Getting Physical

(gentle, muscles, dark skin, body exploration)

It was times like these that made me glad I wasn't one to get seasick. I had very little experience with boats, but I imagined the sensation of the waves was not dissimilar to the gentle swaying back and forth of Alexis' body as she curled the heavy iron weights with her gigantic arms. 'Working out' was one of the giant woman's hobbies, and it showed: her tight abs, which were chiseled into her dark skin, peeked teasingly from under her low cut tank-top, and her thick thighs almost burst from her gym shorts; it was obvious she was dedicated to staying in shape. And I had the privilege of watching her go through her routine in one of the few soft areas left on the toned woman: her breasts, hugged gently by her sports bra.

Curling dumbbells was a nice change of pace; it was much less frightening than seeing a weight greater than a house lifted above us while she bench pressed, or being bounced around viciously while she jogged on the treadmill, or being forced deep into her cleavage to not fall out while she did push-ups (actually this one was not too bad). I enjoyed watching the female Adonis push her body, although it was obvious she was nearing the end of her routine; sweat had permeated her cleavage to the point I was almost completely slick with her pheromones, and her arm muscles visibly twitched with exhaustion. "Come, just a little more strength," I half-teased half-encouraged.

No sooner did the words leave my mouth did the iron weight fall to the earth with a booming clatter, and her chest swelled with a deep breath. Wiping away all the sweat she had accumulated with a nearby towel, she looked and down crossed her eyebrows, "Do you want to give it a try, string bean?"

Although 'string bean' was her favourite pejorative for me, I wasn't quite so skinny, being somewhat fit myself. Although obviously I didn't hold a candle to the mountain of gorgeous chocolate muscles that Alexis was. "I'll pass," I said, sliding deeper into her warm flesh with a sigh.

Alexis proceeded to collect the splotches of sweat dousing her body, taking some extra time to squish me into the rag as she sopped up her chest. "That's what I thought," she smirked. When possible, she liked to flex, both literally and figuratively, her superior strength to me; usually a playful reminder for me to know my place. If my place was between her breasts, then I knew it very well. "Also, I'm in desperate need of a shower, and I'm gonna need a second set of hands to get me really clean," she said with a grin.

This got my attention. "Oh, you sure I'm strong enough."

"For that? You bet."

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Alexis lathered my body in a viscous gel and massaged it all over with her powerful fingers. We had moved from the gym to the shower, and being as thoughtful as she usually was, she kept the pressure of the water low, so I wasn't pelted by fast moving droplets. Instead the brisk water was allowed to cascade down the smooth, dark, gorgeous curves of her body slowly and carefully, like melting ice. It poured onto me, foaming up the gel and swallowing my comparatively tiny body up in a fleece of bubbles. "Ready for a scrubbing?" she asked.

"Of course."

Alexis moved me up to her shoulder, gently gliding my body along the subtle curve down to her upper arm. Being a human bar of soap may not seem appealing at first, but the sensation of gliding across the smooth skin and into your partner's most private and intimate areas was heavenly; it certainly helped that Alexis, despite her strength and size, was delicate and careful as could be, ensuring both of use enjoyed it.

I was pushed deep into the warmth of her armpit, smoothly shaven and soft, to clean her deeply. I was then pushed up and soaped her bicep, still twitching from the workout she was cooling off from. Slowly and surely I was worked into each and every nook and cranny of her toned arms, feeling how smooth and soft her rich skin was under the gentle torrent of the water. When they were done, Alexis looked down and bit her lip. "My chest is REAL sweaty, you're gonna need to be thorough," she teased, moving me down and applying enough pressure to squeeze me brace against the flesh, almost swallowing me in the hot 'chocolate'.

The giant lady made sure I was VERY well acquainted with every square inch of her sumptuous chest. I was poked by her dimpled nipples, nuzzled against the curving top, swallowed entirely between the jiggly orbs, and squeezed into the steamy nook of her under boob. The contradictions that such a wonderful woman posed were staggering: she was simultaneously strong and gentle, soft and hard, dark and bright. I was getting worked up, becoming aroused from all the stimulation. "Come on big guy, we're not even a third of the way down!"

Add kind and teasing to the list.

When her breasts were thoroughly lathered in (perhaps an unnecessary amount of) soap, I departed, and after being refreshed of my bubbly coat, found myself soaking her tight abs. Knowing just how rigid they were, she took it slow, making sure each little 'bun' of her six pack was polished. When her washboard of a torso was practically shining, she smiled again, and pressed me into her globular thighs. When they weren't tensed they possessed an amazing amount of yield to them, with deliciously buttery skin.

Now that the water had cooled her down, she had no reservations about turning up the heat. The glass chamber steamed up, sadly making it harder to see the great vertical landscape of her body as I was massaged into her thighs, but also therapeutically relieving the stress in her muscles. She moaned a breathy moan, likely from the water, but perhaps a little due to me being in such close proximity to her bare crotch.

After being thoroughly worked into both thighs, the direction reversed, and I was heading directly for her privates. Sadly I was stopped at the last moment. "I've already had one workout today, you ain't going there," she informed. Instead I was slid directly onto her hemispherical butt cheek, slathering the firm, plump thing with my soapy coating. Much like their higher up sisters, her cheeks were soft and delightful to touch, with the perfect mix of fat and muscle. Although obscured by fog, I just knew she was looking over her shoulder and grinning at, or rather with, me.

Just as I thought I was to depart her buttocks, I was slid directly between the monstrous cheeks and... she tensed them. I was hugged, tight, by the muscles of her posterior, to the point she didn't need to use her hand to keep me against her. I was suspended above the tiles of the shower floor by nothing but her butt. Alexis was washing her hair, with both hands. "How's this for 'a little more strength'?"

I doubt she heard me, but I returned a "Perfect."

Eventually she relaxed them, and I fell back into her palm, smelling now of coconut shampoo.

Alexis wasn't an idiot: she saw I was so close to popping I put a bottle of champagne to shame, and she decided to let me rest on her steamy shoulder for the remainder of the shower.

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With the shower over, Alexis dried herself, and me, off quickly and slipped into a fuzzy bathrobe to slowly limp her way to bed. The high of her workout was over, and now she was a very sore and sleepy lady. She collapsed into the sheets and slid her arms out of the robe, leaving me still on her shoulder.

I needed no order, nor encouragement, I simply cracked my knuckles, made my way to her bicep, and began rubbing into the aching flesh.

"You're the best," she moaned plainly, no teasing embellishments added.

"I'm a close second," was my reply.

Alexis was such an overwhelming landscape to me that this simple massaging job seemed like an impossible task, but I would persist. Her imposing biceps, shoulders, abs, thighs, calves, all would be nicely taken care of by my own tiny little hands, no matter how long it took; I was perfectly content to see the beautiful woman happy, and to lovingly gaze at the beyond gorgeous scenery. And, to be honest, she was just nice to touch.

"You do so much for me, what'd I do to deserve such a great guy?" she said. Apparently the banter was over for tonight.

I blushed; she was far too kind. "You do way more for me, I'm the lucky one," I replied, needing to raise my voice to be heard from her thighs.

"I'm not the one that got shoved into a butt," she laughed.

"You say that as if being shoved into a butt is a bad thing."

Her lips curled into a smile. I'd continue along, enjoying her gentle moans and purrs.

After a good deal of time I had managed to work along all the key parts of her body, and although she was probably still aching, I hoped that I had assuaged her pain at least a little. I sat back and relaxed, now tired and aching myself. My rest was cut pitifully short as great slender fingers grabbed onto me, and brought me to her face. "Come on, I know you're itching for a release, and because that massage was so good you are going right..." the finger of her opposite hand pointed to her mouth, "...in here..."

Her luscious lips parted, revealing a humid hole that called out for me to slide into it. And I was, slowly, all the way to my lower belly. Finally. After being squeezed, pressed, nuzzled into and generally consumed by her lovely body, I was granted my much awaited relief.

Alexis' mouth was so sultry and gentle I felt I might melt. Her tongue hugged me from all directions, its studded surface enhancing the pleasure consuming my entire lower body. Being inserted into a giant's mouth also seemed less than appealing at first, but with someone as gentle as her, it was one of the best sensations on Earth.

The tip of her tongue slid between my thighs, poking into my crotch; I felt like I had mounted the muscle and was riding it. With a careful application of pressure, a technique she had mastered after our time together, I popped, and the remainder of my strength left with my seed.

Alexis pulled me out, and gave a smile. "Good reward?"

"The best."

It was obvious neither of us had the willpower, nor desire, to remain awake, I was rather unceremoniously placed on her left breast to sleep, as I often did. This night, however, I wanted a bed with a bit more rigidity. I rolled off the swarthy hill and arrived at the giant woman's upper stomach, which was exactly what I was looking for. Her abs were so firm, and tough, but also beautifully warm and with the perfect amount of give to them, not to mention smelled of tropical fruit after our shower; I'd have no trouble sleeping here tonight.

Moments before I dozed off an all consuming, but welcome, pressure applied itself to my chest. She was wrapping her arms over me, for the closest thing she could do for a hug. "Tomorrow, it'll be your turn to exercise."