimed, "Linda, this is Mike, your first patient."

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Mike

It had been a good game of raquetball, but at the end, I managed to move the wrong way and strain my groin, rather painfully. Normally, I would have just gone home and taken some muscle relaxers, but my friend Pete insisted that I come home with him so that his wife could take a look at it. She was a Physical Therapist, but from what he was saying, she needed help getting over her shyness. I did my best to get out of it, thinking it was a bad idea, but somehow I ended up in his car with him as he drove home.

Now, in most cases, letting her treat my injury wouldn't be a big deal. There were three things, however, that made this a huge problem. One, Linda, Pete's wife, was smoking hot. I'd certainly fantasized about her in the past, but I'd never planned on taking it any further than that. Second was the fact that it was my groin that was injured. Which lead to the third problem: I am quite well-hung, my cock growing to be no less than 11 inches when hard. If she started playing around that area, it would be impossible to keep from getting an erection, which would then be impossible for her to avoid noticing.

When we got there, I followed him inside, walking gingerly due to the injury. Seeing Linda, I gave her a friendly smile, and said, "Hi there. Pete said you might be able to help out with a strain I got during our game today."

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Linda

Recently graduated with a degree, Linda was a shy introvert. She grew up as an ugly duckling but when she hit puberty, she blossomed into quite a looker. Her constant teasing as a young girl made her shy and very much the introvert. She liked spending time in the library and reading. She met Mike there one day and they hit it off. They had talked about many different subjects and although Mike was a big guy, he was a gentle giant.

There love making was pretty much rated PG. The lights were usually off and most of the time missionary was the way to go. Linda knew Mike's penis was average at best, but she was too timid to say anything about it and the love making was good enough.

She got Cosmo every month and knew there was more, but she was afraid to ask for anything more even though she thought about it a lot. She knew her place with Pete and that was good enough. Maybe one day he would buy her something from Victoria Secret and give her what she secretly yearned.

IC

Linda enters the room wearing a sports bra that didnt do a very good job holding her 34 C cups. The sweat was running down her navel towards her lime green boy shorts that she worked out in. The Firm was doing that just for her. Her whole body was wet with perspiration when she heard the door open and Pete yell out for her.

"Oh Pete, what is going on? Why is Mike walking funny? My first what did you say? Injured in your game?"

The thoughts were all jumbled in Linda's head. She wasnt really sure what either of them were talking about. She saw them wearing the clothes they played racquetball in and laughing.

"Oh, did Mike get hurt? Ummm, well I am all sweaty, why dont you guys, ummm have a beer or something and I'll go clean up and then have a look at your knee or whatever you hurt, ok?

Pete

Linda had obviously been working out, and I loved looking at her well formed physique when she was covered with a sheen of sweat. I also loved the show she inadvertently put on whenever she worked out. The sports bra kept her full breasts in check, and minimized their size. But, her nipples always swelled when she exercised, and this was always apparent, even within the confines of the spandex bra. So, I thought about asking her to skip the cleanup.

But, I knew she'd be uncomfortable in front of Mike glistening with sweat, and as it was she had enough trouble with shyness. Still, I worried that she'd use the excuse of cleaning up to hide out in our bedroom, in order to avoid the situation. So, I answered, "Just throw on a bikini and a wrap and meet us out by the pool. I figure will do some barbequeing and swimming after you fix Mike up."

Seeing a look of uncertainty, I appealed to her empathic side, which was what had drawn her to physical therapy in the first place, by exaggerating, "Please hurry, Linda, Mike's in quite a bit of pain. Oh, and it's his groin, not his knee."

Then, turning away from her, I led Mike out to the patio, where I had him get comfortable on a chaise. I turned on the outdoor TV, and we sat and watched baseball, while we awaited Linda's return.

Mike

I wanted to tell Linda that she didn't have to worry about it, but as Pete continued trying to talk her into hurrying, I noticed the way her nipples stood out against the material of her sports bra and couldn't help but feel a bit of a twinge in my groin that was distinctly separate from the pain. Pete seemed insistent on making things difficult, though, so I ended up following him out to poolside. It had to be clear to her from the way I was walking that one thing her husband had said was true...I was in a good bit of pain, but considering where the injury was, that was not a surprise.

I sat down gingerly as Pete put on the game on tv. He was a great host, of that there was no question. In retrospect, perhaps he was too good a host for his own good. At that time, though, all I could think about was getting some relief for the immense discomfort my injury was causing me.

Linda

Linda thought to herself that she must look a mess. All sweaty and standing in front of her husband and her friend dripping wet with sweat. She turned to go upstairs and take a quick shower.

Did he say in his groin? she thought to herself? "oh goodness" escaped her lips in a soft whisper as she jogged up the stairs.

She threw her sweaty workout clothes in the hamper and jumped in the shower. The warm water felt good as it massaged her naked body. Her nipples grew to attention as the water fell down her body. She grabbed the soap and lathered up the washcloth. She gently runned the washcloth along her flat stomach and under her breasts and then around her nipples. The hot water and soap mixed with the steam and scent of roses were starting to arouse her. She washed between her legs and gently caressed her thighs as the soap slowly rolled down her legs. Her well peticured nails glistened as the soap and water fell upon them. She wondered how long she had been in the shower, she was thinking of what to do with the groin injury. She started to blush as she saw herself rubbing Mikes thigh trying to find the exact area, wondering what would happen if he became erect, and began to blush deeper.

She shook her head to wake up from the thoughts and turned the water off. She toweled off and sprayed some Love on her, she loved the smell, even though the perfume seemed odd coming from a small japanese girl doll. She rumaged through her drawers and found a skimpy hot pink two piecer. She knew that wasnt really what she wanted to wear but it was all she could find. The other suits must have been in the laundry room. She wrapped a sarong around her waist and opened the door to go downstairs.

Pete

When I'd suggested Linda throw on a bikini and meet us out by the pool, I'd been kidding. Truth was, I I didn't even know she owned one. She generally wore rather conservative one piece swimsuits, in the name of modesty.

So, when I heard the back door open, ans saw Linda standing in the doorway, shyly hesitating to come out, I was more than a little surprised to see her in the hot pink number I'd bought for her years before, which I'd never seen on her until now.

Trying to encourage her, I called out, "Come on out Linda, we won't bite."

She smiled at my ridiculously old joke, then blushed when I added, "though you do look delicious."

I got up and walked to her, kissing her, and saying, "How'd a bum like me get a beauty like you, anyway?"

Then I led her to the chaise Mike was laying on. I'd purposefully given him one slightly further from the TV, so that he was behind me, offering a modicum of privacy for Linda's treatment.

Letting go of Linda's hand I stated, "Put those golden fingers to work, Linda. Mike could use some relief."

I then returned to my chaise, turning my attention back to the game.

Mike

When Linda came out wearing a skimpy pink bikini, I wasn't sure what to do. I realized that Pete was trying to do me a favor, and I was grateful, but she looked incredible, filling out the swimsuit she wore perfectly. There was little else to do, though, other than let her 'Put those golden fingers to work', as my friend put it. Smiling up at her, I could already feel a surge of blood move toward my crotch, and knew that if she were touching me for too long, I was going to get hard. "Thanks for this, Linda. It feels pretty bad; I may have had to pay to go to a therapist if Pete hadn't offered," I told her, and stretched out as best I could for her. At that point, she could already likely see the outline of my cock, flaccid though it was, running down the leg of my shorts.

Linda

I was afraid I was underdressed at this point. I started to feel flushed and red as I saw Mike staring at me. I started to quiver a little bit but since this is Pete's friend I was going to attempt to do what I could.

"Mike, please show me exactly where it hurts." I said, my voice slightly trembling. He pointed and I immediately went three shades of white.

I gulped hard and said I would be right back as I went and grabbed the bio freeze.

I returned and tossed a chaise lounge pillow on the concrete by Mike. "Ok, please lift up your shorts a little so I can get to the spot." His shorts were a little baggy, so there was plenty of room to work. I poured some Bio Freeze on this upper inner thigh and slowly started to rub it in. His muscles were so strong. There was no fat at all on his thigh.

I continued to rub the ointment on his thigh as the color slowly drained from my face and body. Did Pete see where my hand was? Hopefully, he would stop this. My hand is only a couple inches from his thing.

"Oh my, your muscles do feel a little bit tight" I laughed a nervous laugh, "How does that feel?" I said unsteadily.

Pete

I was pleased when Linda got to work on Mike right away. I made sure to keep my eyes on the TV screen in order to give them a semblance of privacy. But I grew quickly annoyed when Linda asked, "How does that feel?" , after not more than a minute of care. I knew she was looking to be finished, but I also knew that whatever she'd done so far couldn't possibly be enough given how much pain Mike had been in earlier.

Never looking away from the screen, I let a little of my annoyance creep into my voice as I piped in with, "Hell, Linda, the thing's gotta be throbbing by now. You're gonna need to spend more than a few seconds rubbing it."