Writer’s note: Much of this is a true story. Names have been changed and certain creativity, particularly of the sexual nature, has been taken. The physical descriptions, as well as factual premise of the story, are 100% true.
I’m not much different than your average 23-year old male. I live in an average apartment in a small building in a suburban town. I had lived in this building for a few months and had, on occasion, noticed the rather attractive blonde downstairs. She was probably a few years older than me, but not by much. From everything I could tell, Amy was a fitness guru because she was always carrying a gym bag to and from her apartment right below mine. Amy was about 5’6, probably close to 160 pounds, but without an ounce of fat. She was pure muscle. Occasionally, I’d even see her heading to or from her car in a sports bra, which was always exciting because she had a tan, toned body that made it impossible not to stare. So stare I did. Often.
So often that I found myself peeking out
the window awaiting her white Ford Mustang to roar into the parking lot so that
I could walk downstairs to check the mail – simply to have an excuse to see her
and possibly engage her in conversation. Three or four times in the last few
months, I had that chance and our talks (though brief) were always friendly. On
one of those times, she saw me walking up to my apartment with a bag from
A week later, I was “checking mail” when she came home again from what must have been a workout. She was dressed appropriately. Amy had her long blonde hair back in a ponytail, tucked under a baseball cap. She had on the sexiest pair of purple spandex shorts you could imagine and a partially sweaty white tank top. Underneath was the body that spoke for itself. A large (probably fake, but I didn’t care) set of breasts and an equally large set of arms. Her legs and ass begged for attention too. I had, of course, noticed this often over the few months but did my best not to fawn over her directly in front of her. But it was clear: Amy was at least a middle-weight bodybuilder that made me hornier than just about any other woman I had ever seen in my life.
As she checked her mail and we explained pleasantries, she turned and with her camera-esque smile said to me “Mike, you know a few things about computers, don’t you?”
I responded that I did.
“Good. I have a huge favor to ask,” Amy said as she put her hands in a praying motion that forced her biceps to flex a bit.
“Sure, go ahead,” I said.
“I just got a new set of photos for my website and I’m supposed to scan them in and send them to my webmaster. But I don’t know a thing about scanners and haven’t even hooked mine up yet. Do you think you can help me?” she asked as she offered a sour-puss face that made it look like she was begging.
“I’d be happy to. I can probably do it in just a couple of minutes. I could come in now, if you want,” I said, hoping not to look to eager.
“Thank you, thank you!” she said as she hugged me right there in front of the mailboxes. As she did, her entire body became wrapped around mine and I became instantly erect. From her ample chest pressed against mine to her rock-like arms draped around my ribs, I was completely taken aback by this turn of events. Nonetheless, I was shocked and pleased at the same time.
We walked into Amy’s apartment, her first, as I got a stunning view of her incredibly tight, yet scrumptious ass. She put down her gym bag and we headed toward her computer in her living room. I sat down and looked around the room while she turned the machine on.
While the computer was booting up, she opened her bag and took out two envelopes of photos she had just gotten developed at CVS. She began to open the envelopes as she looked at me and asked, “Wanna see them first?” How could I possibly say no, I thought.
“I just did a show in Vegas last weekend. I took first place in the 165 pound category. Not bad, hey?” she said as she handed them to me.
I began flipping through them and my jaw dropped. All along I knew she was a muscular girl and in fantastic shape. But these photos, with her displaying her full figure prominently, were absolutely mesmerizing. She saw as my eyes bulged in disbelief.
“Not bad for a chick, huh?” she said with a grin.
“Not bad for anyone,” I said as a bead of sweat formed on my eyelid. Amy noticed the sweat and decided to have some fun.
“Ya know, if I didn’t know better, I’d say that’s sweat on your forehead. You’re not weirded out by me, are you?” Another impossible question.
“Of course not. I think it’s great that a woman…” I started stammering and struggled to complete a sentence.
“Relax,” Amy said. “I promise not hurt you if you can just get my scanner to work,” she said with a laugh and a broad smile.
I took the box off the shelf above the computer and opened it. Simple stuff. I knew I could have it connected in a matter of minutes. I couldn’t help but to still stare at the photos to my left and also glance back at her from time to time. Within 10 minutes, the scanner was up and running, and to test it, I scanned in her first posing shot from the stack to my left.
Amy hunched over my shoulder to watch
closely what I was doing.
“You don’t mind, do you?” Amy said as she lowered her chin to my shoulder. “I just want to be able to see what you’re doing so I’ll remember it later.”
“No problem,” I said and I proceeded to show her with each step what I was doing. She nodded all the while and when her first photo was scanned, attached to her email and sent to her webmaster, she hugged me again as I sat in her desk chair. Only this time, she sat her purple spandexed-ass on my lap, almost as if I was Santa Claus and she the little girl. The big difference, of course, was that she was bigger AND stronger than me and she knew it. She thanked me again.
“So the pictures, my body, they don’t freak you out?” asked Amy.
“No. Like I said, you have a lot to be proud of,” I responded.
“Well in that case, how’d you like a front row seat for one of my shows?” she asked.
I was dumbfounded. I had no clue what to say. Of course I did. But my mouth was going dry with excitement and I could hardly speak.
“Uhhh, yeah, why not” was the best I could manage.
“Good. I’ll tell you what. Let me go get a quick shower and change and I’ll be back out here in 10 minutes, okay?” suggested Amy.
It was the longest 10 minutes of my life. I had to keep pinching myself to convince myself that I wasn’t dreaming. She was in there showering. And dressing into God knows what – all for me. Was it really happening?
I heard the door to her bedroom click open and out walked Amy. He hair was loose but still wet. She had a long white bathrobe on and somehow I knew what awaited underneath would not disappoint.
“I hope you enjoy this, Mike,” Amy said as she untied her bathrobe. She stopped just before the robe would open and said “OK, last chance. If you’re having second thoughts, it’s not too late.” I told her that I had no second thoughts whatsoever and that I was excited to see her perform.
With one seductive swoop, she ripped off the robe to reveal her hot-pink bikini and her tanned and bulging body stretching the fabric in every area of the bathing suit. She smiled at me and asked with the look of an amazon about to seize its prey, “Better in person, isn’t it?”
I couldn’t even speak at this point. Amy slowly flexed her arm and leg muscles in ways that I had never seen in person. She did several different poses over and over again, each time checking my way to gauge reaction. Every now and then, she’d look toward my lower areas and smile. She could see me stirring in my seat on her couch and knew this routine was doing more than just entertaining my eyes.
Amy moved closer to me. She had been anywhere from 5 to 8 feet away prior to this point. Now she was inside of 2 feet. She hunched down as she stretched her long leg muscles out on the couch cushion next to me. She got close to my ear and whispered in a deep sexy voice, “I’ll bet if I reach down right now, I’ll find something there, won’t I?. Something harrrrrrd.” She added emphasis to hard as she slid her muscled hand down to my crotch area. What she found was no surprise to either of us. I was hard as a brick and just the touch of her smooth hand on my member was enough to make it throb.
She blushed and smiled as she felt it.
“Silly me, did I cause that?” Amy asked sheepishly. “I’m just curious now: is that because of these,” she asked as she cupped her breasts and squeezed them together just inches from my face. “Or is it because of these,” she said while flexing her biceps at letting them pop up and down for a good 10 seconds. She relaxed her muscles and returned her hands to my penis. “Or maybe it’s a bit of both,” Amy concluded as she settled her legs squarely around mine and sat on my lap facing me.
“Mike, it seems your quite enthralled with my figure. But I bet you didn’t know I do more than just pose. I bet you didn’t know that I’ve also done some private wrestling from time to time, did you?” Amy asked. I told her, using what little voice I had, that no, I was not aware of that but found it impressive nonetheless.
“I have an idea,” Amy said. “I’m guessing by what’s…ahem…going on down there, that you enjoy the physical contact with a woman like me. Perhaps you’d like to roll around a bit with me and see what happens.” I nodded in agreement.
“I suggest we put a wager on this, just to make it interesting,” she said as she massaged her thighs. “If you win, I’ll do you a favor,” Amy said as she pressed her breasts up against my cheek. “If I win, which would probably appear to be more likely judging by your size and mine,” she said with a chuckle. “then you have to do me another favor before the night ends. Fair enough?”
So eager to tangle with this amazing body, I happily said yes. She could ask me to do virtually anything following our tussle and I would probably have done it.
Amy went over the ground rules with me. “The basic rules will be in effect. No cheap shots. First one to pin the other for three second wins. You ready?” she asked me.
I nodded again. “Good,” Amy said, and with
that she undid her bikini top, revealing the most perfect, round, large set of
breasts one could imagine. My jaw dropped again. As it did, she lunged toward
me, grabbing my head and forcing it under her arm, locking her elbow around my
jaw and squeezing me down to my knees.
“I thought that might give me an edge. Glad to see I was right,” Amy said as she knelt down next to me, with my head still lodged tightly between her bicep and forearm. The pain and pressure was almost unbearable, if not for the sheer excitement of the moment I was feeling.
Amy released her arm from my neck and watched as I fell to my butt, sitting there helplessly. “Would you look at that, it must either be cold in here, or you just made my nipples hard,” she said as she rubbed her nipples together in direct line of sight with my eyes. She then made what seemed like a simple request.
“I want you to sit there like a little boy in awe of such a strong girl and watch closely as demonstrate the power women have over men,” she said to me as I sat there practically in shock at what was happening.
She stood to her feet and used her left foot to push me backwards so that I was now lying on my back. I was both winded from her choke-hold she placed on me and tantalized at the sheer strength she was putting on display.
Amy then straddled my stomach and locked her knees inward, all but cracking my ribs. I screamed in pain.
“Ooops. I didn’t know that was such a powerful squeeze there,” she said innocently. She released the strength of the squeeze as I gasped for air. “After all, I have plans for you, so I can’t be having you rushed off to the emergency room with broken bones. At least not this early.”
She bent over, smashing her breasts against my chest and bringing her lips a mere inch from my left ear. “Now if you want, you can admit that you’re overmatched here and that you have no chance of pinning me. Ever. If you do that, we can get onto other things…”
With that she sat up straight again and reached her left arm behind her back and undid my zipper. She reached in and grabbed my throbbing penis and fondled it. All the while staring me straight in the eyes to take pride in the ecstasy it was bringing me.
Before I could even attempt to control it, I found myself shooting my load into her hand. She smiled, knowing that it was just a matter of time before that happened. She shut her eyes and brought her right hand down to her female area. She slipped her fingers inside her bikini bottom and moaned. This went on for several minutes. She wiped her hands simultaneously on my stomach and announced her desires.
“I think it’s time for you to do me my favor now,” Amy said with a sly grin. She then slid up my stomach, settling her pussy squarely on my face. “I don’t think I need to tell you what to do next, do I?” she asked as she flexed her leg muscles for effect.
I went to work, pleasuring Amy with my tongue for what seemed like an hour. She shot her load multiple times, clenching her muscles firmly around my head each time so I’d know it was happening. I, too, ejaculated a couple of more times in this exchange. She confessed as we made this love to each other that she had hoped for this for some time. She knew I was attracted to her since the day we met and was praying her muscular figure didn’t turn me off.
“The minute I saw your face tonight when you looked at my developed photos, I knew you were interested in all of me,” Amy said as we separated our bodies and laid on her carpeted floor next to one another. “But I had no idea you were this interested,” she said, as she rubbed the remnants of my orgasm on her belly button. “I guess you should come down here a little more often to help me with electronic needs.”